Ziginz Zegell
No Fear, No Pain.
Disclaimer: The characters depicted in this story are fictional. They are simply my attempt to bring together some folks from HJU in a bad ass story about stuff. Don’t take anything presented personally: I think you are all awesome and I am going to try to depict you as thus. Thanks and have a fun read.
Note: This is also a story written for fun while I was half asleep and is only the first part of many. So if the grammer and spelling arn't perfect then deal. I'll probably fix it later....I don't see why I wouldn't. Thanks for reading.
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A city full of heroes; governed, policed, and maintained by heroes; that is what Justice City is. When the concept was first presented by the man called Keith Justice, many thought he was mad, or at least over zealous. Yet the concept flourished, and the city called Justice has come to rival some world powers in the few years since its rise from one man’s mind. Many threats have come and gone, with just as many heroes to face them down. Time and time again, foe after foe has fallen in the names of justice, love, and hope. The city has known peace for many long years since the last threat was thwarted, but danger still persists. Gaia memories, mutagenic drugs, illegal cyberization: all are a constant threat to the innocent people of the hero ruled utopia. While some thrive in the constant struggle to maintain peace, others have begun to be slowly corrupted by the very forces they fight to defeat. The lines between are constantly being blurred, and some say that soon the city will fall by its own dogma: Heroes. Now, a new sort of hero is about to rise, and they shall remind the city of its purpose by wearing the very power that so many have come to loathe. Angels viewed as devils by the very people they strive to protect; they will rise to become what the city needs now more then ever before.
Apostles.
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Chapter 1: Savior Den-O, The Cops, and…..
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C block: the under belly of Justice City that lay open for all too see like some festering wound. No one ever paid much heed to the debauchery and sorrow in that place, though it was clear for all to see, even those in the upper city. Even S.P.D. and its Dekarangers rarely came to this long stretch of ruined buildings filled with equally ruined dreams. No, the only law here is the G3 Mild patrols commanded by the Moderator, Blade Dancer, and whatever punishment the locals deemed fit for those that would wrong them. No one ever really figured out how the neighborhood had fallen so hard, but such thoughts are not those of one man. A man called Savior Den-O; a junkie with severe Gaia Memory addiction searching for the only thing that has ever brought him peace. He had power once, he was even respected by the higher community as a skilled user of the Den-O system. He lost all that due to one rash decision, and turned to Gaia Memories in some vein attempt to regain his lost glory. He had lost that memory and now the scrawny man was running for his life from the very men and women he had once stood alongside in opposition to evil.
As the red haired man turned a corner; his torn jacket and worn clothes doing little to protect him from the falling rain, he turn his head to search for his pursuers. His hazel eyes saw nothing, and for a moment he smiled as he felt safe for the first time in hours. The feeling did not last as Savior hit something solid in front of him which caused him to stumble back before he fell onto the muddy road. He looked up and saw the very thing he had been trying to escape; a man wearying the mass produced armor called G3 Mild. The silver and blue armor was worn over a black, bio enhancement suit, and bore the red eyes akin to most riders, or rider like warriors. As the armored figure pointed his fire arm (a GM-01 Scorpion) at the fallen man, two other officers bearing the same armor and engraved badge upon their chest plates ran around the corner. They had been the ones pursuing Savior for the better part of the night and were none too happy with the criminal.
“You two mean to tell me you couldn’t catch this scrawny ass ***** in a foot chase?†The senior officer questioned at his two cohorts even as he aimed for Savior’s head, ready to fire should the former rider even flinch the wrong way. The two could make excuses, but that wasn’t how things worked in their unit. If you couldn’t do the job then you couldn’t do the job; there was no room for excuses. The senior officer shook his head before holstering his gun, leaving Savior with a worse feeling then he had before. The officer then pulled out his Guard Acceler, switching it to its weapon mode. The stick sparked and the officer half laughed as he said his next words. “Can’t be having this little piss ant telling all his buddies that he outran you two rookies, now can we?†Savior began to scoot back, trying to get further away from the law keeper before him. He looked back to see if the other two would stand up for his rights, if they would protect the broken man from their senior. The two rookie officers only glanced at each other before turning away. They had worked too hard to become rider to stand against a senior officer for the sake of a washed up junkie. Even so, they were still unwilling to watch the carnage about to unfold even as they heard the first, bone breaking strike. The strike sounded strange, however: like metal hitting metal as opposed to metal striking flesh. The two turned to see what had happened and saw their senior standing over a terrified Savior, not moving from his posed to attack position. Then the armored man fell forward, hitting the ground with a generous amount of force. Savior barely had time to move out of the way of the collapsing man who hit the ground hard, clearly unconscious.
