The Past's Hatred: The Story of Tribal Steel

yea i do have some pretty carppy spelling, but hey thanks for the compliment man. Ill brainstorm some ideas and add on.

Part VIII: Aftermath

A month after his scuffle with the 5th Tribal Steel never felt better. He was busting crimes three times faster than he use to. He reached a nirvana, his mind was clear and focused. Tribal Steel could focus his energy better. The curse of the 5th Column had been lifted.

Tribal Steel decided to patrol the city. His contact and friend Mark Delbourne gave him leads to Talos Islands. Apparently the 5th Column were consorting with the Freakshow, a band of mutalated men drugged to fight, and fight well they did. So Tribal Steel took a nice trip to the Talos Islands. He reached a bridge leading into the city, the sun mirriored from the water of the bay. Inside his visor he squinted "Man, need to get anti-glare put into this thing." as he smirked. Tribal Steel sprinted to the guard rail, he jumped and placed his foot on the rail and leapt from it, as he reached the peak of his jump he began to sore into the sky. He saw boats sail and glide beneath him, unknowing of the trouble that was about to insue...

Tribal Steel weaved in between tightly packed skyscrapers. People on the ground gazed in amazment they told each other "Look its Tribal Steel!". Tribal Steel waved "WOOO HOOO!!" as he did a barrel roll. He returned to the task at hand then, realizing he was close to the warehouse Mark told him of. Tribal touched down and recalled what else Mark informed him of. "Now Tribal Steel, a man named Patrik MacAlinden has been tooken hostage. The FreakShow are useing him as calateral for something the 5th Column have. You have to find out what it is the FreakShow want." Tribal Steel craked his neck and stretched "Ahh thats nice." He opened the door and prepared for battle.

Inside the warehouse wreaked of sawdust and fish. "Uuk, what the hell is goin' on in here!?" Tribal Steel thought to himself. The crates and boxes inside were all stamped with Paragon City export and import seals. He reached a small storage room, he peared around the corner seeing three 5th Column soldiers and three FreakShow... freaks. They muttered things to each other as Tribal Steel watched on. The 5th begand to shout as each group got more flamboiant and arragant. One freak shoved a large spike into a 5th soldiers chest. Tribal Steel knew it was time to kick up some crime. The lead 5th soldier shot the freak that began the fight with a shot gun... it wasent pleasent. "Glad im sniping." Tribal Steel said. "Its Dinner time sukkas!!, AND ENERGY BLASTS ARE ON THE MENU!!" Tribal SHouted as he blasted the blood soaked 5th column soldier as he smaked the wall hard hanging lifeless over a crate. "[censored] its Tribal Steel!" a 5th soldier yelled "Get em' boys." a freak replied. A freak charged Tribal with a large blade. Tribal Steel dodged to the side punching the freak in the back of the head disorienting him. He stumblled forward dropping the blade as Tribal Steel ran up form behind him and missle drop kicked him. "Munch on concreate pal." as Tribal Steel laughed. the two reamining men left one from the 5th and the other from the FreakSHow were still going at it ignoring the order of the now dead freak. Tribal Steel slowly walked up to a crate that wasent marked with Paragon City seals. He craked the box, he looked on a set of rather deadly looking missiles or something. "So its weapons the Freaks want." Tribal Steel said. The two villianous men were both worn out, beaten and bloody they wobbled back and forth. Tribal Steel shot both of them one in the spine the other in the stomach. They dropped to the ground. In the silence Tribal Steel could think back to what they were arguing about. The freaks spoke of the man Patrik, and the 5th said it would cost more than just his life for the missiles. "Well now i have to find that Pat." Tribal Steel sighed and continued on through the warehouse.

He reached only one other room, it was dark with one light focused on a man in a chair. The remains of 5th Column soldiers were apparant, Fighting broke out. Tribal Steel tried to stay in the shadows looking for freaks. He heard shouts then smacks, and moans of pain. Only one but very large freak was there. He was the size of a large tree trunk and arms of a gorilla. So in good old fashion Tribal Steel had to kill or arrest this man, and Tribal Steel knew he wouldnt go quietly. Tribal Steel kicked on night vision on his visor then knocked out the light. He ran up to the freak and punched him in the head then the kidneys and kicked him in the chest. The punches barely fazed the beast of a man, but the kick knocked him into the wall. Then the freak began to swing wildly in the air, while Tribal Steel put Patrik out side the room. Once he steppind inside he was blasted in the face. It shot him out of the room across the hall into some boxes. The freak made his way out of the room. Noticing Tribal Steel down the way. Tribal slowly got up "Damn, knocked the wind out of me." He muttered. By that time the freak was on his way full bore twords him. He charged a shot as it hit the freaks leg flipping him as he landed on the ground. Tribal ran to him kicking him in the side and punching the large man in the face. After several hits landed Tribal Steel calmed down. Then shot small energy beams into the mans arms making them limp and useless.

