Author's Note and Summary: Welcome dear reader to my crossover fic. I honestly didn't think I would ever write one of these, until my room mate forced me to watch this anime named Familiar of Zero. And I hated it. I found most of the characters to be incredibly annoying and poorly written. But, just like Evanescence (don't ask), I couldn't seem to get the damn thing out of my head. Then, after watching Dredd for the millionth time it hit me. What if Louise summoned a Judge? How hilarious would that be? So, with that in mind I started writing... (Also, final note, Judges' uniforms look like the ones from Dredd. It's heresy, I know, but I like the look better. Also the Lawmaster looks like this: art/Lawmaster-413068034 ) I own nothing, so please don't sue.

The Dark Judges are back. I haven't slept in over thirty six hours. No Judge in the city has. We have to stop these creeps from succeeding in whatever genocidal scheme they've got cooked up because the last time they won they turned the entire damn city into a charnel house. We still don't know the actual body count from the Necropolis Incident, probably never will. Suddenly my comm squawks.

"All Judges this is Control. Dark Judges have been sighted in front of Yamaguchi Block. Repeat Dark Judges sighted at Yamaguchi Block. All units converge on this location." Yamaguchi Block. I was only five miles away. I gunned the engine, my Lawmaster roaring loud enough to wake the dead. As I approached Yamaguchi Block Judge Lassiter pulled up alongside me.

"Hey Creep, speeding'll getcha up to three years in an Iso-Cube" she calls out, a giant grin on her face. I answer with a grin of my own. Most of us Judges defaulted to stern glowers when in the field. The common consensus was that the Law was no laughing matter and looking constantly pissed would help intimidate creeps. Lassiter didn't subscribe to that theory. She did everything with a giant grin. And it worked too. Nobody had any idea how to deal with a Judge who seemed positively delighted to see them. Lassiter was a lot of fun.

"Got any food? I can't remember the last time I ate." I asked her. Hopefully she would have a spare ration bar.

"Nope, I was eating my last bar when I got the call. Had to toss it."

"Drokk!" Ration Bars were about as appetizing as freeze dried concrete but they had everything you needed to keep functioning. Full day's allotment of protein, vitamins and minerals. Maybe I could bum one from one of the other Judges. Yamaguchi Block came into view. A small army of Judges waited in front of the massive structure. Judge Urban waved us over.

"What's the situation sir?" Lassiter asked .

"The four Dark Judges walked in seven minutes ago. We've got no idea what they're doing. This could just be a killing spree or they could be after something specific. We're going in in three minutes. Sweep the block top to bottom. Remember, if you see a Dark Judge call in! We've already lost a hundred and twenty Judges to these bastards. You have your Boing grenades?" We both nodded. Ever since Judge Anderson first trapped Judge Death with the clear rubbery plastic stuff it had become part of our standard anti Dark Judge load out.

"Sir, do you have a spare Ration Bar? I'm out." Judge Urban nodded and tossed me one.

"Eat it later. We're moving out." I nodded and slipped it into an empty pouch. We all drew our Lawgivers, paired up, and advanced on the atrium. I wasn't particularly surprised to find the atrium full of bodies. Massive casualties were to be expected. A few meters away one of the newer Judges threw up.

"Get you stomm together rookie." The Judge next to him growled. We began clearing the block. Finally Lassiter and I heard screaming on the fifty seventh floor. The source was Judge Fear. Or rather, the civilians he was killing. Lassiter and I opened fire. The rounds from our lawgivers punched through him. At least, I'm pretty sure Fear is a him. The emaciated phobia-phile turned, his grated mask swinging open.

"Gaaazze into the face of Feeeaaarrr!" He snarled. I was prepared for this. I had already gone through this routine once and wound up in a coma for a week. That wasn't going to be an option this time. As the mind numbing, heart stopping terror began to creep over me I held down the trigger and Fear screeched in... well, I guess it was pain, it might have been frustration. The best news was I managed to wing his Dimension Jump. At least he would have a harder time escaping. Judge Fear ducked around a corner, so I called it in and checked on Lassiter. Next to me Lassiter had collapsed against the wall and started whimpering. I was impressed. This was a pretty good reaction to catching a face full of Fear's ugly mug. I knelt down and barked,

"Lassiter!" She jumped and tilted her head towards me.

"On your feet Lassiter!" I bellowed, doing my best drill sergeant impression. She jumped up, snapping to attention on reflex. I smirked.

