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|genre = Drama, Action, Adventure, Scifi
|creator = [[User:WikiBuilder1147|WikiBuilder1147]], {{User|K6ka}}, {{User|OpelSpeedster}}
|originalrun = 13 October 2014 - 29 January 2015
|preceded = [[Fanon:Assault|Assault]]
|successor = {{Fanon|Capitulation}}
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"The ventilation shaft…" Silvius wondered. After a short period of silence, he gave his response.
"Thank you, Commander
"I have no questions for the Commander," she said.
"Very well," Daniel replied. "You may return to your seat, Commander." Mars nodded before standing up and sitting back down in her own chair.
"Your Honour," Silvius requested. "I would like to call a recess to the proceedings in order for us to consider our findings."
"Alright. This court is in recess." Daniel said before standing up himself and leaving the room.
==Chapter 2==
"Damn, this is one confusing trial," Ben said. "There isn't enough evidence on either side. It's all just speculation."
"I'm not really sure about this," Miami replied. "What if Philip Henderson wasn't the culprit at all?"
"Surely Henderson has to be the one responsible!" Ben argued. "Tom himself said that—"
As the two were walking down the hallway, a girl around 15 years of age darted right past them. She braked before turning to face Ben and Miami.
"So sorry, Lieutenant-General, Major-General," the girl said, before bolting into the ladies' restroom.
"Hmm, something seems... wrong... about that girl," Miami said. "I'll go in and check it out."
The door creaked slowly as Miami tiptoed in. She wasn't sure why she tiptoed, but for some reason she deemed it necessary.
The girl had already disappeared into one of the toilet stalls and was fumbling with the belt on her pants.
"Oh....oh....oh....oh god... oh god," came out of the stall.
Miami looked around. She couldn't just stand there, otherwise the girl would get suspicious. She calmly made her way to the stall next to the one the girl was in and sat down.
"Oh gosh... oh Lord Jesus, please forgive me," the girl continued. "I only did it because I... I... I had to... I was forced to..."
''This could be interesting'', Miami thought. ''We might be able to score some points here.'' She pulled out a recording device and switched it on.
==Chapter 3==
"This court is now in session," Geraldton said. "We shall now resume the court-martial of Corporal Philip Henderson."
"Your Honour," June McCain stood up and walked towards Geraldton. She placed a rectangular disc on his desk and spoke to him briefly before sitting back down.
"It seems that some new evidence has surfaced regarding Henderson's innocence," Geraldton said. He then gestured to the defence attorney. "Miss McCain."
Geraldton plugged the disc into a port.
"Analysing," the computer announced. After some silence, it continued. "Audio only. Playback commencing."
"Why would you make me do such a thing?" a voice began. It was the girl. "God is never going to forgive me…Oh Lord Jesus…mercy--"
Then, immediately the girl's tone darkened into a growl. "Stop begging to your filthy God! The Government--"
Her voice immediately shifted again, completing the sentence for her 'other.' "The Government is the worst thing to happen to humanity! I have to give myself up--"
"NO! Stay low! We must escape and report back to the Government!"
"Please, listen to me! I'll never be able to live with myself!"
"And what would you expect me to do, eh? Give you a bloody shoulder to cry on? Enough with your nonsense! We must escape with the others!"
"Please, dear God, mercy…I'd never murder anybody in cold blood!"
"Pause playback," McCain said. "This recording, provided by Major-General Miami Hodgson, is, according to her, of a young female around fifteen years of age. While there appear to be two personalities in this recording, they are of the same voice, indicating that this girl has split-personality disorder.
"One personality says that they must 'report back to the Government.' This suggests that the girl is affiliated to the Government. The other personality says that she'd 'never murder anybody in cold blood.' This could possibly mean that she committed murder while under the control of her Government-aligned personality."
"And your point is?" Silvius asked, prompting McCain to continue.
"The point, Your Honour," McCain replied, "is that if this recording is true, then Corporal Henderson could be innocent."
There was a silence in the room.
"Computer, run a voice identification on recording," Geraldton commanded. The computer complied with a series of beeps and whines.
After several seconds, the computer gave its answer. "Voice identification complete. Match found. Private First Class Shelby, Catherine of 7th Infantry Squad."
