Trident Force Chronicles
Sentinel's Fall
By Paul "BigGator5" Richardson
Copyright © 2016 by Paul “BigGator5” Richardson
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Author's Forward
American Sentinel One-Shot
Chief Hiawatha #1
Engelhard #1
Hawkfox Delta #1
Sooper Zoom #1
Red-Eye Destrobot #1
Green Silk #1
Blue Star #1
Red Spade #1
Mantis Skin #1
Trident Force #1
Chief Hiawatha #2
Engelhard #2
Hawkfox Delta #2
Sooper Zoom #2
Red-Eye Destrobot #2
Green Silk #2
Blue Star #2
Red Spade #2
Mantis Skin #2
Trident Force #2
Chief Hiawatha #3
Engelhard #3
Hawkfox Delta #3
Sooper Zoom #3
Red-Eye Destrobot #3
Green Silk #3
Blue Star #3
Red Spade #3
Mantis Skin #3
Trident Force #3
Chief Hiawatha #4
Engelhard #4
Hawkfox Delta #4
Sooper Zoom #4
Red-Eye Destrobot #4
Green Silk #4
Blue Star #4
Red Spade #4
Mantis Skin #4
Trident Force #4
Chief Hiawatha #5
Engelhard #5
Hawkfox Delta #5
Sooper Zoom #5
Red-Eye Destrobot #5
Green Silk #5
Blue Star #5
Red Spade #5
Mantis Skin #5
Trident Force #5
Chief Hiawatha #6
Engelhard #6
Hawkfox Delta #6
Sooper Zoom #6
Red-Eye Destrobot #6
Green Silk #6
Blue Star #6
Red Spade #6
Mantis Skin #6
Trident Force #6
Chief Hiawatha #7
Engelhard #7
Hawkfox Delta #7
Sooper Zoom #7
Red-Eye Destrobot #7
Green Silk #7
Blue Star #7
Red Spade #7
Mantis Skin #7
Trident Force #7
Chief Hiawatha #8
Engelhard #8
Hawkfox Delta #8
Sooper Zoom #8
Red-Eye Destrobot #8
Green Silk #8
Blue Star #8
Red Spade #8
Mantis Skin #8
Trident Force #8
Citizen Hunter One-Shot
Chief Hiawatha #9
Engelhard #9
Hawkfox Delta #9
Sooper Zoom #9
Red-Eye Destrobot #9
Green Silk #9
Blue Star #9
Red Spade #9
Mantis Skin #9
Trident Force #9
Chief Hiawatha #10
Engelhard #10
Hawkfox Delta #10
Sooper Zoom #10
Red-Eye Destrobot #10
Green Silk #10
Blue Star #10
Red Spade #10
Mantis Skin #10
Trident Force #10
Author's Forward
First, a dedication and some acknowledgements. I like to dedicate this novel to Jesus and to my loving family. Without their love and patience, this book would have never been written. Many thanks to Moe Lane, Matthew Titus, and the three other anonymous GoFundMe patrons who donated money. One of the anonymous patrons donated over $100 and got to name a character, Ana Lee, which appears late in the book. And last, but not least, Matt Dawson for adding text to this public domain image I found for the cover.
Speaking of the cover, I need to talk a little about it. I found this image on a public domain website. As far as I know, it is in the public domain and I will be working under the assumption that it is a public domain artwork.
With all that out of the way, I'd like to talk about the novel itself. This novel draws a lot of inspiration from the 1999 movie, Mystery Men. That movie is about three minor superheroes under the shadow of a bigger superhero, who have to step up (and to recruit other heroes) when that superhero falls. However any resemblance to Mystery Men ends there and this is a drama instead of comedy. This novel also sees parallels to certain events that has happen in real life, but this is meant as commentary on board ideas of those events only. Westgate City itself is a parallel of several major United States cities and meant as commentary, drawing heavily from NYC. I do not name the state Westgate City is located and you can use your imagination where exactly it is located. I personally would hate living in a big city.
I am a conservative and the commentary in this novel, is conservative. I have a diverse cast of characters, but only because I wanted to explore different characters and not because I believe in quotas. I wanted to write a sci-fi superhero novel from and for the right. If that offends you, then this novel is not for you. If you are a liberal/progressive and enjoy this novel, then that makes me happy too.
Also, the style of this novel might be unusual. And you might even be tempted to skip around a bit, please don't. It may seem disjointed, but that is done for a reason. Also, don't worry about some plot points brought up and seemingly forgotten. This is only first novel of a series. Just sit back and enjoy the ride as presented.
All characters and events in this novel, even those inspired by real people or events, are entirely fictional. I might have named characters after people I know, but any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
American Sentinel One-Shot
(1988/07/22)
The American Sentinel hung above the east coast city of Westgate City. With his advanced power armor suit, the American Sentinel can hang in the air forever. The American Sentinel painted his armor mainly blue with a red face, forearms, gloves, and everything below the knee. A single white star was painted on the back, because the American Sentinel didn't want a target on his chest.
