02-24-2016, 11:15 PM
A low growl.
Yes, naturally this tended to be Dredd's default response to most things, but watching the Prime plummet from the hijacked vehicle particularly got on the Judge's nerves. Did people really think this kind of maneuver was uncommon or unexpected? No...no it would take much more than that to shake off the Law.
Dredd tracked the Prime's heat signature as it wove and climbed its way through a dense web of derelict machinery. Despite the many oil and trash fires that burned openly on Tier 7, it was actually quite cold down here. It made things easy when it came to finding Jacket tucked away inside the hulk of an ancient urban recycling factory.
"Pursuit. Arm heat-seekers." Dredd grumbled. In response, his EPD swoop let out a quick whir-clunk as a small missile rack folded out from the chassis. Dialing in on the giant orange and red blob that gave away the cock-headed Prime's location, Dredd jabbed the firing lock on his console. There came an immense bang as the warhead sprang forth, its tracking hardwarw buzzing eargerly as it homed in on Jacket's location.
Just as Jacket was thinking of moving on, he peeked his head around the corner of the grist shaft he was occupying to see a fiery streak headed straight for him.
"Oh sonnuva-" was all he managed before being blown clear from the confines of his hiding spot. On the way to the street far below, Jacket slammed into a wide span of redundant metal netting before finally flopping onto the cold asphalt. The masked vigilante let out a warbling groan as he lurched to his feet. By that point, Dredd had landed the swoop just a few feet away, a high-tech machine pistol trained directly on Jacket's torso....
Yes, naturally this tended to be Dredd's default response to most things, but watching the Prime plummet from the hijacked vehicle particularly got on the Judge's nerves. Did people really think this kind of maneuver was uncommon or unexpected? No...no it would take much more than that to shake off the Law.
Dredd tracked the Prime's heat signature as it wove and climbed its way through a dense web of derelict machinery. Despite the many oil and trash fires that burned openly on Tier 7, it was actually quite cold down here. It made things easy when it came to finding Jacket tucked away inside the hulk of an ancient urban recycling factory.
"Pursuit. Arm heat-seekers." Dredd grumbled. In response, his EPD swoop let out a quick whir-clunk as a small missile rack folded out from the chassis. Dialing in on the giant orange and red blob that gave away the cock-headed Prime's location, Dredd jabbed the firing lock on his console. There came an immense bang as the warhead sprang forth, its tracking hardwarw buzzing eargerly as it homed in on Jacket's location.
Just as Jacket was thinking of moving on, he peeked his head around the corner of the grist shaft he was occupying to see a fiery streak headed straight for him.
"Oh sonnuva-" was all he managed before being blown clear from the confines of his hiding spot. On the way to the street far below, Jacket slammed into a wide span of redundant metal netting before finally flopping onto the cold asphalt. The masked vigilante let out a warbling groan as he lurched to his feet. By that point, Dredd had landed the swoop just a few feet away, a high-tech machine pistol trained directly on Jacket's torso....