"I could get used to you saluting me." She relaxed and looked around, then groaned and punched me in the arm.

"Not a chance in hell. Come on, let's go light that drokker on fire." She joked, a light quaver in her voice. Yeah, she'd be fine.

"I nailed his dimension jump and he took off in this direction." We took off after Fear, following the trail of bodies. It lead towards the balcony over looking the atrium. Suddenly a loud thump echoed up to us. Looking over the balcony I saw Fear's spirit form invade a corpse lying next to the remains of his previous meat suit. Standing up, the newly reborn Judge Fear started struggling into his vestments of office. Lassiter and I sprinted for the elevator. If we hurried we could catch him with his pants down. Literally...I really didn't want that image in my head. We reached the elevator and punched the ground floor button. The ride seemed to take forever. As the doors opened I raised my Lawgiver and rushed out into the atrium, just in time to see Judge Fear exit through the front doors. I bolted after him, Lassiter right on my heels yelling into her comm.

"Judge Lassiter to Control. Judge Fear is making a break for it at Yamaguchi Block. Judge Wolfram and I are in pursuit." As we exited the superstructure we saw Judge Fear snap a civilian's neck with one of his man traps and steal his bike. The Dark Judge peeled out, his cape streaming majestically behind him. Lassiter and I jumped onto our Lawmaster and took off after him, along with three other Judges and a Manta Tank. Judge Fear was weaving through traffic like a madman... which I guess he was. We turned on our sirens. They wouldn't stop the Dark Judge, but if the civilians got out of the way the Manta could light the bastard up with its main cannon. No such luck. I gunned my bike and slipped between two cars, trying to catch up with the fleeing Judge. My fellow Judges were trying every trick in the book to close the gap. All we needed was a clear line of fire and we could shoot out Fear's tires with our Lawmaster's cannons. Swerving around a minivan I saw my opening. There was a line of large trucks, with enough space between them for my bike to fit. I hit the boost and held on as my bike accelerated from forty miles per hour to about ninety in the space of two seconds. For a moment I wished tires were still made of rubber instead of a more durable semi-rigid polymer. That way I could leave a trail of molten rubber and flames. What? I may be an unyielding bastion of order in the face of the bed of anarchy that was Mega City One, but Judges are allowed to have whimsical dreams too. But I digress. As my world turned to barely recognizable streaks of color and the roar of the wind I struggled to keep track of Judge Fear. There! He was dodging into the lane adjacent to mine, a couple of rounds from a Lawgiver zipping past his helmet. Thank god for adrenaline. I just want to say that right now. I shouldn't have even been awake at this point, which probably explains why I did what I did next. Instead of doing the rational thing and pulling up alongside the Dark Judge to put a few rounds into his tires with the Widowmaker 2000 holstered on the side of my bike, I swung in just behind Fear and let loose with my bike cannons. To be clear, these are two .50 caliber machine guns mounted on either side of the front wheel. The do a lot of damage. And I used these two cannons on a target approximately twenty meters in front of me. Needless to say, the carnage was spectacular. So here I am, standing on the brakes barreling towards a cartwheeling flaming motorcycle wreck, Fear is on fire and screaming, cars are swerving, trying to get out of the way, and I just know that if I survive this little incident, Dredd himself will kill me for endangering civilian lives. I don't think things can get any worse. So, naturally, they do. Do you remember Judge Fear's dimension jumper? The one I clipped earlier? Apparently all it needed was some percussive maintenance, because the damn thing activates. A glowing green portal appears, swallowing Judge Fear, the giant flaming fragmentation grenade that was his motorcycle, and myself. Wonderful. I hope inter-dimensional kidnappings don't count as dereliction of duty. I find myself driving...drifting...flying? Whatever, I currently surrounded by a green tinged void.

"My servant that exists somewhere in this vast universe..." and young girl's voice echoes through the green tinged void I find myself occupying. Great, now I'm hearing things.

"...my divine, beautiful, wise, powerful servant, heed my call..." the girl's voice continues to echo through wherever the hell I am. It sounds like some kind of incantation, like in one of those crazy cults we occasionally have to stamp out. I don't like where this is going.

"...I wish from the very bottom of my heart and add to my guidance and appear!" There's a flash and a roar. Oh goody, I appear to be exploding. Drokk me, this day sucks.