THE UNDEFEATED
The Matador was no stranger to Dredd. The Last time he was here he had left the Dark Zone as a greater rubble than it had been before, but now he had been called back. The cartels that wanted him dead were scattered to the wind, and he wasn't even returning to the same sector of the central cities as before. There had been a transmission within Nova City from a unregistered employer looking to have someone taken out. He had been informed to use the passcode. "Hubris."
He was headed for the southern district for the city. He had been instructed to arrive at a building referred to as the Broken Dive. Even as his ship's landing gear extended, he could tell that Nova city was far more prosperous than the other regions of the city. The Dark Zone was littered with falling apart concrete buildings and old dysfunctional technology from a bygones age, however the Nova District did not fair much better. The hangar bay he entered was incredible large, likely to house many ships. However this was not the case. It was entirely empty, as if abandoned may centuries ago. The silver finish of the bay had began to rust away, with a green erosion beginning to peel away the layers of metal to reveal copper and bronze piping and electronics aged beyond repair. The Matador resigned his two guards to waiting by the ship, he was even cynical enough to imagine that the landing pad might collapse, it seemed to have seen better days.
From high in the sky, the Nova district had appeared as quite notable more vibrant and busy with life than the other districts, however when on the ground it appeared to be as lacking of individuals just as he was lacking a sense of comfort. There was nothing, not a word or a sound for hundreds of yards. However, he began to hear the commotion of the common people, the peasantry as he drew close to a malfunctioning door. Beside that door was a skeleton in a eroding uniform, he assumed he might have been an engineer or perhaps an officer. The Matador inspected the door, it was a thick metal door, perhaps an emergency containment protocol had been enacted, he was curious. He bent down to a crouch, examining the lock. It appeared an explosion from the other side had caused the door to twist inward, and likely caused the death of the corpse that lay opposite it. The Matador extended his right hand, placing his palm on the inside of the lock and steadily pulled towards himself. The door was reluctant at first but began to move a moment later. He wondered why no one had tried to attend to this corpse, what level of disarray was this world in. Strangely it seemed that what little they had in the Dark Zoom had far more upkeep than the gross amount of equipment they had here. As the door opened, a strong gale immediately met him.
He was high up in the air, above endless neon lights and the sounds of people. His eyes had to adjust, taking a moment as the silhouettes of small land speeders and people moved around beneath him like ants. The Matador activated a small holo-pad he had attached to his belt, holding it in his hand, the city in the background. The Broken Dive wasn't far off, he had chosen the closest hangar bay and then the closest entrance to the area.
He placed the holo-pad back into a pouch on his belt, and propelled himself downward. He landed with a slight crunch of metal, a force barrier beneath his feet slowing his descent to all but silent. He examined his surroundings, his red scared armour made him stand out enough that people began to scatter. He made his way directly towards the building. A few corners turned, a left and a right and there it was. Just inside the entrance to a dark alleyway. One of the few buildings that seemed to have a sort of upkeep.
He to the entrance, seeing two men in what appeared to him as dirty Durasteel weave jackets, however were carrying military duty blasters. "Passcode?" One asked him, his neck straining slightly upward to look him in the eye. "Hubris." Replied the monotone muffled voice from within the confines of his helmet. The trooper in disguise stepped aside and allowed the Matador to hunch down and enter the doorway. Upon entering, he found himself surrounded by nothing but empty chairs. The room was dim lit, in a low purple hue escaping from circular lighting fixtures. He felt his fists twitch, his temples tense in a strange anxiety. He wasn't expecting such silence when the world outside was so busy. In the farthest corner of the room, was a women.
[member="Aria Vale"]
He was headed for the southern district for the city. He had been instructed to arrive at a building referred to as the Broken Dive. Even as his ship's landing gear extended, he could tell that Nova city was far more prosperous than the other regions of the city. The Dark Zone was littered with falling apart concrete buildings and old dysfunctional technology from a bygones age, however the Nova District did not fair much better. The hangar bay he entered was incredible large, likely to house many ships. However this was not the case. It was entirely empty, as if abandoned may centuries ago. The silver finish of the bay had began to rust away, with a green erosion beginning to peel away the layers of metal to reveal copper and bronze piping and electronics aged beyond repair. The Matador resigned his two guards to waiting by the ship, he was even cynical enough to imagine that the landing pad might collapse, it seemed to have seen better days.
From high in the sky, the Nova district had appeared as quite notable more vibrant and busy with life than the other districts, however when on the ground it appeared to be as lacking of individuals just as he was lacking a sense of comfort. There was nothing, not a word or a sound for hundreds of yards. However, he began to hear the commotion of the common people, the peasantry as he drew close to a malfunctioning door. Beside that door was a skeleton in a eroding uniform, he assumed he might have been an engineer or perhaps an officer. The Matador inspected the door, it was a thick metal door, perhaps an emergency containment protocol had been enacted, he was curious. He bent down to a crouch, examining the lock. It appeared an explosion from the other side had caused the door to twist inward, and likely caused the death of the corpse that lay opposite it. The Matador extended his right hand, placing his palm on the inside of the lock and steadily pulled towards himself. The door was reluctant at first but began to move a moment later. He wondered why no one had tried to attend to this corpse, what level of disarray was this world in. Strangely it seemed that what little they had in the Dark Zoom had far more upkeep than the gross amount of equipment they had here. As the door opened, a strong gale immediately met him.
He was high up in the air, above endless neon lights and the sounds of people. His eyes had to adjust, taking a moment as the silhouettes of small land speeders and people moved around beneath him like ants. The Matador activated a small holo-pad he had attached to his belt, holding it in his hand, the city in the background. The Broken Dive wasn't far off, he had chosen the closest hangar bay and then the closest entrance to the area.
He placed the holo-pad back into a pouch on his belt, and propelled himself downward. He landed with a slight crunch of metal, a force barrier beneath his feet slowing his descent to all but silent. He examined his surroundings, his red scared armour made him stand out enough that people began to scatter. He made his way directly towards the building. A few corners turned, a left and a right and there it was. Just inside the entrance to a dark alleyway. One of the few buildings that seemed to have a sort of upkeep.
He to the entrance, seeing two men in what appeared to him as dirty Durasteel weave jackets, however were carrying military duty blasters. "Passcode?" One asked him, his neck straining slightly upward to look him in the eye. "Hubris." Replied the monotone muffled voice from within the confines of his helmet. The trooper in disguise stepped aside and allowed the Matador to hunch down and enter the doorway. Upon entering, he found himself surrounded by nothing but empty chairs. The room was dim lit, in a low purple hue escaping from circular lighting fixtures. He felt his fists twitch, his temples tense in a strange anxiety. He wasn't expecting such silence when the world outside was so busy. In the farthest corner of the room, was a women.
[member="Aria Vale"]