Tribal Steel picked Patrik MacAlinden up and carried him outside "You alright man?" Tribal asked "I'll be okayi suppose." Pat replied. With that Tribal Steel took Pat to a safer place. Then went on his way. With the weapons disposed of and Patrik in good hands the day was saved. Tribal Steel landed on a high builiding to rest. The sun clouds covered much of the sun casting shadows over much of the city. "Not much better than this." Tribal Steel said laying back and shutting his eyes, dazing into his calm dreamland.

((Hope you enjoy this installment ))

Hey that was great. I noticed the better spelling. I liked the Freakshow boss fight. The only way this thread could get any better is if Tribal Steel brandishes some improvised weapon to maim dozens of 5th Column soldiers as they try to overwhelm him. I hope you continue writing this awesome story.

Thanks for the ideas, i might just use that maiming of 5th Column soldiers, who dosent like seeing nazis die
Ill post more later

Part IX: Nightmares

The moon was full as clouds laced the star lit sky. Tribal Steel was sleeping peacfully in his apartment as moonlight seeped through his bedroom window. His mind drifted through dreams taking him to places he's never been and where he used to be. How things were...

"Hey Al, you look like you saw a ghost. What's... the matter......"

"No, no please god no....."

The time when he was changed. His friends and family distanced themselves from him. He was scared for life physically and mentally. He sadi goodbye to his former life long ago.

As his dreams ended another dream passed through his mind. He stood alone in a dark field. The moonlight didnt seem strong enough, cause he could barely see five feet in every direction. Tribal was scared, and he wasent alone. A voice belowed across the field.

"It was fate alone that allowed you to intervene,and this world may call you hero. yet all this was to tell some ones fortune and to show who may be greater than those around them."

As he spoke, sark figures arose around him.

"You've shown me your true quality. For it was me who set this stage of conflict. All was to cloud my true intent. Even if I had betrayed the Axis powers I served decades ago. If I hadent the 5th COlumn would have not grown to such great strength. So 'hero' be wary where you go and what you do. You have shown great prowess these past weeks. I promise you havent seen the last of the 5th Column"

The voice faded as the tall figures closed in on Tribal Steel. Red lights illuminated on the bodies. The symbols of the 5th Column appeared. The field was then lit up with a dim red light as the moon turned red also. Over 30 men surrounded Tribal Steel. In an act of fear and terror Tribal Steel unleashed a Nova blast of energy. Hie eyes ears mouth and nostles had pure energy flow from them "AHHHHHHGG!!!" all the Column soldiers were destroyed. The field was once again empty. Just then Tribal awoke sweaty and breathing heavily. He knew he wasent through with the 5th Column.

((Just to add on i wrote this up pretty quick post waht ya think))

That was cool, i wonder who that voice was? Also, i suppose the explosion was nova? Plz keep going, i love this thread!

Part X: Requiem of a Dream

The morning after the nightmare Tribal Steel just felt like beating people up. He needed to vent, he was angry that this man knew him. That his deformity was purposely done. He lept off of a building and began to soar through the air. He scoped out the ground looking for 5th Column soldiers. "Where in the hell could those facsist bastards be?" He asked. Just then he was hit in the chest with a projectile of some sort. He plumeted to the ground. As he past roof top builgings he tryed to focus and noticed a man with a large rifle. He was in al black with a large skull on his chest with red wings behind it... He murmmered "5th Column, figures." Tribal Steel hit the side walk. The impact kncoked Tribal Steel completly unconsious. Then five soldiers carried him off to a abandoned building.

