[b]Sin[/b]

The North-West Hab Zone, containing sectors 301-305, a small isolated land island located in Southern Ontario, surrounded by wasteland, and only accessible through the megway connecting to Megnorth. An immaterial existence, this land mass was nearly forgotten by all of Mega City One and it’s occupants. Even the Judges stationed here were misfits, Judges that couldn't cut it in the “real” world, and was instead stationed to babysit. Or so it seemed. They say the squeaky wheel gets the grease, but it’s really the quiet ones that required the most amount of attention. Turf war raged on even here, though maybe not on such large scales as the rest of the city. Clans and gangs clambered over each other to claim the most notorious, or the most bloodthirsty, cruel, or all those things. Power meant survival, and when you’re surrounded by wasteland and a bridge, there are less places to hide for the weak. 

Sin grew up in The Pit, or sector 301 to the more politically correct, and he’d seen and done things even his twisted mind was not proud of. Sin was not his birth name, what parents in their right mind would give their child such a name? But Sin was what he’d become, after all crime rates were high in The Pit, and Sin was a much more sinister sounding name than Simon. Sin left home at a young age, none of that sappy orphan bullshit, he was simply tired of living like a rat, his parents hiding in their little block, never causing problems, never rising above dirt. He started small, hiding in the shadows, just watching and learning. He stole to feed himself, but he was never greedy or stupid and only took what he needed. He’d also built up a network slowly through other street rats, until slowly he’d built himself a small clan of kids just like him; kids filled with anger but are too small or smart to do anything stupid. 

Brains do make up for a lot of things in the human world, and before long Sin had managed to carve out a little spot for himself in the less chaotic sectors of the Hab Zone. He was his own little clan leader, his friends and associates dabbled mostly in espionage and information dealing for the other, more hot headed and muscle heavy gangs. This gave them access to wealth previously unimaginable to Sin and his gang, but instead of flashy cars and fancy leather jackets with their “gang sign” plastered across the back, Sin simply took the money and expanded, almost too rapidly, through all the sectors on his little island, until there was no block where he could not see. Such irony, Sin was everywhere.

That’s when he met her, a hard woman, one that moved with grace and incredible intelligence. She was one of the street judges stationed here in North-West Hab Zone. Rumour has it only the “underperforming” Judges were sent here, but that’s not entirely true. Judges that were under suspicion were also sent here, to be watched over by none other than Dredd himself. They were not underperforming, if anything most of them were incredibly cunning. This was why Sin never named his clan, when you're nameless, you're less of a threat. 

Sin ruled in the shadows of North-West Hab Zone for years, now his networks were like spider webs across this tiny piece of oasis surrounded by radiation, and no one could come into any of his five sectors without him knowing. He wanted to expand, into Megnorth, into all of Mega City One, but he needed muscle, and lots of it. He then did not know that within that year he’d be making the most unlikely alliance of his young but cruel life. 

[b]Judge Verra Black [/b]

The Judge’s life was a hard one, full of discipline, danger, and a constant paranoia. Being a Tech Judge though, was a completely different story. The deadlines, constant updates, paperwork, all the bullshit that came with being in a position where equipment for the most Elite Law Enforcement was created. Verra Black was one of these, and she was quite good at it. She worked hard for the hall of Justice and even came up with some of the upgrades for the Judge’s standard issue Law Giver. This was all to perfect for Judge Black, she gave every day her all in the Tech Chambers of the Hall of Justice constantly working to try and make things better, and better. This would be short lived though as progress with the weapons was becoming harder for her to complete. Underperforming was not something that was well accepted even in the Tech side.

Becoming a Street Judge had been the last thing that Verra had wanted, when they told her of their plans to move her to the Pit a seed of betrayal was planted in her mind. How could she a Tech Judge suddenly become a street Judge sent to a place where Judges went when they were either dirty or not working hard enough. She became angry with her Superiors most of all Dredd who seemed to have no sympathy when he briefed her on the sector. She went through the motions taking down criminals and cracking down on drugs. It was during this time that she came across a man named Davin who had flunked out of the Hall of Justice. She talked to him for some time and found that he to had been wronged, a place that claimed to be Just was completely otherwise.

She started to spend too much time with Davin, and ended up meeting with others who had flunked out of the Hall. She slowly started rounding up these men and women who for some reason or another had not become what they had trained their entire childhoods to be. At the same time she slowly drifted away from the Family that had been the Judges that had scorned her so. One day she finally just disappeared no one could find her. She had left her uniform and bike behind though her weapons had gone with her. Verra had decided to try and change things in Mega City 1, she was going to take it over and bring true justice to the land.

