Laurel Docks

"Hi, my name is Laurel Docks she said hesitantly; narrating one's own wiki page was a curiously unsettling experience. I'm a mutant, with the psychic powers of telepathy, clairvoyance and precognition she confessed, remembering what Judge Dredd had thought when she first met him, according to her oddly knowledgeable inner voice. I first came to Mega-City One to start a new life in 2139 AD. I had a job and an apartment supposedly lined up for me by Hank Lemon, a friend of my late father's, but everything went wrong pretty much from the moment I arrived. She winced at the memory. I'd barely gotten through the gate when my... affliction... kicked in. Nerves, I suppose, at the sight of the Judge on the gate, that stern figure demanding to know who I was, what I was doing there... he clearly had no love for my kind. And that's even before my... trouble... started! It... tends to irritate people. She steeled herself for the admission. You see, when I get nervous, I.. .well.... I start to narrate! She felt herself blushing even as she said it, aware of how ridiculous she sounded. It's kind of my curse...

"Things got worse when I got to the apartment. Hank Lemon, the man I was due to meet, the man I'd barely met before but had staked my whole life on, was dead! Murdered! And I — or rather, my inner voice — was the only one who knew it!!! At least until I found myself blurting this information I didn't know I knew out to the one man who was capable of understanding the significance of it, Judge Dredd." Her heart skipped a beat at the memory of the man, that grim but oddly inspiring figure she had somehow, perhaps foolishly, fallen just a little in love with at first sight.

"The Judge didn't question how I knew what I knew. I did, but he didn't. He just seized on the significance of it and swung into action! And insanely, terrifyingly, exhilaratingly, I found myself riding with him, bafflingly guiding him through this city I had no knowledge of to a rendezvous with destiny, at the mercy of my nagging, infuriating but irritatingly infallible inner narrative, which was making itself heard all the while! A breathtaking thrill ride to a bloody confrontation with Lemon's killer, the gangster named Sergeant Pain!

"My narrative voice had never been this accurate before, or this insistent, but my curse finally proved a blessing. The Judge mowed down Pain and his gang, and I nervously waited to learn what my own fate was to be. I needn't have worried. Dredd is supposedly without emotion, that's what they all say. Who were 'they', she found herself wondering distractedly? Nevertheless, clearly some spark of gratitude existed within him. Gratitude, she asked herself, or... could it be something more...? But no, that way madness lay! He scheduled me for an evaluation by Psi-Division, to determine the extent of my abilities, and informed me that they would give me a job! After all the chaos, all the uncertainty, I had a home after all, a place in the world!!!

"And it was all because of that one wonderful man, that tough, seemingly merciless upholder of the law, my hero... Judge Dredd! As she sighed happily and raised her eyes heavenwards at the memory, her inner narrative cringed."

Powers and abilities[]

Powers

Telepathy
Clairvoyance
Precognition

"Telepathy, clairvoyance and precognition she repeated — had they even been listening earlier?"

Abilities

"Apparently, reading minds, foretelling the future to a limited degree, and 'seeing' the events of the recent past."

Weaknesses

"My constant narration and intrusive, inadvertent mind-reading tend to get on people's nerves a bit."

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Equipment

"A small wheeled suitcase with my luggage in."

Transportation

"On the best day of my life, the back of Judge Dredd's bike!"

Notes[]

"I really am only here because someone found my story incredibly funny. Story of my life. Literally!"

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