P I N G _
ian_
user-id_002.004
oxford_
user-id_001.021
overwrite.user-id_005.021
chapel.hill_
user-id_003.180
boston_
user-id_007.108
security level_red

aural communication no longer reliable.
text only.

[ ooc note; after this thread.

any attempts to hack this will be met with extreme aggression, counter-hack and — if she can manage — the security compromise of your device. unlike other encryptions that aberdeen uses, this one is booby-trapped with very large signs to her hacker friends that more or less read: do not touch. ]

[The young man on the screen is very, very serious.]

My name is Miles Edgeworth. I am a prosecutor for the city of Los Angeles. I tell you this not only to inform you of my background but also to ensure that those who will suffer my wrath for this kidnapping are aware of precisely how fearsome it will be. Legally speaking.

First: I demand to speak with the so-called captain of this so-called ship.

Second: I demand to see a list of all rules and regulations aboard this ship.

Third: I demand to know precisely what attempts have been made to contact the outside authorities. Kindly provide me with an accounting of attempts made either by you or by others.

Fourth: I - [And here, at least, Miles has the good grace to pause, because maybe "demand" is just a bit too pushy.] Would like to know if anyone else here has a legal, criminal, or governmental background. I heard something about a volunteer security force - a preposterous notion, admittedly, but better than nothing - and I would like to hear from those on it, but I would also like to hear from any who have been abducted to this place who served in some official position at home.

[ Oxford's voice is a lot quieter than it ever has been before, and a great deal heavier. His anger - and his sadness - is very quiet, audible in the hardness of some of his emphasised words. ]

Good god, isn't anyone else quite finished with this damned ship? There are circles of hell reserved for this- this absolutely unfathomable level of bullshit.

I sincerely hope that everyone recognises and acknowledges that the Tranquility has lost a great and incredibly good man today. [ Even quieter: ] Let us pray that we will not have to suffer such a loss again, and that at the very least we may learn something from it.

[ After a pause, a respectful moment of silence, he goes on. This is very much intended to be public, because he wants everyone to hear this, not just his intended audience. ]

Captain Ward, Commander Resnik. In the time that I have spent here, I have firmly believed that you had more right than any of us on board to command and control the goings on of this ship. It is your ship, we are accidental strangers. [ His voice is low and a little strained. ] Hotspur believed that too.

You owe us all explanations, even though I don't believe for a moment that you will give them. I will not believe for a moment that Hotspur's death was coincidental, what with him requesting to speak to you such a short time before it occurred. I was not the only one to see and take note of it - and I'm sure you know that he contacted myself and others just before the jump. He told us not to engage with you.

Even if you're going to play stupid now, I am feeling very incredibly inclined to take his advice, even if I don't yet understand or know why. You ought to stop relying so heavily on whatever it is you seem to think protects you both from the rest of us, whatever makes you think that you can keep us in the dark forever.

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