SASTRA

     
      Chris Hestler, a man who lived his life with love and caring for his family. He was a CEO of his own company, Global Horizon Inc.  Chris was also a man who had it all: money, fame, adoration. There was nothing in his mind that could change the way he felt about himself; until one day, on the highway, a semi-truck spun out of control and hit him head on. This was the end of Chris Hestler and the beginning of Sastra.

      All he could see was a blinding white light and a circular window in front of him. He heard the words,"specimen S-45TR4 had matured to training quality. Stand clear, breaching pod, stand clear." The voice repeated itself at least three times before the wall in front of him blew outward. As he fell towards the ground outside he came to a horrifying realization, he could not remember his name. Although, he remembered his life, the one that was once his. He hit the ground hard, his mind whirling and hurting, he lost his senses as he landed next to the front of his pod's door. He saw the code S-45TR4 printed on the side but in his daze he saw the name Sastra (Sah-stra).

       Sastra took hold of that name and held onto it as though it were his own beating heart. As Sastra stood up he saw a titanic containment facility filled with pods and conveyor belts. He saw all the pods light up with flickering lights as the doors shot outward from each pod. Into each one he saw hideous Crystalline figures emerge, slothfully dragging their bodies out in confusion and fright. Sastra was frightened and tried to run but the floor beneath him started to move; he was moving down the conveyor belt with all the other creatures towards a machine with small robotic arms that were attaching armor pieces to each individual. It was at this moment that Sastra looked at himself, he saw that his muscle structure was perfectly conditioned and that his skin was that of a sapphire shaded diamond texture. He went to feel his hair but only found slick sharp horns that curved around his head.

      As Sastra cried in horror he was moved into the machine where heavy, thick plates of Kevlar and padding were attached to his jumpsuit. As Sastra was pushed out of the dresser he saw human scientists on the ground floor.  They looked into his dark blue eyes with a horror which he couldn't understand. They ran towards the overseeing control room as Sastra proceeded with bestial agility and tremendous speed. The scientists locked the door and sounded the alarm as Sastra ran right through the door and roared,"Where am I?! Who are you and what happened to me?!" The scientists wouldn't answer and just covered their heads in fear. Sastra looked into the reflection in the glass, he saw his face covered in thin crystals of flexible skin; his eyes turned bright red as he turned to the scientists and screamed,"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!?!?". Sastra attacked in a flurry of intense anger and tore the scientists apart, the entire control room was destroyed and covered in blood.

      Sastra knew nothing of what was happening and busted through the door behind him; there he saw two armed guards armed with combat shotguns. Sastra thought that he just ran past one of the guards, knocking him down but instead, as he looked back, his diamond scales cut into him deep and the blood ran across the wall. Sastra was panicking and running as fast as he could towards every door and every exit sign before he found himself in a room that closed him in. He ran straight into a prisoner transport chamber, the gas started to flow inside the room. He felt exhausted and fell but kept hanging onto consciousness; Sastra saw the walls pull up into the sky as he found himself on a platform surrounded by soldiers. The man that walked close to him, decorated in many service badges, was the general in charge. He shrugged and said, "I guess this program can develop a decent weapon for once.   It's too bad ya just had to cause a load of trouble for the egg-heads." Sastra replied slowly,"What...am...I?". The generals eyes widened as he laughed,"You are a biological weapon designed to replace our countries dependency on masked people who claim to be super heroes. Luckily for me though, you're going to be the cheapest, most accurate, most controlled power that our sweet government will have the pleasure to call the defenders of the stars and stripes." The general flaunted his control and plans over Sastra with an eager enthusiasm.

      Sastra looked the general in the eye and said, "I am....no...weapon! I am...Sastra!", Sastra leaped from his down position towards the general and gouged out his eye and rammed the shard-like claws through the right lower side of his torso. The soldiers all around him immediately opened fire, shelling out thousands of rounds every second; although, the bullets hit Sastras skin and fell to the ground without even leaving a scratch. Sastra, leaving the general in a pool of his own blood, climbed up the large solid cement wall and found himself in a deep canyon. He ran at tremendous speeds away from the military base, curving around each stone wall and over each boulder until he found a cave outside a city of bright lights. It was here where he decided to think of all that had happened in such a short period of time; his family, job, and life were all gone now, but he felt that if he was able to find out who he was then he would be certain that everything would go back to normal...hopefully.

Sastra (Sah-stra) abilities include: Bestial instinct, Bestial super speed, Tracking via scent, Infrared Vision, Super Strength (Medium-High), Razor Body (cuts and tears most of anything), Invulnerability (high), Razor Talons on Hands and Feet (allows super-lethal strikes and wall climbing), Camo (scales can adapt to the color of enviroment, making him invisible without leaving his background color.), Programmed Military Training and Strategies (knowledge of vital points, strategic warfare, using enviroment to advantage, and knowledge of all military weaponry, codes, communication channels, and orders).