first trial

[airlockedmods]

[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.

Comments

[withoutred]

[ From where she's still dangling in Apollo's grip: ]

Unless you have an all~i~bi, it sounds awfully like you're just covering your ass, Diego-san.

[heartswapped]

[Cheryl's going to give a slow nod to that, because otherwise...]

That seems like a bit of an overreaction. From both of you.

[jerkassic]

[He's trying really hard not to laugh. Sorry, it's amusing.]

Believe me, it's rather inconvenient that the one person who could confirm my alibi is dead. If I were covering my own ass, wouldn't I do a better job of it?

[pr159]

I don't know, are you capable of doing a better job?

[jerkassic]

Given that I didn't do it, I'd hope I never have to find out.

[heartswapped]

[There's only one way to prod him about this. Well, two.]

I know you said he claimed it was stupid, but I wanna know: What exactly did he say when he threw the helmet at you?

[She'll ask more questions in a second. But for now...]

[jerkassic]

I believe it was "Here's your stupid hat" and "It doesn't even have the right letters."

[empathiser]

A little quick to make snap judgements there.

[Aren't you supposed to a be a detective, Erika?]

[withoutred]

[ She is being a detective. A hanging one, unfortunately. It's throwing her off. ]

He's the only one with something that shade of blue, the ribbon is only important to him, and as we don't see any other bloody corpses, clearly Albel-san didn't manage to frame anyone like Diego-san is implying he tried to. The question is still "how did Albel-san die, and why does nobody else match the clues presented"?

Sometimes the obvious answer is indeed the correct one.

[empathiser]

And if it's not the obvious answer, then we're all - to quote the house - dealt with.

If we don't comb over the evidence with a fine toothed comb, we're dead. Even if the evidence is compelling, it can be wrong so it's not worth risking.

[tuskenlancer]

[ CT says nothing, but she watches Will as he speaks, then glances thoughtfully back at Diego.

He's right. It's easy to get caught up in the witch hunt, but they need to be sure. ]