==Chapter 4==
"Get your damn hands off me! Let go of me you creeps!" screamed Private First Class Catherine Shelby as she was led by two security guards, gripping tightly on her arms. The sound could be heard through the corridors as the three got closer to the interrogation chamber.
Then, something else could be heard. "Please! Let me walk to the chamber myself. I'll tell you everything, I swear!"
"No, I'll tell you nothing!" she spat.
Private Shelby appeared in the chamber, flanked by her escorts. Her flaxen hair shook as she tried to break free, then trembled as she prayed for forgiveness. Her pale olive eyes darted from side to side first with malevolence, then with extreme fright.
"Please, have a seat, Private," Orion Silvius said politely. Shelby's escorts planted her to a chair before restraining her and placing the lie detector over her upper right arm.
"Shelby, Catherine," Silvius' assistant began reading out Shelby's details. "Age: 14 years 5 months. Service rank: Private First Class. Position: Infantryman. Current assignment: 7th Infantry Squad. Psychologist has confirmed that this individual is affected by multiple-personality disorder."
"Now, Private," Silvius began in a soft tone, "based on evidence we have gathered, it is believed that you are responsible for the murder of Private Thomas Rainer and an attempted genocide by contaminating the camp's water tank. Is that true?"
"Why should I tell you?" Shelby snapped. She started trying to pull her arms free from the restraints. "RELEASE ME!"
Silvius decided to try a different approach. He let his gentle demeanour fade away immediately. "TELL ME NOW!" He slammed his fist onto the table.
Immediately Shelby stopped struggling and started crying. "Please, Captain Silvius, sir, I'm sorry!" Silvius looked shocked. He reached out to help her.
"LET ME GO!" Shelby began wrestling with the straps again. Silvius pulled his hand back.
"We're not letting you go until you give us the information we need," Silvius said, now attempting to be as neutral as possible. "We already have enough information to lock you up for a very long time. The length of your sentence will depend upon your response."
"Please, Captain, I'll tell you everything…," Shelby sobbed.
"Quit it with the act, Private, and tell me!" Silvius was starting to feel ''very'' frustrated.
"The Government does not tolerate failures like you!" Shelby hissed.
"Give me an answer, Private!" Silvius demanded.
Shelby remained silent. She suddenly looked exhausted. Her breathing became laboured. Silvius moved to the microphone.
"Get a medic in here immediately!" he said.
Shelby took a raspy breath before speaking. Her voice was reduced to a gentle whisper. "There were…four of us. Deployed by the Government…Fed…Service…for Nash…Secure…" She stopped.
"Tell me more," Silvius said. He ran and kneeled beside Shelby, trying to get as much information out of her as possible.
She slowly turned to face Silvius. "Mission…compromised…all…d--"
Shelby stopped breathing.
==Chapter 5==
As the body bags containing the bodies of Private First Class Catherine Shelby and her three comrades were zipped up, Doctor Thierry Renhald ran up to Ben Faulkner, Miami Hodgson and Orion Silvius.
"It's the same for all of them," the Doctor began. "At exactly the same moment all four released a neurotoxin into their bloodstreams, killing them. Private Shelby lasted a little longer because she was partially separated from Government control systems."
"So you're saying the Government was responsible for their deaths?"
"From what our autopsies have told us, yes," Renhald replied. "The engineers have analysed the transceiver system. They said that all of them had transceivers that connected them to a central computer so that the Government could track them. The transceivers also controlled an implant that contained the neurotoxin. If the computer deemed that the mission was compromised, it would give the command to release the toxin and kill the agents."
"So if the Government wants to terminate a mission, they terminate the agents too?" Miami asked.
"Precisely."
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Ben and Miami stood before the cell of Corporal Philip Henderson.
"Deactivate the forcefield," Ben ordered. The guard nodded before pressing on several button on his console. The orange forcefield flickered for a few seconds before it blinked out of existence.
Ben stepped into the cell. "I'm really sorry about what I said the other day." He reached out his hand.
Henderson slowly looked up. He smiled. "It's alright. I understand how you must have felt." He grabbed Ben's hand.
"Ready to rejoin the fight for freedom?"
"Sure am."
Ben, Miami and Henderson walked out of the cell and the guard pressed on several other buttons before walking out of the room himself. The lights in the prison shut down one by one until the whole section went dark.
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'''''[[Fanon:Capitulation|To be continued…]]'''''
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