I'm sorry that this is taking so long. There's only a couple to go.

Extract from the journal of Sylia Stingray:
(NOTE: this is transcribed. Her handwriting, was not her normal elegant 
script; a sign of her mental state.)

It is a week since the Dark Judges arrived. 

Frankly, I am at a loss as to what to do. It seems that Genom has 
developed some sort of nanotech that enables Psionic function- probably 
some offshoot of my Father's work. 
They established a Psychic bridge, which is just what Dredd and Anderson 
feared. 
Now that the Sisters of Death are here, the Dark Judges have posessed 
the police. 
The city is under 18-hour curfew, and anyone caught on the street is 
subject to execution.
I have assembled a team of boomers which are helping us fight.
Nene is unconsolable, due to the fact that we daily have to fight- and 
kill- members of the Police. 
Every day, the ADP raids another area, demanding that the people 'come 
out and be Judged'.
All crimes are punishable by death.
The temperature is a constant -2 degrees, and the sky is continually 
dark.
For the first time in my life, I believe that I am in a hopeless 
situation.

Megatokyo Judgement- part 3.

The overcast sky betrayed nothing, but continued to demoralise the 
people. In the Lady's 633 building,
a sullen group sat, debating what to do next.
"We should strike at the Tower."
This came from Leon, who looked haggard. So did Daley. For the past six 
days, since the Dark Judges had installed their method of justice, 
ruling from their Grand Hall of Justice (AKA the Genom Tower)
ADP had become the enemy. Due to Anderson's presence, none of the group 
had been affected.

"Out of the question, Leon." Sylia sat up. "The tower is too heavily 
guarded. Even with everything we've got, we wouldn't be able to crack 
the place."

"It's the only option. We have to break the Psychic bridge. And that 
means killing the Psis they've got."
This was Dredd. He was unfazed by the situation. He'd been in worse.  
And he was the only one who was happy fighting alongside boomers.

All of them were looking bad, save him. Each were showing signs of 
extreme stress.

Nene had become a nervous wreck in the past couple of days, Priss was 
smoking sixty a day, 
Linna was drinking, Sylia was developing nervous tics, Nene seemed to be 
going slightly psychotic Mackie was despondent, Leon and Daley were not 
themselves, and looked a mess.

"What about the Motorlauncher?"

This was a surprise to Sylia. "But I said we weren't going to... 
Mackie!"

"Couldn't resist it."

"We'd need backup..."

"I can provide it. " Dredd looked up. "I'll need someone to come back 
with me, preferably a hardsuited someone."

"I'll go." It was Priss, who was stubbing out her cigarette. "It's not 
as if I'm doing much."

"Fair enough." Anderson unclipped her D-jump, and tossed it to Priss. 
Priss clipped it on, and looked at Dredd.

"So when do we go?"

"Now." Dredd pressed a button on her belt, and then on his. There was a 
brief smell of ozone, and both vanished. There was a bang as the air 
rushed to fill the displaced space in the room.

"Mackie. Do you have any other surprises?"

"Well, I built a new weapon for the Heavy Motorslave..."

Suddenly there was a crash from below "ADP! Come out and be Judged!"

"We need to get out of here- FAST!"

>From the lower levels there was screams and gunfire. More dead. 

Sylia sprinted up the stairs to the flight bay. "Get up here quickly! 
The Knightwing will bw ready in a minute!"

"I'll hold them." This was Mackie. He was in his heavy Motorslave, and 
wielding the rifle one-handed. In his other hand... well, it was an axe. 
A massive axe. It had the same edge as the laser swords that Sylia's 
suit had, but much, much bigger. Then he went down the stairs. Slowly.

The others piled into the Knightwing, ahd just as it was taking off, 
there was a huge explosion. Nene stormed into the cockpit. "We've gotta 
pick up Mackie!"

"I know. That's what I'm doing now."

The Knightwing swooped down, and grabbed the wrecked Heavy Motorslave. 

 Brought into the cargo bay, it was  almost unrecognisable.

Nene popped the hatch.

***

"Sylia?" Anderson came through to the cockpit.

"We're nearly at Raven's garage... what is it?" Sylia had seen 
Anderson's face. 

"It's Mackie... I think you ought to see him. Now."

"What's wrong?"

Anderson looked away.

Sylia leapt out of the seat with the Knightwing on autopilot, and looked 
for a certain unit her father had built. She could, now that she was 
listening, hear Nene sobbing. She only hoped that she wasn't too late.

End part 3.      

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