What Savior and the other two officers saw left them flabbergasted. Sticking out of the brute of an officer’s back was a glowing arrow. The arrow had pierced straight through the power pack of the G3-Mild armor and into the armor’s wearer. The two remaining riders looked further down the alley only to each be struck by arrows as well; these piercing them through their chests and into their armor’s power packs. The two fell as quickly as their senior, and Savior was left the only one conscious among them. Perhaps the only one alive, though no blood seemed to be flowing from the armor of the three downed riders. As the shocked, terrified man looked around, he heard the sound of someone approaching. Fear told him not to look, but his survival instinct convinced him to turn his head toward the approaching steps. In the dark of the alley, Savior saw a human shaped entity which wore bizarre armor, an ornately decorated helmet, and a cross bow melded with its left arm. Having seen dopants, altered humans, and a score of other inhumanoids, Savior should not have been so surprised by the being’s appearance, though he was. This being was different from the others: it was a kaijin, but it did not strike the same kind of fear in ones heart that a kaijin normally would. Instead this being seemed to bear a kind of wisdom about him that left Savior a bit calmer, but still cautious.
As the being finally reached Savior, it offered the down trodden man its hand as if volunteering to help him up. The red haired miscreant was not certain, and hesitated for a moment. In the end, Savior took the crossbow wielder’s hand and was surprised at how easily he was pulled to his feet. The being wiped the dust off of Savior’s shoulders and nodded to the man before grabbing him by the neck with enough force to lift the full grown man off the ground. Savior flailed for a moment as a burning sensation coursed through his neck and shoulder. When at last the being droped Savior, the man scurried a few feet before feeling of his own neck in shock. It was gone, the living connector that had been right bellow his skin for years was completely gone. That wasn’t all: Savior felt different, almost whole again. His shakes and cold sweat were gone, and he felt alive again. Savior turned to the figure with a questioning stare which was answered with the figure presenting a device to the now healed man. It was an odd, red switch that seemed to resonate with Savior for some reason. The man didn’t know why, but the device felt familiar. It wasn’t like the power of a Gaia Memory, but far purer and les oppressive. “Wha-what is that…a-and who are you?†The figure scoffed a bit before walking over to Savior, taking the man’s hand, and forcing the switch into his hand. “A guy walks up, removes the source of your addiction, and offers you a magic switch that you won’t get addicted to. Good God you should be thanking me, and agreeing to be one of my followers by now.â€
The words from the bowman took Savior by surprise. He had expected…well something more profound, but instead seemed to have been forced into some group that this man before him was leading. Savior looked at the switch and then back at his new acquaintance who was waving his hand in an attempt to speed the former junkie along. It was probably stupid, ignorant, and just down right irresponsible, but it was better then being shot in the back while trying to flee. Savior took gulped and pressed the switch, not sure what was about to happen. A light shown from Savior’s body as a pure, good, and clean power flowed through him. He could feel a connection to the stars themselves and knew what he was, and why he had been chosen. This was a day the former rider would never forget: the day he became a Horoscope, Apostle, and comrade to others like him. It was also the day he would learn of the impending threat, and the doom Justice City would some day face is something wasn’t done. As the transformation ended, Savior looked toward the warrior he now knew was the Sagittarius Zodiarts, and the one chosen to lead their cause. Even with what he had learned, however, there was still much he did not know. The Sagittarius powered bowman deactivated his own transformation, revealing an average built man in his early twenties whose black hair was unkempt, and whose blue eyes peered at Savior with something like anticipation. “Well…did they remember my name this time?†Savior wasn’t sure who his comrade meant, but he shook his head to which the other man seemed extremely perturbed. He looked toward the stars and let out a long line of obscenities followed by a line that revealed his identity, to some extent. “Masta you sorry ass, self centered bastards!!! My name is Hidden Masta and you ugly ass holes think you can just waltz into my dreams, tell me I’m the chosen one, and then walk away without as much as a please or thank you!? Stars my ass! Your not even worthy of being dwarf stars, much less real stars, or super stars! The same goes for your dads…or whatever stars have…shit…â€
The man now known to Savior as Hidden Masta looked at the raggedy fellow and then looked away as he spoke. “They think cause they are magic stars that they can treat me like a pawn. God made me just as much as he made them: flaws included. Tch…I’m hungry…I’m meeting my other disciples for breakfast and your coming along too. After that we are checking you ass into the Y. God knows you need a bath and probably a tetanus shot or something. What’s your name anyway?†Savior was still a bit taken back by Masta’s actions, but finally answered and a stutter. “S-S-Savior Den-O…†Masta looked at the red head with a bit of disgust in his face before shaking his head and turning to walk away. “Who names themselves that? Alright, alright…we will just get you a new name after your shots. Something bad ass like…â€Little Mastaâ€, or “Masta the secondâ€, no…no that is jst stupid. Oh, Masta the Lesser, now that’s the ****. Right, from now on you’ll be Masta the Lesser, and I’ll expect you to call me Hidden Masta the Greater. HA! It’s going to be a good day, I can feel it!â€
Note: This is also a story written for fun while I was half asleep and is only the first part of many. So if the grammer and spelling arn't perfect then deal. I'll probably fix it later....I don't see why I wouldn't. Thanks for reading.
