middleofsomewhere | Blue Team Finale

It's been a week of high tension. Though the actual fights have been fewer than the other teams might have experienced there have been acts of sabatage and even a couple of chance attacks. The team has suffered a death- Joss was purple team but he had been working with and helping Blue team when he was attacked and killed.

Tension has been mounting, enemies striking when they have opportunity and being fought back by the void treckers. Other enemies sneaking around the corridors, sometimes being caught and dealt with, other times getting away.

Those who have been tracking the strange happenings will not be surprised when all the warning sirens go off at once. Enemy ships attacking. Five of them attacking the station and needing dealt with.

But that's not all. As the sirens sound the power goes out. Emergency lights flicker on after a few moments but it's clear there are enemies and considering command is stationed here it is obvious where they are headed.

(ooc: This should be a play your own monsters scenario, there are enough enemies for Blue team to all play a part in defeating them, some are outside in ships, others are in the corridors. All wear powersuits and they are pretty determined to get to the command station and will not hold back when confronted. Have fun!)

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Conan had already finished determining the cause of death to his satisfaction, and had moved on to searching for clues. He crouches down to check for the advancement of rigor mortis.

"His name is Joscelin," he says aloud. "He was one of the residents on the train. We talked several times before."

Conan was a proponent of the Holmesian school of deduction, and that meant that he had put a lot of effort into developing the skill of separating emotions and personal feelings away from what needed to be done. Because it was far too easy for emotions to interfere with the clarity of deductive thought.

Why was the little kid touching the dead other little kid? That was so weird! Okay, deep breath. This isn't just a random dead body, it's a friend of sorts. One more deep breath.

"What do you think we should do?" He wouldn't normally be looking for direction from someone this young, but the boy had spoken with authority and calm. He put his gun in its holster and approached slowly. "We haven't met yet, I'm Prompto."

"Investigate," He says simply. "This is a murder, and the person who did it is most likely still on this station."

Which made it a challenge. Conan most often came across murders when the criminal was still in the room. Finding the one person on the station who was guilty during an invasion would be a challenge for even his deductive skills. But he had to try.

He nods at the greeting. "Conan Edogawa, Detective."

"Investigate?" That was not at all what he was expecting. It was what adults may have said, but this boy? Really?

The greeting had him getting over some of his hesitation though. "Oh. Are adults on your world small like you?" He asked, unsure how else Conan was doing this. Kids on his world were certainly not this smart and mature.

He looked around the room as if clues would just spring out at him. "What do we know already?"

"No, I'm just a kid. But I've solved lots of murder cases."

Conan starts searching the room, starting at the center and moving out.

"He was murdered with a shot to the chest, sometime in the last few hours. Which means the culprit should still be in the area. He was most likely here to sabotage the systems, judging from the condition of the room." A pause as Conan spots something discarded in a dark corner of the room. He pulls a square of cloth from his pocket to inspect it. "And he discarded the weapon before leaving the room."

"Right." Of course, the seven year old was just a kid. A kid who solved lots of murder cases. His head hurt.

He watched curiously as Conan saw something Prompto hadn't and before he knew it, they were looking at the murder weapon. "I've seen several people with that kind of gun around here. Think it's standard for the soldiers?"

"I would have to check the other soldier's weapons to be sure, but its a reasonable hypothesis. The question is whether this can tell anything about the specific soldier who did this."

He carries the weapon into the center of the room, where the light is better, and inspects it in detail.

He frowned in thought as he wondered what kind of evidence they could get from this specific gun. He was drawing a blank, of course. He didn't know anything about detective work.

"Do these guns use gunpowder or some other residue that might help us?"

Blue Team Finale

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