Disclaimer: I do not own Dredd or Star Trek.

Chapter Two

The sight that meets them isn't a pretty one.

The ground is littered with the bodies of dead civilians, paramedics which had responded to scene lay slaughter alongside those they had tried to save. Judge Sulu slowly makes his way around the bodies, as he tries to find a suitable place to survey the upper floors from.

Judge Uhura stares at the scene before her, before clicking on her comm and requesting more backup. Spent bullet shells cover the ground between the bodies, who ever had done this had access to multiple weapons. This wasn't the work of a simple gang. This wasn't gang violence, or people simply caught in the crossfire this was a massacre.

Judge Dredd walks forward and kneels beside one of the bodies, pulling off one of his gloves he wipes some of the blood of the floor, it was fresh. This had taken place no less than half an hour ago, if Judge Kirk and the rookie had been here when the firing started, they most definitely would have been targeted above the civilians.

"Who sent the request?" Judge Dredd asks, as he gets to his feet and puts his glove back on.

"The request was sent from Judge Kirk's comm," Judge Sulu answers. "But the message its self was unclear. All headquarters could get from the message was a request for backup."

Judge Uhura nodes her agreement, "There was a lot of interference and static, making it unclear who was actually making the request. There is a chance it could have been the rookie, as the signal was lost from his comm just under half an hour ago.

"If the rookie had lost their comm, Judge Kirk would most likely have given them his and told them to make the request," Judge Sulu agrees. "Whilst he provided some cover."

"Or the rookie is dead." Judge Dredd adds, as he scans the bodies around them. "A rookie new to the field wouldn't have the experience to deal with this."

"Such little faith," A voice to their left comments.

All three turn, weapons at the ready.

Standing before them was Judge Kirk, his weapon in hand, helmet cracked and uniform worse for wear. Beside his stood the rookie, also in a similar state, gripping their weapon tightly.

"There are civilians trapped on the upper floors," Judge Kirk continues before any of them can answer. "The stairwell on floor thirty-seven has collapsed and lifts have malfunctioned."

"What happened here?" Judge Uhura questions.

"We were on the forty-ninth floor when this happened," Kirk waves his hand towards the bodies. "Whoever organised it, knew what they were doing. Chekov's comm was deactivate by some sort of signal and mine was affected by heavy interference. We intercepted the shooters on the thirty-sixth floor, we killed some, but it is unclear as to whether we killed them all, as we don't know how many there were to start with."

)o(

Hey, I hope you enjoyed this chapter. Until next time,

Blessed be,

TreeOfLife1997.