Sector 102 // Judge Prince

The Fall of Judge Prince

There was a time when the name Judge Prince carried weight in Sector 102. It moved through the corridors of justice like a clean, sharp wind. Efficient. Unshakable. Reliable. His arrest record read like a blueprint for order in a city that constantly flirted with chaos.

Then came the Swamps.

No one really talks about the Swamps unless they have to. It’s the kind of place that clings to you, not just on your boots but somewhere deeper, quieter. During what should have been a routine raid, something went wrong. Not an ambush. Not a tactical failure. Something… stranger. An unknown fungus, barely understood, found its way into Judge Prince’s system.

At first, nothing seemed off. Reports were filed. Patrols resumed. The machine of justice kept moving. But inside Prince, something had shifted.

The cracks didn’t show all at once. They never do. Maybe it was a hesitation here, a glance over the shoulder there. Maybe the city’s endless noise started to sound like something else entirely. By the time he reached the Gav Thorpe Block Mall, whatever had taken root was no longer subtle. In his mind, the world had changed.

The crowds weren’t civilians anymore. The lights weren’t lights. The air itself felt hostile. Judge Prince believed he was under attack by an alien force. And in a city where hesitation can cost lives, he did what he had been trained to do.

He opened fire.

Panic tore through the mall in seconds. Three citizens lost their lives before anyone could intervene. By the time backup arrived, the damage was already carved into the concrete. The diagnosis came quickly after: Futsie. A label reserved for those who had fallen beyond the edge, where reason no longer holds.

Judge Silar was the one sent to bring him in.

No dramatics. No speeches. Just one judge facing another, in the quiet aftermath of something irreversible.

Because in Sector 102, justice doesn’t stop for tragedy. It just… recalibrates.

And somewhere beneath it all lingers the question no one wants to ask too loudly:

What exactly came back from the Swamps?