This is probably a bad idea. If anyone thinks that this is worth
continuing with, please tell me. If not, please tell me as well. I had
the idea some time ago, but haven't dealt with it.
None of these characters are mine, and the various organisations owning
them can sue me for all my debts.
Megatokyo Judgement- part 1
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He sped along the dark highway, listening to the carnage over the radio.
They're here! They're here!<<
English line, retreating method! IncendiaIIIIEEEERGH<<
They got Chief Jameson!<<
Independent targets, fire at-<<
Where are those damn PSIs-<<
The man was big for his age. He had a permanent scowl, and no
man alive had ever seen more than the helmet and chin. He swore, and
flipped the radio control.
"Control? Contact Anderson. Tell her to meet me at Tek 21."
It was two hours later. The vid-news crews had already
descended, ad the huge number of corpses were taken to Resyk. Those that
could be taken, anyway.
The Judge stood in the wreckage of Tek-21, looking grimly at the
consoles and Teks scrabbling through the Databases.
"Just tell me where they are. I need to know!"
"Um..." The Tek was sweating bullets as he checked the screens.
Then salvation.
"We got a fix! Tokyo, 2033. Exact coordinates...." The tek
rattled off a huge series of numbers that meant a grand total of nothing
to the Judge.
"Send me there."
"Going alone, Dredd?" This was Anderson. She was leaning against
the doorway, presentable as always, and goading Dredd again.
"You coming? The new suction traps we've got are more than
enough to deal with them now."
"Of course! I always like to meet old friends again."
<MegaTokyyo, 2033>
Leon was ready to lead his squad into the breach. But he didn't
expect to survive this one.
About a hundred ADP had been killed in the hour since they'd
arrived. And they didn't seem to be boomers. Genom had seen the enormous
danger in the fact that these things were shrugging off gunfire from
Gerlitches and Rocket launchers, and was sending in a battalion of
battle boomers. In fact, the USPD
was ready with a satellite weapon.
Leon sighed, and looked over at Daley, who seemed to be chanting
something. Probably the Rosary, but he couldn't be sure. These K-12's
sorta scrambled lip-reading.
Thirty K-12's were being dropped at once.
They didn't stand a chance.
*****
"They are jussst ass persisstent on thiss world ass theyy were
beffforre."
"Yesss, Mortisss. Let us have better luck hhhhere."
Leon and Daley had survived. They had ejected when one guy's
power cell had detonated, and the monsters had assumed that they were
dead. They were monsters. There wasn't any way these things could be
boomers. All they had to do was wait for the Knight Sabers. But, Leon
thought, there was nothing they could do either. Leon had watched as the
apparent leader- the grey-green thing with a portcullis over its eyes
had reached through a K-12's armour, and had just-killed the pilot. The
one with the unfeasibly large helmet had opened his visor, and, after
ripping the arms off a K-12, just looked at the pilot.
Leon would never forget his scream. It was horrendous. It was a
scream of pure terror.
The one with the horse's skull- well, he had seen a suit just
collapse after he touched it. That was not good. The pilot just came
apart when he touched him as well. Ane the flaming skeleton... K-12's
were meant to be fireproof. Tell that to the pilots inside the molten
slag that was all that was left. And a trident shouldn't get through a
K-12.
Leon then heard the sound he'd always thank God for every night.
"Knight Sabres- GO!"
The blue 'Sabre- Priss, dear Priss- ran in, firing a constant
stream of flechettes at the flaming one- to no effect. She ran past him,
still firing with her laser, while the green 'Saber took on the leader-
Death, reading his badge. After blowing the chest out with the Knuckle
Bomber, She flicked her head, carving it up with the ribbon cutters. It
screamed, once, and then something flew away, as the corpse collapsed.
The pink 'Sabre was trying to damage the one in the Stupid
Helmet. She was quickly disabled by a small gin trap thrown at her arms.
That was the cue for the grey 'Sabre to swoop down and behead
the monstrosity. This one, too, screamed and collapsed, while a
smoke-like form rose up and disappeared.
The other two ran off, the burning one laying down a flaming
barricade. Discretion was obviously the better part of valour for them.
Suddenly, there was a shimmering, which rapidly coalesced into
two more figures, dressed in a similar manner to the monstrosities they
had just fought. Immediately, the 'Sabres raised their weapons.
"Stop," said the male. "I'm Dredd, and this is Anderson. We've
come to save your lives."
End of part one.
Please don't kill me.
The Novocastrian Samurai:
Bushi, Kenshi,
Bishonen Sailor Senshi.
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"Come, muse, let us sing of rats."
"Kunou-baby, you're drunk."