theairlock | first trial

[When the announcement sounds and the evidence gathered it’s time for a trial. When the remaining champions are all gathered by the repaired docking bay doors they slide slowly slide open.

There are two lines of robots, silent as sentries, creating a border path from the docking bay doors to the circle of metal podiums. The podiums themselves were made of strange metals in red and gold and orange and black, each one etched with the name of one of the Champions. There are flood lights - like spot lights - in front of each podium, but the lights in front of Shirou, Hamilton, and Albel are dark, and hung on the front of their podiums are greyscale portraits, printed from their profiles.

Blaze Dudely stands on a repair deck on top of his ship, which looms over the proceedings ominously. Rather than the glee the Champions may think he would take in this kind of display, he merely stands there with his arms crossed, expression unreadable and his cyborg eye scanning the Champions with a piercing scrutiny, like he's searching for one of them to act out of line.]

Mornin’, Champions. Here’s how this is goin’ to go: take the evidence ya found, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Swordsman. If ya find them, they’ll be dealt with. If ya don’t, they’ll be free to go and the rest of ya will face punishment. Take the time ya need but don’t bore me.

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[Yes.]

[That's what he thought. Oda exhales, and then looks to-]

Rick, could I ask you a question?

Yo.

[hi. he's here.]

At what time of night do you usually stop drinking?

I don't.

The kitchen closes at ten PM. What do you do if you can't get another bottle?

Drink what I have. Pass out. Wallow in my sorrow. What are you - you looking to find.

I can confirm this.

[seeing as he rooms with the guy]

Yeah, thanks, fucko. Love ya.

If you're likely to have had a beer bottle that matches the glass shards we found at midnight, since you're someone who could make use of that book about robotics and would have been able to tamper with Albel's arm, as well as being not physically strong enough to fight him directly.

...I think you killed him, is what I'm saying.

That's a bold accusation.

Where do you think he got that blue fabric from, then?

I don't know exactly, but I've had over thirty items dumped in front of my door with no rhyme or reason to what. I'm sure at least one thing in someone's pile has blue fabric.