The American Sentinel hovered there listening to the city as the night fell. It is a popular belief that when the city was founded, the settlers said it was "The gate to the west!" and thus the name stuck. American Sentinel could see and pinpoint each of the five sectors of the city. Each sector has an unofficial nickname that the Westgate City officials will not officially acknowledge for some reason or another.
One sector of Westgate City is that of White Sands, the tourist and cultural sector. One half the coastal edge of the city, White Sands is mostly beaches, resort hotels, and stage theaters. White Sands also runs along the southern edge of the city.
The industrial and shipping sector is called Hot Draconia. Taking up the northern half of Westgate City's coastal edge, Hot Draconia has fallen mostly to rust these days.
The financial sector is right smacked in the middle. Called Glass Towers for the huge solid glass buildings everywhere and the historical Glass Street that is the center of financial America.
There are two residential Westgate City sectors. Emerald Gardens (or just "Gardens") is where most of the rich and upper middle class live. The Gardens boarders Glass Towers and White Sands.
Leftover Hill (or just "Leftovers") is the poor, run down residential sector. Efforts to improve or renovate the sector has meet with resistance with howls of "gentrification" being thrown around.
Crime in Westgate City has mostly come to a standstill under American Sentinel. In the eight years since, American Sentinel has done what other heroes of the city have not done. The mob, the gangs, the thugs, and all won't sneeze for fear of the American Sentinel. However the two outright commie bastards flying toward American Sentinel fall outside the normal criminal scum. Each of these guys have various painted shades of red. The Soviet Union's hammer and sickle worn proudly on their chests. One carried a pair of sickles and the other a large hammer.
"Lightening Sickle. Gravity Hammer. Nice to see you two. I see Mother Russia has finally upgraded your power armors." said American Sentinel. "It still won't be enough."
"(We will see about that, you American Capitalist pig!)" said Lightening Sickle as he brought his two sickles together. A bolt of lightning leapt from where his sickles met and flew at American Sentinel. A series of lightning rods extended out of American Sentinel's left armored forearm. Instead of going out, the rods ran along the forearm. The lightening hit the rods and feed into American Sentinel's power source. American Sentinel's eyes started to rapidly glow.
"I told you it wouldn't be enough." American Sentinel's Force Eye Beams jumped out and hit Lightning Sickle square in the chest. With a scream, Lightening Sickle fell out of the sky and somewhere into the city.
"(You will pay for hurting my friend!)" said the deep-voice Gravity Hammer as he raised his two ton sledge hammer above his head. Gravity Hammer's power is used to create and alter gravity fields. However he could only create these fields no more further than his own arm length. For Gravity Hammer, that two ton sledge hammer weighed no more than two pounds as he lifts it. While bringing it down on American Sentinel's head however, Gravity Hammer increase the weight of the sledgehammer to four tons.
Just in the nick of time, American Sentinel dodged the sledgehammer. American Sentinel was then able to land a kick on the sledgehammer on the way down, almost tearing the arms off of Gravity Hammer and sending the Russian tumbling in mid-air. What American Sentinel didn't know, was that he had overloaded Gravity Hammer's accelerometer and his suit's AI could no longer figure out which way was up (tech note: a gyroscope couldn't work with Gravity Hammer, since a gyroscope uses gravity).
"(Mercy, American Sentinel! Help! Mercy!)" pleaded Gravity Hammer as he tumbled further. American Sentinel knew what was going on and decided to bring the large Russian down before he hurt anyone.
"Hold on, Comrade." said the American Sentinel sarcastically. American Sentinel timed his punch just right and sent his Sonic Punch square into Gravity Hammer's chest, shutting down the inferior armor and knocking out the man inside. The two ton sledgehammer went flying, but the Force Eye Beams from American Sentinel blasted it into harmless pieces. Gravity Hammer started tumbling out of control, but American Sentinel caught him before Gravity Hammer fell any further.
American Sentinel gently set Gravity Hammer down on the random White Sands theater roof where Lightening Sickle had landed. American Sentinel's AI scanned the two and reported that both would live.
Hawkfox Echo choose this time to land on the same roof and folded his wings behind his back. Since Hawkfox Echo's wings were such a huge target, he normally held back to help villains or heroes or civilians to the hospital as quickly as possible. As a former Navy fighter pilot and medic, he was perfect for the job. His jump suit had straps for carrying people and a triage/med kit belt.
"I am not going to be able to lift them." said Hawkfox Echo as he approach the unconscious Russians.
"Don't worry," responded American Sentinel. "I'll take care of them."
"Look, I need to talk to you." said Hawkfox Echo before American Sentinel could reach down and pick up Lightening Sickle. Hawkfox Echo scratched his dirty blond hair as he shifted from one foot to another. "I just talked to Smokeless Joe, who just survived a car accident. He- He had some interesting things to say about you. Told no one else, Smokeless Joe was unconscious by the time I got him to the hospital. I just need to know if what he said was true."
