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[ Quin's video broadcast comes from the deepest, darkest depths of the jungle levels of the Oxygen Garden, somewhere in the damp, lush lee of a tree so thickly overgrown with intertwining ropes of vines that it's a wonder it's still standing at all. The comms device itself is settled firmly in to a particularly dense clump of verdant greenery and angled just wide enough to capture Quin, cross-legged and grim-faced, and a sharp speck of a crystal sitting on the loam just in front of him.

He's been here for hours - maybe thirty or so, all of them long and hard-spent. Thinking, meditating, fasting, slipping in to the occasional dream - strange and foreign and full of memories that are definitely not his own. Now, awake and with a clear mind, Quin knows that it is finally time to send out this particular message. He picks the crystal up in one battered, bandaged hand and holds it aloft between his finger and thumb so it can catch a single fragile beam of artificial light that has somehow managed to work its way through the canopy above. ]

This belonged to the golem, Shale. A creature of stone but no less full of light. Her body still lies in the depths of this ship but I know that her comrades still remain with us on board. I've seen your faces in her memories, but I don't know your names.

[ His fingers curl around the nature crystal thoughtfully and he draws it closer to his chest as he explains, ]

I need this crystal. It was no accident that I came across it when I did. But I want your blessings, all of you who came from her world. Those who fought with her, those who knew her. [ A pause. ] Talk to me here, or find me in the oxygen gardens. I will help her memory live on if you will all allow it.

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[ He smiles thinly at that and shakes his head. ]

We know what killed her, Miles Edgeworth.

Do we truly? What was it exactly? What was the scientific nature of the anomaly?

A black hole in microcosm, sustained within the walls of the ship. [ a pause. ] The crystal did not fall with her, Edgeworth. It tells us nothing of her death. [ there's a note of warning in his voice now as he adds: ] And I will not release it to the science department.

Did you even ask if they could use it? "A black hole in microcosm" makes no sense, sir. It's inconsistent with the fact that we're not all deceased.

The answers you're looking for are not to be found on this crystal, Miles Edgeworth.

How can you be certain?

[ quite simply: ]

Because they are not there.

Sir, I don't want to sound difficult, but...How do you know.

[ There's an element of cool reprimand in Quinlan's tone as he replies: ]

You know of my skills, Miles Edgeworth.

I know you have powers beyond what a normal human has, sir. But I do not know of any power of yours that would reveal that information to you.

You asked me once if I could tell if the creature called Bass had consumed any other life. I answered that I could have, once. [ a pause. ] I can read this crystal. It is of no use to science - nor to you.

[A slight pause. Then:] How do you read it, precisely? That's not a - [He cuts himself off before revealing that, yes, he has a fairly encyclopedic knowledge of Jedi powers.] An ability I'm familiar with.

My species are often born with the power to read objects - to know their history, to understand the fiber of their existence. [ Another pause, this time one of conflict and frustration. ] The ship resists me - it resists being read. But I know this crystal well. It will not give you any answers.

[Er - ]

Species? You're not human?

Kiffar. A species in our own right - not simply another race of humans.

I see. Well.

[He clears his throat.]

How is this reading done?

[ it's okay Edgeworth he isn't about to Do A Wheatley on you ]

It requires touch and very little else. My connection to the Force enhances the ability beyond most of my kind. [ ... ] But I sense that you remain unconvinced.

[Edgeworth was so afraid Quinlan was going to Do A Wheatley oh dear lord]

I am...convinced by what I myself can see and experience, Mr. Vos. When something is outside my experience, and cannot be proven my normal means, it is my obligation to maintain skepticism.

[ Nah he'll leave Wheatley to do the Wheatleying.

And there's no recrimination here, no judgement. Quinlan pauses to nod to himself, then says: ]

As you should. I haven't earned the right to ask you to trust me. [ ... ] But I still stand by what I say.

[There's a pause, then a soft huff of a sigh.]

Well, the science department isn't clamoring for it.

No. [ There's a quiet little smile in his words, barely detectable, as he adds, ] Thank you, Miles Edgeworth.

[And a slight nod in return.]

Best of luck with your lightsaber, sir.

[ There's a pause as Quinlan encrypts the feed, and then: ]

I have a question, if you'll permit me.

[He blinks - ]

Of course.

You know the ones on board who recognise the history of the Jedi, don't you?

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