Eddie Brock
Master Bruce
Half Pint
Supermaxx
Altered Tundra
Sep
Christopher Arthur III
The Judicator had hurled Chris across the street. However, the propulsion systems in Chris’ armor instantly activated. Instead of crashing into the pavement, Chris was able to land in a position somewhere between a crouch and a kneel. After Chris had recovered from being tossed by the armored Hound, he heard the Judicator taunt the heroes about the technological advanced that the Hounds had stolen from S.T.R.I.K.E. Then, a second voice spoke in response to the Judicator.
”Did S.T.R.I.K.E tell you about this, asshole?”
An arrow then soared directly at the Judicator. A spectacular display of explosions followed once the arrow seemed to have made impact with the armored villain. This momentary distraction gave Chris an opportunity to get back on his feet and assess the situation.
“How’s the satellite connection coming alone?” Chris radioed Maya through his suit’s communication system.
“I believe I’ve made contact. What do I do next?”
“I can take it from here,” Chris replied. Through a single command imputed by his power-armor, Chris initiated the deactivation code for the satellite’s cloaking technology. Although the satellite would not be visible immediately, it would be soon enough for someone like Icon to go after the Hound’s secret weapon and put it out of commission.
Once Chris had set in motion the second part of the heroes’ plan to take out the satellite, Chris glanced back at the Judicator. After the smoke from Fletch’s explosive arrow had dispersed, Chris found the Judicator still standing there. Right before the arrow had made contact with the villain’s suit, the Judicator had activated his energy shield, protecting the man from the explosion.
“It’ll take more than little explosive toothpicks to take me out,” the Judicator announced.
“Maybe you just need a more worthy challenger.”
“You?” the Judicator scoffed, “I’ve already crushed you under my boot. What makes you think anything would change?”
The Judicator then launched three wrist-mounted missiles at Chris, who in turn activated his energy shield to block the projectiles. The missiles shattered against the energy shield, leaving behind an explosion, a puff of smoke, and the scrap metal of the remains of the missiles.
“Activate code Ariadne,” Chris announced after he deactivated his energy shield. Once he had uttered those words, the Judicator’s armor began to lock-up. “Took me long enough to breach your firewall.”
“What did you do?” the Judicator demanded, although he was no longer in any position to make any threats.
“I’ve seen enough movies to know that this is not the time to ramble about the intricacies of my master plan. Let’s just say you Hounds stole technology from S.T.R.I.K.E. that I developed. What do you think would happen?”
“Finish it, then,” the Judicator harshly barked at Chris. “Show the world that you and your mutated allies are just as much monsters as we are.”
“I’m not letting you off that easy,” Chris said, “You will pay for your crimes according to the laws of the United States.”
"Well, at least we uncovered the dark side of some of you heroes," the Judicator mentioned in defeat. Across Sherman Square were the corpses of many dead Hounds soldiers, murdered by the so-called "heroes."
"I'll deal with that issue later."
Chris then shot a cable meant for heavy loads around the Judicator and took to the sky. The Lost Haven Police Department was only a few blocks away from Sherman Square. It would only take him a few seconds to drop the Judicator off on their front porch. Since Chris had deactivated all of the armor villain’s weapon systems, he figured that the LHPD could handle this bad guy. Chris would rather leave this villain with the police instead of leaving him alone and somehow giving him an opportunity to escape.
Chris took to the skies, dragging the Judicator behind him through the air. Once he had made it to the headquarters of the LHPD, Chris released the cable and allowed the Judicator crash down right in front of the police station. He had startled a few police officers who was rushing out of the station to help hold down the fort until the National Guard could arrive.
“You might want to pry this guy out of that tin can,” Chris suggested to the police officers before turning back and returning to to the battle raging in Sherman Square. During his return flight, his helmet’s display interface alerted Chris that the Archangel armor had breached the satellite’s systems and deactivated the cloaking device. It also alerted him that the satellite was receiving another signal from a remote location. It did not take a genius, like Chris, to figure out what command the Hounds were sending to the satellite. Although Chris was not able to jam that signal so that the satellite would not continue with the Hound’s orders, he was able to initiate some code that would allow him to track the location of the signal’s origin, probably the Hound’s main base.
“Whoever of us can reach and survive in space better get up there and take out that satellite,” Chris announced to his allies. “The Hounds are communicating with the satellite and I doubt they’re going to be sending us kisses and hugs.”