"Oh." said American Sentinel as he picked up one of Lightening Sickle's two sickles. Just as quickly as Hawkfox Echo realized what was going on, American Sentinel had buried sickle in Hawkfox Echo's chest. "I didn't kill you, old friend. Smokeless Joe killed you and he will pay, someday. Until then, I need Smokeless Joe alive for now." American Sentinel nodded to the two Russians. "In the meantime, Lightening Sickle and Gravity Hammer will face justice for your murder."
Hawkfox Echo fought American Sentinel, his wings beating the air fruitlessly and trying to remove the sickle from his chest until the life faded from his face. American Sentinel let Hawkfox Echo fall like a ragdoll after he let the man died.
"Your death will not be in vain." American Sentinel knelt down to close Hawkfox Echo's eyes and removed the sickle from man's chest. "I have made a deal to bring order to this city and that deal must be left intact. No longer can I call myself the American Sentinel, for after today I will be known as the Westgate Sentinel. Goodbye, old friend."
Chief Hiawatha #1
(2015/11/03)
James Hiawatha was busy wielding when his boss came up to him.
"Hey James, I just got a call from your mother. It would seem your father is dying."
"Can I-" said James Hiawatha getting choked up a little. He was expecting this, yet it still hit him like a ton of bricks.
"Yes, take the rest of the day off. In fact, take the rest of week off." said the foreman Rick. While they were boss and employee, they were good friends too and went to the same catholic church together. Rick knew this was coming too. "We can handle things from here in the shop."
James Hiawatha cleaned up as best he could and drove off to see his father, possibly for the last time. Their family had a falling out with the rest of the Mohawk Nation and moved out to settle in Westgate City shortly before World War II. When his great grandfather brought his sons here and changed their names to Hiawatha, in honor of the pre-colonial Native Indian leader and co-founder of the Iroquois Confederacy, when he got his citizenship. James Hiawatha was unclear on the nature of the conflict between his family and the Mohawks, and he had hoped to figure it out one day.
Now he hope to find some answers from his father before he dies. Maybe he can clear up any misunderstanding, because every time James Hiawatha has reach out to the Mohawk Nation, it has been meet with outright hostility.
As James Hiawatha pulled up, he could see the EMT and an ambulance waiting outside his house. James wonder what was going on as he entered his father's modest house to come face-to-face with his mother.
"Will you please talk to your father!" said Mary Hiawatha, tears running down her face. Teenage Sarah Hiawatha, James' sister, was sitting in the living room couch looking very sad as well. "He is refusing transport to the hospital and he keeps waving a Do Not Resuscitate form in their faces! Make him listen to reason!"
"When has father ever listen to reason?" said James Hiawatha with a sigh. "Alright, I will try. But I make you no promises."
The paramedics left the room of Jacob Hiawatha when James Hiawatha entered to see his dying father.
"You are a foolish man!" yelled the younger Hiawatha. At only twenty nine years old, he was too young to lose his father. There was so much yet to talk about. "Can you not think of anyone but yourself for once!"
"Oh! But I am, young one." said Jacob Hiawatha with a smile. "I am dying and there is nothing that can stop that right now. But come, I want you to tell you why."
"Why, what?!" asked James Hiawatha as he sat down next to his bedridden father. Jacob Hiawatha suddenly grabbed on tight to his son's arm and held fast to the younger Hiawatha. Jacob Hiawatha started chanting under his breathe.
"Father what are you saying-" James Hiawatha stop when he noticed a glow comin
g from his father's hand. "What is happening?"
James Hiawatha stood up and tried to pull his arm from his father's grip. But it was far too tight, too tight for a man weak and dying of cancer at fifty years old. Soon the glow overtook James Hiawatha and he felt power never before enter his body. Just before it was too much for James Hiawatha, the flow of power stop and Jacob Hiawatha stop chanting. The elder Hiawatha then took out a book from his covers and handed it to his son.
"I am too weak, my son, to give you instruction. Know that everything is in this journal." Jacob Hiawatha's breathing became more labored than it was before. "Also, only a pure blood member of the Iroquoian-speaking people can be given this power. (cough) But beware. Some would use this power for evil and that is why we fled. (cough) Take care my son, for you are now Chief Hiawatha!"
Engelhard #1
(1986/03/30)
Archangel Samael was crying. The Angel Of Death. Heavenly Justice. The Divine Judgment Of God. And he was crying.
The Archangel Samael was holding the unformed soul of the unborn child on the floor of the abortion clinic while in the Upper She'ol realm, the invisible realm of the human world. Upper She'ol is where the Angels and the Fallen alike come to watch the human world and to possibly influence them. It was just below the surface of the physical realm.
"Shush, little one." said Archangel Samael. He would sometimes take on female and male forms of different colors and sizes when he collected the most Righteous among the humans, but when he collected the unborn souls he was always in his true Angelic form. Gold with-in gold eyes, white wings, and perfect in every way. In full dress armor, the only thing out of place was his tears.
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