When Tribal Steel woke up he was hanging by his hands from the cieling. The room was dark, lights glimmered from science equipment. Many Nazi members were scattered in the room. All having conversations of there own with one another. The discussions were all about Tribal Steel. He tried to listen to what they said, but his ears rang from the fall. Slowly he was able to listen to the words of the men. Some had german accents. "He has developed great powers." "The abilities of the cuffs CAN be harnesed." Tribal Steel peered out of the room. More men were patrolling and carring on in an almost victorious celebration. Tribal Steel coughed, when he looked down blood was spattered on the floor. A man dress like a scientist approached Tribal Steel. "You may have realized what has happened. I hope you enjoyed the dream?" the man chuckled "You ate something that gave me control over your dreams. I wont tell you what it was, I'd rather leave that to your facinating imagination. Now you may ask yourself why me? but why anyone else. It is irelevent who we chose to experiment on. Also you may be asking who am I? Well a worthy question, I am Requiem well atleast the mind of Requiem. I once once a ranking officer in the Nazi Army. I shared the thousand year riech as Hitler and all his followers did. I wont explain fully how I am here now but I knew that if you didnt sucseed the 3rd Riech would have become reality and not a long lost dream. So be greatful for your victories and triumphs cause its all about to end here." Tribal Steel replied only be spitting in Requiems face. Requiem whipped blood and saliva off his eyes and face. "Well then all I have left to say is farwell Al Papavich or Tribal Steel." He said. Then several men carried over a piece of equipment.

It was a large box with two holes there were monitors for each hole, then Tribal Steel heard a man say "The amputator is ready sir". Tribal Steel's horror returned to him. He cant lose his hands that he once lost before. Tribal Steel had a long time to regain strenght and focus his power. He wasent tired anymore. The men crowded around him. Tears ran down his face through his visor. He closed his eyes when a image from his nightmare last night came to mind. His explosion, raw energy imploding from him. It needed anger and raw emotion. This moment in time could not doubt spur the anger he needed. All the men were looking closly at Tribal Steel waiting to see what will happen to his hands. "AAAHHHHHHGG!!" His body erupted with energy, a bright flash of light blue light filled the room. What happened inside the room, is unexplainable. What was left of the men were only small stains of blood on the ground. Tribal Steel was now alone in the room, but not in the building. He was left tired and disoriented. He stumbled forword. Then three men stepped into the room. One soldier punched Tribal in the face. He was knocked to the ground. The punch brought him back to the world. The flash inside his mind gave him the jolt he needed to focus on what was happening. He jumped up and kicked the man who punched him right in the chest, he tripped back gasping for air. "Here this can help" Tribal Steel said and shot a bolt of energy at the 5th Column soldiers face. The other tow men ran at Tribal Steel. One lept at him, Tribal Steel caught the man and held him by his legs. He swung the man at a large pole that was driven through the building. His body wrapped around the pole. His spine was broken indefinetly. The last man had a gun pointed to Tribals head when he let go of the body."See ya around Steel." The soldier said. "Yea I was thinking the same thing." Tribal Steel replied. He elbowed the gun out of the mans hand then picked him up by his throat. Tribal Steel said "You shouldnt lose your head in a fight." Just then Tribal Steel fired a blast of energy. Scince there was nothing really to hold onto the man fell to the floor.

Tribal Steel was covered in blood as he walked out of the sml building. He walked for a long time as people stared as they passed. He eventually made it to his apartment building. His friend Cyyfer saw him "He man c'mon." Cyyfer picked him up and carried him to his room. "You need to take a rest man, ive never seen a crazy *** hero like you before." Cyyfer smiled as Tribal Steel slowly fell asleep. Besides the fact that he saw bloody carnage today but he was able to nap peacfully. He was at ease for the time being.

((post your thoughts and ideas. There all welcome))

Great Job. The Backbreaking on the pole was awesome. I liked everything about that one! Keep em coming!

thanks that back breaking part made me laugh ill start another up soon.

Yeah that part did kick butt

lol glad you liked it

hehe I can just imagine that soldier's back wrapping around the pole with some loud crackles.

lol yea

man i fought my 1st warwolf not too long ago, do they always mutate from other 5th?

yea its like a suicide move for them, just before there about to die they change. Its a sweet move if they wouldnt always die. Like people say they want to get a morph power for an archetype. It would be sweet.

yea i hope that shapeshifting is included in cov

ill post my next installment later. ive been busy with school.

((Well ive decided to have another go at it, this should be a bit short but sweet... atleast i hope.))

Part XI: THE KID...

"My bones.. holy cripes my bones." Tribal Steel spoke as he walked down the street as people passed him by. They stared and pointed speaking to each other as they crossed each others path "Wow what happened to him?", "He had to much he could handle.", "Its a shame to see heroes getting tossed around this city."

