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[color=crimson]Date:[/color] [i]10th January, 1220 hours[/i]
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[color=cccccc]The feeling of raw, uninterrupted energy from the Earth's sun washing over his body gave Ricky a natural high the likes of which he had yet to find comparison. He could often be found lost in thought floating high into the Earth's orbit ensuring his cells had all the yellow sun energy they needed. Usually deep in meditation the hours he would spend following the suns rays would pass in no time leaving him revitalised and ready to get back to work. The reality was that he could deal with a large portion of the worlds villains with minimal exposure but he liked to be ready for any eventuality. Deep down he itched for an opponent that would push him to his limits and hopefully beyond. In the vastness of space there would always be bigger and badder enemies and Ricky knew he had to be at his best so he could protect the billions on the planet beneath him. 

A subtle vibration on his wrist meant that his time was done for the day. Ricky stretched his limbs out as far as he could until he was completely satisfied. He looked down on the Earth below and couldn't help but marvel at its beauty. Even with billions of souls living on the planet, from space you could quite easily be forgiven for thinking it was devoid of any sentient life. It looked so much more calm and peaceful when in reality it was far from it. The massive cities were often filled with self obsessed, angry and aggressive people who would sooner set someone on fire than put someone out. However, for every idiot there were ten kind hearted individuals who needed protecting and that is who Ricky fought for. 

With his four hour meditation finished Ricky shot himself back down towards Earth at a blindingly quick speed. As the atmosphere thickened he could feel the warmth of the air teasingly licking at his skin as it began to become superheated. Soon enough the heat subsided and he was flying through thick clouds that floated high above the continental United States. He dropped through them and emerged through the other side a slight bit more damp than when he had entered. Metropolis had come into view and like so many times before, the first thing he heard was the sound of screams. He kicked his speed up another notch, an immediate sonic boom echoing through the mid day sky. 

By time he had reached the source of the screams Ricky found himself hovering above the Metropolis National Bank. Surrounded by a gathering crowd of civilians and police, it was home to one of the biggest vaults in the world. The bank was at the top of any bank robbers bucket list. Through the ceiling Ricky could make out eight heavily armed men making their way up a staircase towards the roof. On the lower level there were several dozen people tied up but from what he could, see none of them were injured. On the roof itself sat an all black military style chinook, it's rear door lowered ready for boarding. Soon the enough the roof exit door flung open and the group of eight scurried towards the aircrafts ramp. [color=crimson]Time to say hello...[/color]

Falling through the sky like a dead weight Ricky smashed through the fuselage of the helicopter, splitting it in half across the middle. The propellors had bent and broken as they impacted on Ricky's body, not leaving much beyond some rather expensive scrap metal. As the eight robbers realised what was going on they dropped their bags and began to take up firing positions. They unloaded round after round at Ricky as he emerged from the wreckage of the aircraft. Each bullet impacting on his body flattened out before falling harmlessly to the floor, leaving a trail as he continued on towards them. As their weapons ineffectiveness became clear, the man furthest from Ricky made a charge for the door. The kryptionians eyes began to glow a fiery red before a searing beam of head struck the door handle of the roofs exit. The man gripped hold of the handle, even after seeing the ultra heated beam of energy tag it. He let out a painful howl as the skin on his hand was seared by the extremely hot handle. 

The man at the front of the group stood up from his position in cover and dropped his weapon to the floor. He gestured to the others to the do the same, realising their efforts were futile. Soon enough the group of eight men and their two pilots were gifted to the waiting police below. Cheers from the crowd rang out from the first to the last man, celebrating the intervention of the kryptonian. With the leader finally in custody Ricky found a microphone from a nearby reporter shoved into his face. [color=8882be]"Who are you? Are you related to Superman?"[/color] The questions were no doubt in relation to the powers he had showcased. With a smile on his face Ricky turned to the reporters camera. [color=crimson]"I am The Judge. I'm here to protect this fine city and all of it's citizens from people like this. To all those living the right life, do not fear. To those not, i'll be seeing you soon."[/color] With a wink and wide smile Ricky shot off into the air leaving the scene behind.
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