Sorry.. no action in this bit. But have fun, kiddies! Any OOCisms are
included for reasons. And it should explain a bit for all of you who
don't know the foggiest about Dredd. And that includes you who have seen
the film.



Megatokyo Judgement- Part 2.
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	"So let me get this straight," said Leon. "You're from an
alternate timeline some ninety years in our future, and a couple
thousand miles away. And you've come in search of a group of criminals
who come from _another_ timeline." He looked at Daley. "Is a new film of
some sort being shot without our knowledge?"
	The ADP van rumbled along the streets at speed. They were
heading for HQ. Priss broke the silence.
	"Sounds like a load of crap to me too," said Priss. 
	"Believe it if you like. I just require all your aid and
cooperation in apprehending these bastards."
	"So, Dredd. How much can you tell us about them?"
	"Right. They are Judges from another dimension- one we call
Deadworld. In their reality, Judge Death was a psycho to start with,
proclaiming that all life was a crime. He only became dangerous when he
found two more kooks called the Sisters of Death. They were Psis, and
they constructed an elaborate ritual which meant that he is now
immortal."
	"Hey! We killed those two-" Linna pointed to the corpses in the
van- "And you say they're immortal?"
	Dredd shook his head. "You didn't kill them. You just destroyed
their physical forms. They're out there now, looking for new bodies.
We've had enough trouble with these two already- we don't want them to
get away again. But as I was saying, he then killed the Chief Judge of
his city. He then took over, and then the Justice Departments of all of
his world, with the help of the Sisters. Then he made all life a crime.
Where there is no life, there is no crime." Dredd paused for a second.
"He sent out all the Judges to enforce the new laws, and then he judged
his own Judges. The other three are- were- his most trusted Lieutenants.
Fear, Fire and Mortis. A few years after that, they made their first
raid on our dimension. Only a couple of hundred died then. The second
time, after Death escaped, a couple of thousand died. The third time, it
was several thousand. Then there was Necropolis."
	All the others were silent; Anderson, who was sitting quietly,
not contributing to the story, seemed slightly tearful. All watched
Dredd.
	"Necropolis was the first- and the last, we pray to Grud- that
the Sisters came to Mega City One. They took control of the Justice
Department." He looked up again. "The death toll over the six weeks
prior to their defeat, while they controlled everyone's minds there,
topped sixty million."
	A deathly silence spread over the van. No one wanted to think
about what might happen. Particularly if some boomers decided to go loco
as well. 
	Anderson piped up. "So, who are you guys?"
	The Knight Sabers somehow had the ability to look embarassed
with out showing their faces. Eventually Sylia spoke. "Oh, screw it.
Knight Sabers- take your helmets off. But first- Daley, Leon, Dredd,
Anderson- you cannot reveal our faces or  names under ANY
circumstances."
	"Hey! What about rule eleven?"
	"We need all the help we gan get for this, and if we're on
first-name terms, it'll be easier. And we may all be dead in a couple of
weeks. As I said, screw it." With that, she took her helmet off, and the
others followed suit.
	"I thought that was you, Priss..." Leon gaped in disbelief.
"NANI? NENE? You?"
	"Aww... I knew this was a bad idea." Nene squirmed with
embarrasment. 
	After general introductions, Anderson filled in gaps Dredd had
left.
	"I'm here because I'm a Psi. I'll need to liase with your
Psi-division..." She trailed off as she saw Leon shaking his head. "No
Psis?"
	"No Psis."
	"I'll do the best I can. Be warned that they can shield
themselves to a degree. I can track them, and give some protection
against their Psychic attacks. But we'll still need massive backup.
Dredd, have you got the kit?"
	"Yeah." Dredd went over to the Lawmaster, and opened the cargo
section. "Here. Boing. Two cannisters each. Immobilises them, and
somehow- we don't know how- prevents them from using their Psi. Doesn't
work on Fire. Suction Traps. One each. Can hold one discarnate soul."
	He sat back down, while they all looked over their kit. "Fire is
the most dangerous. He's the only one who has any kind of ranged attack,
and when we dropped a concrete walkway on him, it only slowed him down
for a while." Leon and Daley started an earnest conversation with Dredd
and Anderson. Leon was flirting with Anderson, inbetween getting an idea
of a Judges' life. Linna started to chat to Anderson about hair, good
makeup brands and boys, but that last topic was abruptly cut off, as
Anderson shot her a glare.
	"Sylia?"
	"Hmm? Yes, Priss?"
	"Why the hell did you let us take our helmets off? Here?"
	"For all the reasons I said. And the fact that my air
conditioner in this is fucked."
	Meanwhile, Anderson suddenly leapt for Nene. "NO! Don't do..."
	There was a sudden hissing, and a rubbery noise. 
	"That." Finished Anderson.
	"Gomen! Gomen!"
	"Dredd?"
	"Yes, Leon?"
	"How do we get out of this stuff?"
	"There are cutters in my bike in case of accidents."
	"Your bike is in this mess as well."
	"Thanks for pointing that out, Sylia. Can you modulate the
frequency on your laser?"
	"Yes..."
*****
	Elsewhere, the Dark judges were busy at the local morgue. Mortis
and Fear had found suitable bodies, and were preparing to move in. "Let
the Dead Fluiddddssss flow. Let corruption increassssse. Let the body
attain full ripeness..." Death continued the chant as his brothers
entered the new bodies. Fear's head twisted and morphed, as did Mortis'.
Both heads turned into what had been before. 
	"Clothhhhesssss..."
	"I have ffffound whhhat I can."
	Mortis and fear, grumbling somewhat, pulled on the biker
leathers that they had found. Boots, shoulderpads, cloak... substitutes
were all found  for the Dark ones. 
	"Whhhhere can we fffffffind one of sssssssssssuitable talent?"
	"I believvvve in that tower yonder."
*****
	Dredd, Anderson, The Knight Sabers (Helmets on again), Daley and
Leon were free. Syli had managed to get them all loose enough to get out
before the van stopped. Nene was nervous about what might happen to her
at any point after that. She kept hearing muttered phrases like
"Menace", "Twit" and "Danger to society" coupled with little glances at
her. 
	"What's our next move?"
	"I know."
	Anderson had said this. She was pale as a ghost.
	"What is it?"
	"Did you know that GENOM has Psis?"
	"No, but it doesn't surprise me." This was from Sylia.
	"I think they're going to try a psychic bridge."

End of Part 2

The Novocastrian Samurai:
            Bushi, Kenshi,
            Bishonen Sailor Senshi.
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"Come, muse, let us sing of rats."
"Kunou-baby, you're drunk."