SSgt Goodrich
"SPIRIT"
An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.
Goodrich was no stranger to horror, he had trekked through the sands of Africa and held dying children in his arms. Yet, there was something truly heart-wrenching about seeing the Hero's base burning on the news.
It broke the old man's heart.
He could comprehend the fighting in Africa. It was a dog eat dog world, and sadly, it always will be. The hostilities formed there were a direct effect of this cause, and it was understandable. Here, in Astra City, there is enough. There is food for everyone. There is jobs for those willing to work for them. Yet, here, in the steel jungle of Astra City, he found violence just like the violence in the jungles of the Kongo. Or the sand dunes of Egypt.
It disgusted the old man.
To see that same violence here was unbearable. He had to do something. He had to fight back. He had to remove the evil that shifted around the streets of Astra City. He had to don the armor.
And he did.
For the old veteran, he now trekked just as he did in Africa, around the narrow streets of a different kind of jungle. His weapons holstered, yet unbuttoned and at the ready.
Goodrich was no stranger to horror, he had trekked through the sands of Africa and held dying children in his arms. Yet, there was something truly heart-wrenching about seeing the Hero's base burning on the news.
It broke the old man's heart.
He could comprehend the fighting in Africa. It was a dog eat dog world, and sadly, it always will be. The hostilities formed there were a direct effect of this cause, and it was understandable. Here, in Astra City, there is enough. There is food for everyone. There is jobs for those willing to work for them. Yet, here, in the steel jungle of Astra City, he found violence just like the violence in the jungles of the Kongo. Or the sand dunes of Egypt.
It disgusted the old man.
To see that same violence here was unbearable. He had to do something. He had to fight back. He had to remove the evil that shifted around the streets of Astra City. He had to don the armor.
And he did.
For the old veteran, he now trekked just as he did in Africa, around the narrow streets of a different kind of jungle. His weapons holstered, yet unbuttoned and at the ready.