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A city full of heroes; governed, policed, and maintained by heroes; that is what Justice City is. When the concept was first presented by the man called Keith Justice, many thought he was mad, or at least over zealous. Yet the concept flourished, and the city called Justice has come to rival some world powers in the few years since its rise from one man’s mind. Many threats have come and gone, with just as many heroes to face them down. Time and time again, foe after foe has fallen in the names of justice, love, and hope. The city has known peace for many long years since the last threat was thwarted, but danger still persists. Gaia memories, mutagenic drugs, illegal cyberization: all are a constant threat to the innocent people of the hero ruled utopia. While some thrive in the constant struggle to maintain peace, others have begun to be slowly corrupted by the very forces they fight to defeat. The lines between are constantly being blurred, and some say that soon the city will fall by its own dogma: Heroes. Now, a new sort of hero is about to rise, and they shall remind the city of its purpose by wearing the very power that so many have come to loathe. Angels viewed as devils by the very people they strive to protect; they will rise to become what the city needs now more then ever before.
Apostles.
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Chapter 1: Savior Den-O, The Cops, and…..
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C block: the under belly of Justice City that lay open for all too see like some festering wound. No one ever paid much heed to the debauchery and sorrow in that place, though it was clear for all to see, even those in the upper city. Even S.P.D. and its Dekarangers rarely came to this long stretch of ruined buildings filled with equally ruined dreams. No, the only law here is the G3 Mild patrols commanded by the Moderator, Blade Dancer, and whatever punishment the locals deemed fit for those that would wrong them. No one ever really figured out how the neighborhood had fallen so hard, but such thoughts are not those of one man. A man called Savior Den-O; a junkie with severe Gaia Memory addiction searching for the only thing that has ever brought him peace. He had power once, he was even respected by the higher community as a skilled user of the Den-O system. He lost all that due to one rash decision, and turned to Gaia Memories in some vein attempt to regain his lost glory. He had lost that memory and now the scrawny man was running for his life from the very men and women he had once stood alongside in opposition to evil.
As the red haired man turned a corner; his torn jacket and worn clothes doing little to protect him from the falling rain, he turn his head to search for his pursuers. His hazel eyes saw nothing, and for a moment he smiled as he felt safe for the first time in hours. The feeling did not last as Savior hit something solid in front of him which caused him to stumble back before he fell onto the muddy road. He looked up and saw the very thing he had been trying to escape; a man wearying the mass produced armor called G3 Mild. The silver and blue armor was worn over a black, bio enhancement suit, and bore the red eyes akin to most riders, or rider like warriors. As the armored figure pointed his fire arm (a GM-01 Scorpion) at the fallen man, two other officers bearing the same armor and engraved badge upon their chest plates ran around the corner. They had been the ones pursuing Savior for the better part of the night and were none too happy with the criminal.
“You two mean to tell me you couldn’t catch this scrawny ass ***** in a foot chase?†The senior officer questioned at his two cohorts even as he aimed for Savior’s head, ready to fire should the former rider even flinch the wrong way. The two could make excuses, but that wasn’t how things worked in their unit. If you couldn’t do the job then you couldn’t do the job; there was no room for excuses. The senior officer shook his head before holstering his gun, leaving Savior with a worse feeling then he had before. The officer then pulled out his Guard Acceler, switching it to its weapon mode. The stick sparked and the officer half laughed as he said his next words. “Can’t be having this little piss ant telling all his buddies that he outran you two rookies, now can we?†Savior began to scoot back, trying to get further away from the law keeper before him. He looked back to see if the other two would stand up for his rights, if they would protect the broken man from their senior. The two rookie officers only glanced at each other before turning away. They had worked too hard to become rider to stand against a senior officer for the sake of a washed up junkie. Even so, they were still unwilling to watch the carnage about to unfold even as they heard the first, bone breaking strike. The strike sounded strange, however: like metal hitting metal as opposed to metal striking flesh. The two turned to see what had happened and saw their senior standing over a terrified Savior, not moving from his posed to attack position. Then the armored man fell forward, hitting the ground with a generous amount of force. Savior barely had time to move out of the way of the collapsing man who hit the ground hard, clearly unconscious.