She brought these disenfranchised men and women together and began to take over block after block with their fearsome determination. This left plenty of bodies behind as no gangs would join her ruthless onslaught for power except those who were forced to after all their comrades were killed. She was feeling successful, but there was something missing their group was still far to small to take over the city she needed a way to expand not just conquer. That was when she met Sin… That man’s mind was a force of nature she had never met someone who could plan things out as well as Sin. The way he took control of sectors was almost like magic. She decided at the request of Sin to meet with him, and they both came out of the meet with a deeper understanding of each other and a new Alliance. The Legion was born.

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The assault rifle thumped heavily against Ray’s hip. The young man checked the safety on the thing for the hundredth time and made sure it was on, the last thing he wanted was to lose a leg to his own gun. This was going to be his first real fight, after Sin had joined up with the ex Judge Ray and his crew of ten were drafted into boot camp, to be trained in the art of combat. Ray had objected at first, after all he’d only signed up with Sin because he was promised no combat, only information gathering, Ray was no hero and he never pretended to be. The first week was Hell with a capital H, he hated everything from the physical drills to those cold, deadly eyes that looked down on him everyday with contempt. The “thug” that trained them was no Judge, but he’d only flunked Judge school due to an “unstable state of mind” to distribute sound Judgement. That had pissed the fucker off, and he took his years of pent up aggression out on his trainees. 

What surprised Ray was how easily he’d picked up the training once he decided to stop fighting against it. He became faster, stronger, more observant to his surroundings. His mentor’s cruel yet efficient training had taught him how to deal with pain and anger and most importantly, fear. Fear was what’s gnawing at him now, instead of panicking and shitting his own pants, Ray clenched his fist and took several deep breaths, just enough to calm his nerves and chase away the ghost of his former self from behind those smoky grey eyes. Ray was ready. 

He made eye contact with the five guys standing behind him, then across the hallway and nodded at a hidden figure that he knew was Larson. Larson was one of the original men that had come with Verra into their territory, he was a man of little words but big actions, and he was the one Verra had put in charge along with Ray (Sin felt he was ready to lead) on this little mop up job. 

The Jackals were a rising threat, not quite big enough to take over a whole block but close. Sin had himself gone to speak with the leader, Alpha, about joining forces. Alpha was over confident that his men did not need the protection of this Legion. Maybe it was ignorance, or over confidence, but the stupid pup had inadvertently marked the deaths of himself and his pack. it wasn't difficult finding the Jackals’ head quarters, and now they have 20 guys covering the only two entrances into the block they were all holed up in. 

As Sin’s intel had promised, the Jackal’s inner hideout was an entire floor of a block, the front door that led to it’s common area was never closed due to either confidence or stupidity. The common area was where most of the gang members hung out, drug use and abuse was not uncommon here, and every gang banger had armed himself or herself to the teeth with whatever they could find or barter or rob. 

Ray saw the nod from the man in the shadow and pulled out a stun grenade from his belt, working for an ex Tek Judge did have its perks after all. He gave the non-verbal signal to get ready, then threw the grenade through an open door way, Larson’s own following directly after his. The bang and bright flash was more deadly than the actual explosion, but then again stun grenades were never meant to kill. Larson gave the order to move in, and 15 silent figures moved steadily through the open door way into a roomful of half stunned thugs. Confused screams started almost before the gun shots had gone off, though no one from the Legion even muttered a grunt, precision shooting was their priority, intimidation was secondary. 

The young man had counted around 25 figures as he stepped through the chaos of bullets and shouting, his own rifle fired in bursts that were well aimed and calculated, making each bullet count. The stun grenades had done its job, it made at least half of the Jackals blind as newborn puppies and easy picking. The other half, less stunned, was putting up a hasty and useless defence, pushing over couches and furniture as cover.

The last of the gun shots rang out and echoed eerily as the dying drew their last breaths. Ray looked about and checked on each of their men, all 15 accounted for. The carnage they’d done to the room was devastating, and 23 total bodies were counted as the group advanced through to the next room slowly and cautiously. Ray was the last to clear out of the room, checking their rear to make sure no one jumped on them from behind. 

The sounds of the gunfight were not missed or ignored by the residents of the block, and several anonymous calls were made to the Judges for investigation. Ray’s earpiece bleeped just once before a voice came through. “Judges on their way, two of them.” Click. Shit. Ray gripped his rifle just a bit tighter and pushed on with his group. Everyone would have gotten that message, and with Larson leading the charge hopefully they’d be out of here before the Judges showed up.