Regeneration: standard (rank 1)
Issa groaned to life while the morning sun beat on his back. He looked down at his wounds, but they were gone. He stood and gazed upon the desolate village. The sight of his once lively village made barren in such a way made his eyes began to water, but he wouldn’t let the tears fall. He walked back to the body of Cheikh and fell to his knees. Issa then crossed Cheikh’s arms, and laid his forehead upon his. He knew what he had to do. He stood up from Cheikh’s body, and stormed to his hut.
A Warrior's Spear
Piercing Weapon: standard (rank 1)
He walked into the hut and pulled back a curtain of animal skin. It unveiled a large spear that nearly equaled him in height. He grabbed the spear and touched the sharp tip, inspecting the weapon before running out of the hut. He ran through the jungle as he tried to follow the slightly cold trail the intruders left from the previous night. Using his knowledge of the land and the “gossip” of the villages he knew that they would be heading back for the coast. He also knew he had to prevent that.
He ran until he neared a large brush that stood between the thick jungles and the oceans beach. He stopped and observed the land before slowly walking through the brush. As he neared the center he stumbled upon the massacre. The south villages had indeed followed through with their plan to wage war. Issa carefully stepped through the plethora of bodies that laid, between him and the coast. He spotted a fallen warrior with a metal breastplate, and quickly placed it over his chest before storming forward to the coast.
Detective: standard (rank 1)
The sun had rose high in the clear sky now. Issa laid on his belly as he looked over the hill at the beach. The sight of his people in chains filled him with so much anger, but he laid still as he observed the situation. The slave traders now moved in haste after they were ambushed in the brush. There weren’t enough of them to take another attack by the natives. They wanted to set sail as soon as possible, so while most of the crew was packing onto a small boat to send back to the larger ship only two guards guarded the captives. Issa got up to a crouch and picked up his spear as he slowly made his way behind one of the guards in the brush. He waited for the right moment before he leaped out at his unknowing target. He pushed his spear through the back of the guard until it pierced through the front of his body. Issa roared with rage, and guard cried in pain. This caught the attention of the other guard as he drew his pistol. Issa pointed his spear to the ground and pulled it out of the guard’s body to point it to the other. The other guard spoke a foreign language to Issa before firing his weapon, but the bullet bounced off the skin covered metal breastplate, and Issa charged once again this time piercing the stomach of the guard. The captives cheered in their chains, but the gunfire and yelling attracted the attention of the rest of the crew. They ran from the ship and circled Issa as they all held weapons varying from rifles, to swords.
One with Earth
Weather Control: superior (rank 2)
The men taunted Issa as they circled him. He held his large spear outstretched to keep the men at their distance, but it did little good. The two with guns opened fired. One bullet was deflected by his breastplate but the other burrowed its way into his leg. Issa yelled in pain as he fell to one knee. He kept his spear up in an attempt to still keep them at bay, but the numbers game caught up. A rifle butt met the back of Issa’s head sending him into the dirt. The crew laughed as they kicked Issa’s weapon aside. Issa’s face laid against the cool dirt as he once again found himself in this predicament. He looked over at the worried face of the captives as he dug his hands into the cool earth. Clouds began to form, blocking out the sun. The previous gentle breezed roared as it turned into gusts of wind. The waves of the ocean tossed the boat back and forth as it floated on sea. The crew who had turned their back on Issa to watch the drastic weather change turned back to Issa to find him standing strong once again.
Weapon Master: standard (rank 1)
He then picked up his spear again and threw it into one of the five men. The large spear sliced through the man as he fell back into the sand. The others, just coming out of shock, attempted to reload their guns while the swordsman lunged himself as Issa. Issa sidestepped the sword as he grabbed hold of the handle and disarmed the man. With a swift move of his hands he pushed the sword back up towards the swordsman’s neck stabbing his jugular. He pulled the sword back out letting the man drop to the side of him. The other three stood there, panicky, as they still attempted to reload their pistols. Issa stepped forward and three looked at each other before dropping their pistols and running towards the smaller boat that sat on the beach. Issa pulled his spear from the lying man’s gut as he watched them row away to the larger ship.
The Wrench in their plans
Tactician: standard (rank 1)
Issa continued to protect his people along with the neighboring villages from these attacks. Eventually, many warriors with “special” abilities joined Issa in the fight to protect their land from the intruders. As time went on, however, it wasn’t small bands of pirates invading East Africa, but large companies sent in from the European nations. Britain and Germany had found interest in the area, and because of their resources they started work on a railroad to go through East Africa, but they soon discovered a wrench in their plans. Issa set into motion his plans to stop these companies from disturbing his land.
“Yes, I understand, sir… But the natives are out of control. They have turned every one of our plans upside down.” The husky man said.
He stood up from his desk and wiped his sweaty face before looking back at the man sitting on the other side of his desk.
“Yes, we’ve received all of your letters. They make lightning strike the equipment, breathe fire upon the tracks, and speak to the men with their mind.”
“This is all true! I’ve shown you the damage done already, and you’ve talked to the workers!”
“Calm down, Mister Helm. I’ve seen the damage done, and I’ve heard their stories, but I still find this whole situation quite hard to believe.” He paused and gathered his things off the desk and put them in his briefcase. Wiping his glasses as he continued. “But this still is your problem, Mr. Helm, and if I was you… I’d find a solution before I return… By any means necessary.”
The lanky man put his glasses on, stood up and walked through the door. Mr. Helm watched him wait in the dirt road until he was picked up a car driven off. His assistant walked in. She walked up behind him as he leaned on door frame, and began to rub his shoulders.
“Oh Mr. Helm, you feel so tense.”
“Not now Jane. If I don’t make these damn Africans disappear, I might just disappear.”
“Well… He did say by any means necessary. I could make a meeting for you, but it might cost you a shiny penny.”
“What kinda meetin’?”
“A meeting that just might make your problems… disappear.”
Mr. Helm smirked, “By any means necessary, babe.”
Issa ran through the jungle as his newly recruited partner, Senzi, followed closely behind him. Senzi was a pyromaniac teenager who had the ability to spit out fire. They called him Senzi the Devil, mostly because his actions weren’t very hero-like at his village, but because of his abilities Issa knew that the power he had should not be wasted and instead put to good use.
The night sky served as their cover as they swiftly ran towards the newly built civilization. They got down low as they got to the end of the thick brush and looked out into the dark dirt road. Across the road were the new supplies that were dropped off after the last ones were mysteriously set ablaze. Two guards sat in front of the supplies as they played their card game with their rifles lying on their laps. Issa peered at Senzi and signaled numerous hand signs before disappearing back into the foliage. Senzi nodded, and jumped out of the brush as he opened his mouth releasing flames upon the guards. They fell over in their chairs from the heat alone, attempting to scramble behind the boxed supplies. They took cover and then took their aim. Senzi danced on the road as he sprayed fire over the boxes. The moment the fire died down the two guards lifted their heads over their cover ready to open fire at the flame spitting teen. Fog rolled in and by the time they lifted their head nothing was visible. The fog was too thick. They eyed each other, barely making out their partners faces. The first guard turned his head back to the fog and the scream he heard was so loud and piercing it sounded as if it was right beside him. He whispered for his partner in the now silent foggy night. No answer. He turned his head back over the boxed supplies and Issa towered over him with his large spear in hand. He grabbed the guard’s throat and pulled him closer.
“Tell your boss that this will not stop. We will not be removed. This machine will run through our land once I breathe my last breath.”