What Savior and the other two officers saw left them flabbergasted. Sticking out of the brute of an officer’s back was a glowing arrow. The arrow had pierced straight through the power pack of the G3-Mild armor and into the armor’s wearer. The two remaining riders looked further down the alley only to each be struck by arrows as well; these piercing them through their chests and into their armor’s power packs. The two fell as quickly as their senior, and Savior was left the only one conscious among them. Perhaps the only one alive, though no blood seemed to be flowing from the armor of the three downed riders. As the shocked, terrified man looked around, he heard the sound of someone approaching. Fear told him not to look, but his survival instinct convinced him to turn his head toward the approaching steps. In the dark of the alley, Savior saw a human shaped entity which wore bizarre armor, an ornately decorated helmet, and a cross bow melded with its left arm. Having seen dopants, altered humans, and a score of other inhumanoids, Savior should not have been so surprised by the being’s appearance, though he was. This being was different from the others: it was a kaijin, but it did not strike the same kind of fear in ones heart that a kaijin normally would. Instead this being seemed to bear a kind of wisdom about him that left Savior a bit calmer, but still cautious.
As the being finally reached Savior, it offered the down trodden man its hand as if volunteering to help him up. The red haired miscreant was not certain, and hesitated for a moment. In the end, Savior took the crossbow wielder’s hand and was surprised at how easily he was pulled to his feet. The being wiped the dust off of Savior’s shoulders and nodded to the man before grabbing him by the neck with enough force to lift the full grown man off the ground. Savior flailed for a moment as a burning sensation coursed through his neck and shoulder. When at last the being droped Savior, the man scurried a few feet before feeling of his own neck in shock. It was gone, the living connector that had been right bellow his skin for years was completely gone. That wasn’t all: Savior felt different, almost whole again. His shakes and cold sweat were gone, and he felt alive again. Savior turned to the figure with a questioning stare which was answered with the figure presenting a device to the now healed man. It was an odd, red switch that seemed to resonate with Savior for some reason. The man didn’t know why, but the device felt familiar. It wasn’t like the power of a Gaia Memory, but far purer and les oppressive. “Wha-what is that…a-and who are you?†The figure scoffed a bit before walking over to Savior, taking the man’s hand, and forcing the switch into his hand. “A guy walks up, removes the source of your addiction, and offers you a magic switch that you won’t get addicted to. Good God you should be thanking me, and agreeing to be one of my followers by now.â€
The words from the bowman took Savior by surprise. He had expected…well something more profound, but instead seemed to have been forced into some group that this man before him was leading. Savior looked at the switch and then back at his new acquaintance who was waving his hand in an attempt to speed the former junkie along. It was probably stupid, ignorant, and just down right irresponsible, but it was better then being shot in the back while trying to flee. Savior took gulped and pressed the switch, not sure what was about to happen. A light shown from Savior’s body as a pure, good, and clean power flowed through him. He could feel a connection to the stars themselves and knew what he was, and why he had been chosen. This was a day the former rider would never forget: the day he became a Horoscope, Apostle, and comrade to others like him. It was also the day he would learn of the impending threat, and the doom Justice City would some day face is something wasn’t done. As the transformation ended, Savior looked toward the warrior he now knew was the Sagittarius Zodiarts, and the one chosen to lead their cause. Even with what he had learned, however, there was still much he did not know. The Sagittarius powered bowman deactivated his own transformation, revealing an average built man in his early twenties whose black hair was unkempt, and whose blue eyes peered at Savior with something like anticipation. “Well…did they remember my name this time?†Savior wasn’t sure who his comrade meant, but he shook his head to which the other man seemed extremely perturbed. He looked toward the stars and let out a long line of obscenities followed by a line that revealed his identity, to some extent. “Masta you sorry ass, self centered bastards!!! My name is Hidden Masta and you ugly ass holes think you can just waltz into my dreams, tell me I’m the chosen one, and then walk away without as much as a please or thank you!? Stars my ass! Your not even worthy of being dwarf stars, much less real stars, or super stars! The same goes for your dads…or whatever stars have…shit…â€
The man now known to Savior as Hidden Masta looked at the raggedy fellow and then looked away as he spoke. “They think cause they are magic stars that they can treat me like a pawn. God made me just as much as he made them: flaws included. Tch…I’m hungry…I’m meeting my other disciples for breakfast and your coming along too. After that we are checking you ass into the Y. God knows you need a bath and probably a tetanus shot or something. What’s your name anyway?†Savior was still a bit taken back by Masta’s actions, but finally answered and a stutter. “S-S-Savior Den-O…†Masta looked at the red head with a bit of disgust in his face before shaking his head and turning to walk away. “Who names themselves that? Alright, alright…we will just get you a new name after your shots. Something bad ass like…â€Little Mastaâ€, or “Masta the secondâ€, no…no that is jst stupid. Oh, Masta the Lesser, now that’s the ****. Right, from now on you’ll be Masta the Lesser, and I’ll expect you to call me Hidden Masta the Greater. HA! It’s going to be a good day, I can feel it!â€
