A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away —
...or rather, in a distant star system of that galaxy — there existed a planet called Galvan Prime. This planet was inhabited by intelligent beings, a species considered the most technologically advanced and intellectually developed across known star systems.
From orbit, Galvan Prime appears as a bright, almost radiant sphere wrapped in a bluish-green atmosphere.
This impression is not created by natural seas or vegetation, but by the light of millions of technopolises covering nearly the entire surface of the planet.
Its continents have merged into a single alloy of megastructures — domes, towers, and vast transport arteries stretching from pole to pole.
The planet's surface layer is a synthetic matrix — a blend of metallized minerals and self-regenerating nanomaterials that serve as soil, filter, and thermal regulator all at once.
Its natural biosphere has been almost entirely replaced by artificial ecosystems, carefully engineered to maintain a stable atmosphere and a balanced gas composition.
The architecture of Galvan Prime follows a principle of strict functionality. Most structures are built from light-transmitting alloys that regulate illumination and temperature levels.
Visually, the planet resembles a single living organism, where every component — from research laboratories to residential units — is connected to a vast central data-processing network.
The climate is controlled by orbital mirrors and atmospheric nodes, eliminating natural disasters entirely. The very concept of "weather" has been replaced here by the notion of an "environmental mode."
Galvan B — the natural satellite of Galvan Prime — has been completely transformed by the Galvans into an orbital research complex. Its diameter is roughly one-third that of the planet, with gravity maintained by artificial generators.
From the outside, the moon appears as a half-dead body of gray alloy, etched with glowing lines of energy grids. Its surface is smooth and craterless — the remnants of its natural terrain buried beneath layers of metal and reactive panels.
Despite its cold, lifeless exterior, the inner structure of Galvan B forms a vast, multilayered labyrinth of laboratories, energy chambers, and data vaults. It is here that experiments deemed too dangerous for Galvan Prime are conducted — including research in genetics, quantum systems, and space-time engineering.
The visible radiation emanating from Galvan B's surface is not reflected sunlight, but energy vented from recycled reactors. These bursts can sometimes be seen from the primary planet and appear as brief flashes of lightning against the starry backdrop.
A permanent transport and communication channel connects Galvan Prime and Galvan B — a thin beam of light linking their orbits. Through it flow materials, data, and energy pulses.
Visually, it resembles a stable column of light, visible even from the planet's surface.
Together, Galvan Prime and Galvan B form a unique binary system — a planet and its sentient moon, functioning as two hemispheres of a single intellect. Their interaction has become the ultimate symbol of Galvanian civilization: the union of science and reason that has mastered matter itself.
Of course, none of this would have become reality if, on Galvan Prime, there had not once arisen a genius among geniuses — one who propelled the advancement of his world and his people thousands of years forward.
His people call him the Supreme Intellect of Galvan Prime —
Other systems and worlds know him by another name —
The First Thinker of the Universe.
the Wisest of the Galvans — Master Azmuth.
Having emerged many centuries ago, he astonished his fellow Galvans with the brilliance of his intellect, creating ever more things that shattered the established laws of known science.
Since Galvan Prime had no true government or centralized authority, its people naturally followed those who were the wisest and most intelligent among them.
It took Azmuth little time to unite his fellow Galvans and forge them into a complete, ever-evolving civilization. And once his people had risen and their civilization stood firmly on its feet, Azmuth turned his gaze toward the chaos unfolding beyond their homeworld.
At that time, the Galaxy was torn apart by xenophobic wars, raids by space pirates, criminal clans and their mercenaries, and even space tyrants.
Using the full power of his intellect — and the collective genius of his brethren — Azmuth and his kind created weapons and technologies that allowed them to crush the forces of evil and liberate countless worlds from their tyranny
Gradually, as other worlds witnessed what the Galvans had accomplished, countless planets were ignited with hope and resolve.
They expressed their desire to join an alliance with their saviors — to aid them in their noble cause.
Thus, world by world, system by system, they gathered under a single banner, forming not merely a coalition but an entire organization — one united by one shared goal.
Many years later, these events would be archived in galactic history as the Galvan Wars, after which followed an era of peace and tranquility. And the race of small gray humanoids became one of the most respected and revered races in the galaxy.
The organization founded upon the unification of numerous existing military space forces came to be known as the Sanitars of the Galaxy — a noble order dedicated to safeguarding the hard-won peace and maintaining harmony among the worlds and Galvan Prime became it's most important strategic site — the very heart and primary stronghold.
And while the galaxy celebrated, rebuilding itself and moving forward, the great thinker could not help but look back.
All those bloody wars — though they had achieved their intended goal — left a bitter taste in his mouth. As others saw only the long-awaited peace and glorified Azmuth, the Galvan himself saw what had been lost to attain it… and blamed himself for the cost.
Countless unique species — sentient and otherwise — were lost forever. Entire civilizations were drowned in blood during those wars, leading to the irreversible extinction of many forms of life.
Azmuth was no fool.
If you had asked for his humble opinion, he would have told you he was the most intelligent being in all the systems he knew of.
And thus, understanding all too well what a galactic war could bring, he took precautions — secretly gathering an immense collection of alien DNA samples within his personal vaults, silently hoping he would never have to use them.
And when peace finally came, and Azmuth beheld the full magnitude of the losses the war had brought, he began—alone—his work on what would become his greatest creation of all: the Omnitrix.
The original purpose of this device was simple, even mundane — to preserve species and prevent their complete extinction. But the second purpose Azmuth pursued was far greater in scope.
Peace.
Whoever would carry this device was destined to become a symbol of peace across the galaxy — a protector and a warrior against all that Azmuth had devoted his life to fighting.
In creating the Omnitrix, Azmuth faced no technical challenges. Some might have said that the true difficulty would be finding a being capable of seeing in his greatest invention something more than a weapon or a tool for power.
But Azmuth disagreed. For he began work on the Omnitrix precisely after meeting such a being.
It was a human — a man who had served among the Sanitars of the Galaxy during the very height of the conflict. Though he came from a primitive world and possessed no extraordinary abilities, he was among the finest — perhaps the greatest — soldier in the ranks of the galactic peacekeepers.
His actions on the battlefield, his unshakable resolve in the face of overwhelming odds — whether against bands of mercenaries or foes far superior in strength and skill — his leadership, strategic mind, and above all, his heroic spirit… all of it inspired Azmuth deeply.
And so he made his decision: this and only this man would be the one worthy of his creation.
This human would become the symbol of peace and harmony across the galaxy.
And so, the work began…
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And so, the prologue of my very first story has come to an end.
What do you think — who could that mysterious man be, the one who earned such deep respect from our great thinker? Share your guesses!
Also, a quick note: since this is my first work and English isn't my native language (it's Russian), I'll be using ChatGPT to help me translate and polish the grammar.
The story is, of course, an AU — a mix between the Ben 10 universe and the Marvel Universe (MCU, X-Men, Fantastic Four — basically everything thrown into one big pot).
Once again, let me remind you: this is an AU, and sometimes it will be a very strong AU. So please don't yell at me in the comments like "THIS ISN'T CANON!" or "THAT MAKES NO SENSE!" or "WHAT DRUGS ARE YOU ON, AUTHOR?!" (For those wondering — weed. A lot of it).
And no — the main character won't be Ben Tennyson. It will be a character from the Marvel universe itself. And yes, this is a story about a hero. Like THE HERO you know what i mean ? (Ther's a staaaarmaaann waiting in the skyyyyy!)
I release one-two chapters every 2, maximum 3 days.