Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2012 23:38:58 GMT
Metal Hero-
At the time, I had just secured a lab for the Musha tribe, being only a lower ranking normal samurai model when this occurred along with my brother. A few days after the battle, something strange happened, it was unlike any other model I had seen, a replica wearing what appeared to be a gray uniform and a helmet had entered the lab. When the guards found out about this infiltration they had surrounded him.
He refused to fight until my brother drew a sword to him, it was like watching the most experienced Kung Fu Master, the unknown borg's fist swatted away my brother's blades, surrounded on all sides by us he spun and managed to counter almost every single attack.
My brother was furious but I stepped in just in time to stop this pointless conflict. We simply asked what he wanted and he merely requested a place to stay. Having seniority over my brother, I was able to authorize this much to his dismay. Over the course of a few weeks, the strange borg taught me what he knew about combat.
"These blades are too long for your model. Try a shorter ninjaken, just one. You will have more precision, and your enemies will be dominated at close range. It will require more force to swing but it will be far easier to block and jab."
"The same energy you use for your slash, concentrate it, stabilize it in your blade. Control the flow... Now release it!"
This advice and much more, he slowly changed my style in combat. Eventually we used the lab to forge for ourselves new armor and while I made a new blade for myself, the mysterious borg preferred to stay unarmed at all times, a choice my brother and tribe thought ridiculous.
I could no longer be considered of the samurai model due to the changes, my brother grew more ashamed of me, even though he himself had changed as well. He had become our tribe's prized champion with the assistance of the labs. The first of the Beam Samurai.
Months would pass and outside of our lab we witnessed a troop of gun borgs running from a great battalion of death borgs. I implored my brother and the other samurai to help but they would not listen. Just as I went to turn my back, my mentor had started running out of the lab into the fight... I joined him immediately, not looking back to my tribe.
We were nearly outmatched, I had never faced so many opponents at once. It appeared to be our last stand as the death borg betas closed in. That's when I remembered... I took the stance, concentrated, stabilized, controlled the flow... With one swipe it was as if the great Kai Musha had blessed me with his own blade, I divided a black sea with a strike, sending the death borgs into a retreat.
I went to turn around and rejoice with the gun borgs and my comrade, but by the time I looked, he had already began walking away into the city, leaving us behind. When I caught up with him, it was night and death borg mus were patrolling in the distance near the greater tri-city area. He stared at the sky for the longest time. I remember, attempting to see what he saw.
"There is only black and white. It's the only thing I have seen since the beginning. Across the sky, there is only darkness as far as the ocular scanner can see. But look, in the dark shines small glimmers of hope. They are without name, without motive. They shine because it is what they do, no matter how far apart they are, no matter how much darkness there is...
We must become more than ourselves. Symbols. Protectors. Selfless. Will you join me? Will you be a hero?"
... Before that day I had a name. I had doubts and confusion. But since then, I've only been known as the Metal Hero.
At the time, I had just secured a lab for the Musha tribe, being only a lower ranking normal samurai model when this occurred along with my brother. A few days after the battle, something strange happened, it was unlike any other model I had seen, a replica wearing what appeared to be a gray uniform and a helmet had entered the lab. When the guards found out about this infiltration they had surrounded him.
He refused to fight until my brother drew a sword to him, it was like watching the most experienced Kung Fu Master, the unknown borg's fist swatted away my brother's blades, surrounded on all sides by us he spun and managed to counter almost every single attack.
My brother was furious but I stepped in just in time to stop this pointless conflict. We simply asked what he wanted and he merely requested a place to stay. Having seniority over my brother, I was able to authorize this much to his dismay. Over the course of a few weeks, the strange borg taught me what he knew about combat.
"These blades are too long for your model. Try a shorter ninjaken, just one. You will have more precision, and your enemies will be dominated at close range. It will require more force to swing but it will be far easier to block and jab."
"The same energy you use for your slash, concentrate it, stabilize it in your blade. Control the flow... Now release it!"
This advice and much more, he slowly changed my style in combat. Eventually we used the lab to forge for ourselves new armor and while I made a new blade for myself, the mysterious borg preferred to stay unarmed at all times, a choice my brother and tribe thought ridiculous.
I could no longer be considered of the samurai model due to the changes, my brother grew more ashamed of me, even though he himself had changed as well. He had become our tribe's prized champion with the assistance of the labs. The first of the Beam Samurai.
Months would pass and outside of our lab we witnessed a troop of gun borgs running from a great battalion of death borgs. I implored my brother and the other samurai to help but they would not listen. Just as I went to turn my back, my mentor had started running out of the lab into the fight... I joined him immediately, not looking back to my tribe.
We were nearly outmatched, I had never faced so many opponents at once. It appeared to be our last stand as the death borg betas closed in. That's when I remembered... I took the stance, concentrated, stabilized, controlled the flow... With one swipe it was as if the great Kai Musha had blessed me with his own blade, I divided a black sea with a strike, sending the death borgs into a retreat.
I went to turn around and rejoice with the gun borgs and my comrade, but by the time I looked, he had already began walking away into the city, leaving us behind. When I caught up with him, it was night and death borg mus were patrolling in the distance near the greater tri-city area. He stared at the sky for the longest time. I remember, attempting to see what he saw.
"There is only black and white. It's the only thing I have seen since the beginning. Across the sky, there is only darkness as far as the ocular scanner can see. But look, in the dark shines small glimmers of hope. They are without name, without motive. They shine because it is what they do, no matter how far apart they are, no matter how much darkness there is...
We must become more than ourselves. Symbols. Protectors. Selfless. Will you join me? Will you be a hero?"
... Before that day I had a name. I had doubts and confusion. But since then, I've only been known as the Metal Hero.
