The Mock Trial

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[Jesse McCree is dead, the first victim of, what the Overseers seem to hope, is a long game of motives and murder for whatever their reasons. With the investigation completed, C.E.C.E.'s voice comes over the system and directs the Champions to proceed to the locked elevator door at the end of the hallway. Once all Champions are on board, the elevator begins a slow descent down beyond any area that they've been able to explore so far. At least the elevator music is charming.

When the elevator door opens, the Champions enter a courtroom with 21 podiums arranged in a circle and each one marked with a name. McCree's face grins casually at the 20 surviving members from one of the podiums, a greyscale portrait in honor of the dead.]

Congratulations. We have now entered the trial portion of the test. I trust that you will do your best to determine who disturbed the peace by committing murder. Once the culprit has been found, they will face an appropriate punishment for their crime. If you fail to determine the culprit, however, they will be allowed to leave the space station and the rest of you will face punishment instead.

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[returnofme]

There's no button for the Overseers or I would.

[stitch_in_time]

Dyin' here won't help stop them.

[It hasn't been said outright, not yet, but he can't imagine the Overseers imposing any other penalty for refusing to play their sick little game.]

Not everything can always be strictly light and dark. Sometimes you can only do what you have to.

[returnofme]

[Luke winces.]

I know.

[The Death Star. For every hundred Imperial soldiers on there, there was at least one janitor or cafeteria worker or plumber. He thought about it, sometimes. It was worth it to save Yavin and the Rebellion, but...

He brings his metal fist down on the podium.]

Sith hell.

[He could save his father. Why can't he save this girl?]

[stitch_in_time]

I'm sorry.

[Two and half billion innocents on Gallifrey, at least, versus the entirety of space-time. He understands too well.]

I can do it.

[He holds out a hand for Luke's PIP.]

If you'll let me.

[returnofme]

[Luke takes a deep breath. He should do it himself. Own up to it. But...]

Thank you, Doctor.

[He holds out his PIP.]

[stitch_in_time]

It's all right. A little more blood on my hands won't hurt.

[Not bitter.]

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[returnofme]

[Luke takes a deep breath and lets it out.]

Thank you. Again. I'm... well, I'm sorry.

[It was just. It was just too soon after his father and the Emperor.]

[stitch_in_time]

Yeah. Me too.

[strikemonster]

You have to vote for someone, Mr. Skywalker. It's how this works. [POINTS AT MCBURN] Vote for him. He's a thoroughly unpleasant person.

[sorry . . . mcburn . . .]

[almightyconflagration]

[Glares at her.] I certainly am, but I also rather dislike killing the weak.

[strikemonster]

Then you should be happy your unpleasant personality can have a purpose here. [Is she sassing him. Is she serious.] He has to vote for somebody.

[almightyconflagration]

I'm surprised one as noble as him is so unwilling to respect the wishes of the soon to be departed. [Noble is definitely said with a lot of scorn.]

[strikemonster]

Some people don't realize small sacrifices are necessary for the larger picture. [She hesitates for a moment.] It's not such a bad thing. They can be quite inventive people.

[She sounds like she's defending someone in particular, but not necessarily Luke.]

[voltrounds]

[A few podiums over, Ricky visibly flinches.]

[almightyconflagration]

Meh, whatever. Sacrifice is boring and I'm so sick of this unending nonsense. I'll give you a word of advice though: if any here are looking to make me a sacrifice you might want to be damn sure you know what you're getting into.

[And with that he'll just give a loud yawn and ignore any further responses.]