09-03-2013, 02:33 PM
The four Primes actually smiled a bit at Nyx’s question, despite themselves.
Bradley chuckled. “You really do get all sorts in the Omniverse. Having to prove ourselves never really crossed my mind.”
It was at that moment that a gunshot ran out through the air. It wasn’t in their immediate vicinity, but close. Dredd spun round. He pointed to four stormtroopers. “You, you, you, you. With me.”
King Bradley’s voice dropped. “It looks like,” he said his smile sinking into an expression of anger, “An opportunity has arisen to show what we’re personally capable of.”
Aragorn and Thrall simply watched.
The line of stormtroopers split as Dredd and his lackeys strode through. At the back was a stormtrooper clearly not theirs. For one, he was noticeably skinnier than all of the others, and green hair was poking out of his helmet.
“Hello sir!” said the soldier, doing a wavy salute as Dredd crossed the distance between them. His voice dropped into a mock military drawl. “Another faaahn day to serve this -”
Dredd leapt onto him, knocking off the Joker's helmet as he slammed him to the ground and pinned him with his body weight. The Joker protested, giggling, muffled due to the fact that his face was pressed against the floor. “Well, you’re a handsome man and all, but -”
“SHUT UP!” roared Dredd. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his jacket. “You’re lucky you’re a Prime, otherwise you’d be dead right now.” He cuffed the Joker’s hands together, then stepped off him. He motioned to the four stormtroopers he’d been with. “Take him back to the transports.”
“Aye aye, sir.”
There was a noticeable increase in the tension in the air now. Aragorn might have protested, but the man had killed a member of the Empire’s army. He’d have done the same.
Dredd stamped back to the fountain and snarled. “Anyone else want to see what we’re capable of?” He pulled out his gun, cocked it. “I got a lot of rounds.”
Bradley chuckled. “You really do get all sorts in the Omniverse. Having to prove ourselves never really crossed my mind.”
It was at that moment that a gunshot ran out through the air. It wasn’t in their immediate vicinity, but close. Dredd spun round. He pointed to four stormtroopers. “You, you, you, you. With me.”
King Bradley’s voice dropped. “It looks like,” he said his smile sinking into an expression of anger, “An opportunity has arisen to show what we’re personally capable of.”
Aragorn and Thrall simply watched.
The line of stormtroopers split as Dredd and his lackeys strode through. At the back was a stormtrooper clearly not theirs. For one, he was noticeably skinnier than all of the others, and green hair was poking out of his helmet.
“Hello sir!” said the soldier, doing a wavy salute as Dredd crossed the distance between them. His voice dropped into a mock military drawl. “Another faaahn day to serve this -”
Dredd leapt onto him, knocking off the Joker's helmet as he slammed him to the ground and pinned him with his body weight. The Joker protested, giggling, muffled due to the fact that his face was pressed against the floor. “Well, you’re a handsome man and all, but -”
“SHUT UP!” roared Dredd. He pulled a pair of handcuffs out of his jacket. “You’re lucky you’re a Prime, otherwise you’d be dead right now.” He cuffed the Joker’s hands together, then stepped off him. He motioned to the four stormtroopers he’d been with. “Take him back to the transports.”
“Aye aye, sir.”
There was a noticeable increase in the tension in the air now. Aragorn might have protested, but the man had killed a member of the Empire’s army. He’d have done the same.
Dredd stamped back to the fountain and snarled. “Anyone else want to see what we’re capable of?” He pulled out his gun, cocked it. “I got a lot of rounds.”
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