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theairlock2017-09-09 11:36 am
airlockedmods) wrote in theairlock2017-09-09 11:36 am
third trial
[When the announcement sounds and the evidence gathered it’s time for a trial. When the remaining champions are all gathered by the docking bay doors they slide slowly slide open.
The two lines of sentry robots are there again, 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. The lights on Alec, John, Cheryl, Apollo, Mako and Rideaux's podiums have been turned off and their floating grey scale portraits have joined the three from last week.
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, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Balladeer, the Champion Investi- [He stops to clear his throat.] The Champ- [He stops again to cough, once then twice.] The- [More coughing now, harder and hoarser. When he finally stops he wipes something dark and thick from the corner of his mouth.] Fuck it, the five dead ones. 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.
The two lines of sentry robots are there again, 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. The lights on Alec, John, Cheryl, Apollo, Mako and Rideaux's podiums have been turned off and their floating grey scale portraits have joined the three from last week.
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, piece together what happened and find who took out the Champion Balladeer, the Champion Investi- [He stops to clear his throat.] The Champ- [He stops again to cough, once then twice.] The- [More coughing now, harder and hoarser. When he finally stops he wipes something dark and thick from the corner of his mouth.] Fuck it, the five dead ones. 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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