"Pshh if they only knew what I faced." Tribal muttered in disgust at the civilians. "That crazy ******* Cyffer is the one to blame." Now Cyffer may be a strange name... and now doubt it is, but you have to see this guy to understand. Picture a enlarged man around 6'11'' easily 350 to 400 pounds. Spikey brown hair with a faint green tint. He got transformed by some creepy waste that he fell into as a kid. "Hell he still is a kid." Tribal said out loud. He still acts like it too, and you can picture a kid with a power trip. His he has flashy adamantium skin, when I pucnh him just messing around I had to out a splint on my hand. He weras bright green and blue tights, with a fist on his chest. He loves to fight and he loves to see me get hurt even more. Tribal Steel rubbed his shoulder and then rotated it stretching it a bit. "Damn youngster maybe only a few years younger than me but still, freakin' kid." Tribal shouted. As Tribal tried to keep his head high he felt his neck strain to hold the weight of his head. So many of 'em, jesus so many of 'em. The concrete dust shifted as the wind blew and Tribal Steel's hair blew in the breeze. How can they teleport like that? he sorted out the events in his mind. "Sky Raiders, what a bunch of sick and twisted individuals. I know it wasen't them truely, The 5th keep resurfacing. I'll never get rid of 'em. The last words echoed in Tribal's mind. "Yea I got that for sure."

"We got this, this isn't a time to puss out now Tribal, come on tough it out." Cyffer siad mocking Tribal. "Your a demented kid you know that Cyffer?" "Dammit man I'm no kid, now lets waste these raiders and get on with the leaders already." "You know these arent really raiders, there 5th with out a doubt, just in disguise. Suckers think there clever." Tribal Steel knew waht he was talking about, the 5th have been on his tail for a good 6 months. "What ever Tribe, as long as I get to kill them I'll be happy." Cyffer smiled under his mask "Now lets GO!!!" Cyffer pounced batting them away and throwing them into walls. "Son of a..." with that Tribal shot of blast at sky slash 5th that strayed from the massing group. Tribal punched a few in the belly as they came near then kicking them in the head as they goaned in anguish. "Fools, don't loose your heads." Tribal cockingly chimed in. "HAHA very funny, could I get some help here Witty Steel?" Cyffer grabbed a sky/5th by the leg and now had a weapon of sorts. The thug screamed in pain as his body was used to knock down his buddioes. "You are a inquistive fella' aren't ytou Cyffer?" Tribal Steel exclaimed. Tribal ran and drop kicked a incoming raider. "Well not that im modest but I am a handy guy." Cyffer replied. "Were screwed Cy... look." AS they turned and the last of the raiders dropped, atleast 80 raiders came chrging around the hall. "I'm out of steam man, we gotta' run." Tribal shot a explosive blast that knocked most if them off their feet. "I'm bookin' it too." Cyffer shot off throught ht ehalls with amazing speed. "Damn, he has super speed." Bullets hit most of Tribels body as he ran through the hall way to the exit. When Tribal reached the door the raiders ran out of ammo and backed off.

On the other side of the door the city was bustling luckily Cyffer found a novice healer. Tribal was brought back from near death to just a sore and beated body. "Ouch, that had to hurt Tribal? Thanks Retna he'd be screwed if you didn't show up." Cyffer said. :Just glad I could help. Make sure he gets home safe." he replied with that he ran off into the city. Cyffer slowly turned to Tribal Steel. "You gonna be alright Al?" He asked. "Tribal Steel slowly muttered "Yea... I'll be fine Nikc, now help me up so I can go home." "Gotcha." Cyffer easily lifted Tribal up. "Hey Al maybe it isn't smart to have Kazuki use your name as a hero allias. It leaves you almost open to discovery." Cyffer sounded worried for once, an uneasy tone to his voice caught Tribal's attention. "Well I may consider that Cyffer. I'll talk to him later." They walked down the street slowly keeping to Tribal Steel's pace.

"These simple minded creatures don't know I've been shot a good five hundred times today. My armor and the radiation rules though. Ah home already, bed here I come."

((it wasen't very short but hope you guys find some pleasuer in reading it, comment on it any way you will.))

Sorry about how long it took to respond. (my internet got screwy for a while) There is no way a guy (even with a healer) could survive with 500 bullet wounds. The healer never actually removed the bullets, so tribal would now be more lead than hero.