So we have a trade deal and the way to ensure this happens is to have a representative from the foreign government accompany a fascist psychopath on his daily duty of death. Who made this policy? Was it Steve Bannon? Regardless, Orlok dips into the pages of his progs to discover if the trade deal is successful and just how racist Judge Booker really is. The answers are “no” and “very”.
March 2103 (Prog 204).
John Wagner and Alan Grant play the mismatch card well and the great Ian Gibson gets to draw a weird alien again.
WHAT’S IT ALL ABOUT (IN ONE SENTENCE)?:
In order to facilitate a trade deal, Dredd is accompanied on patrol by an Uquan writer.
WHO’S THAT IN THE HELMET?:
Judge Booker is the coincidentally named desk Judge at the Grand Hall. He seems massively racist when it comes to determining which way up the alien should be.
Chief Judge Jurgen Griffin gives Dredd a hard time even though it is his idiotic decision to assign him to the escort.
ANY LAW LORE?:
Wounding with intent to kill will get you five years in the cubes.
The Alien Pound is a thing, apparently.
Red Light Gangs target vehicles stopped at traffic lights.
WHAT THE DROKK?:
Dredd’s sentence on the Uquan apparently cannot be overturned, even by the Chief Judge, despite it leaving the Uquan relations in ruins.
WHAT’S THE ART LIKE?:
Deceptively simple in places but it more than adequately does the job. The alien is suitably weird and resembles a hipster leprechaun. And that last perp is pretty hot. If I were the Uquan I’d probably want to unload my weapon into her too. Shit…Weinsteined.
HOW MANY LINKS?:
It’s funny in places and the prose from the Uquan writer is probably the funniest bit. Three links.