[Sandwich]

I've been impostered and framed!! Write, write!!

[Unknown Target]

Here you guys go

SCENE SEVENTY ONE. INT. SANDWICH’s QUARTERS – DAY.

We open from the same view as before, yet now the room is brightly lit, and covered with detectives. We cut to a wide view of the room, and lying on the floor, outlined in chalk and with a bloody knife resting in a plastic bag next to him, lies WILLY_PRINCIPAL. Several forum members, decked in the HARD LIGHT DEFENCE FORCE dress uniform, are moving about the area, talking, taking photographs, etc. Cut to:

SCENE SEVENTY TWO. INT. ADMINISTRATOR HOUSING/ADMINISTRATOR’s QUARTERS – DAY.

We cut to the outside of the room. More detectives are milling about, writing down in notepads, etc. Suddenly, the elevator whooshes open, and out steps SANDWICH. All other activity stops as the crowd turns to look at him. SANDWICH seems perplexed, as if unknowing of what is occurring. He jogs to one of the detectives, ALDO_14, who buries himself in some photos sticking out of a file, pretending not to have been staring. SANDWICH lays a hand on his shoulder, and he turns to face him with a forced smile.

SANDWICH: What’s going on here?

ALDO_14 looks at him oddly and glances behind him, pointing at SANDWICH’s room.

ALDO_14: Homicide.

He speaks crisply and returns to his folder. SANDWICH ignores the stares and runs into the room.

SCENE SEVENTY THREE. INT. SANDWICH’s QUARTERS – DAY.

Seeing the body, he stops, aghast. He stutters, and looks back at ALDO_14.

SANDWICH: Wha…who…who did it?

ALDO_14 walks past SANDWICH into the room. Walking behind the body, he stoops and picks up the plastic baggy containing the knife. Holding it out to SANDWICH, he first looks at it, then looks at him.

ALDO_14: You did.

At this, SANDWICH gawks, and two guards approach the pair from behind ALDO_14. He sighs heavily and sets his hands on his hips.

ALDO_14: Sandwich…by the power invested in me by the Hard Light Productions command, I am hereby placing you under arrest, under suspicion of intentional, premeditated homicide. You have the right to remain silent, anything…

His voice fades away as all the sounds around SANDWICH’s stunned form become muted. SANDWICH stares at the body in shock, as the two officers handcuff him and begin to walk him out the door. SANDWICH hangs his head, still in shock, his feet dragging in defeat, the stares from the investigators burning deeper and deeper holes in him. We cut to:

[Falcon]

[Corsair]

Sandwich? I never would've guessed it.

[Sandwich]

But I was impostered, I tell you!! IMPOSTERED!!!!! No!! Leave me alone!!!!1111oneone


Who the heck is Willy Principal, anyway?

[Dark_4ce]

Sooo.... The plot thickens...

[WeatherOp]

You men the Adm's can't kill anyone and not get in trouble, yeah for the normal forum members.

[Unknown Target]

Sorry it's always taking so long lately. Real life concerns, and my want to finish that model I've been working on, have been taking over:

SCENE SEVENTY FOUR. INT. FORUM HEADQUARTERS – DAY.

We open to see SHRIKE standing in the center of the room, staring out the window, his hands folded behind his back. A weary look is on his face. A female ASSISTANT approaches him from behind and holds out a small folder in front of him.

ASSISTANT: Sir…? This is the report on the murder case you requested.

SHRIKE takes it, nodding. Opening it, he leafs through the first few pages. Turning back the ASSISTANT, he smiles.

SHRIKE: Thank you.

The ASSISTANT gives a cursory smile and bows slightly, wheeling around and moving out of the room. SHRIKE turns back to the papers and sighs.

SHRIKE: Why Sandwich…why…?

We zoom in on the papers, and cut to:

SCENE SEVENTY FIVE. INT. TRIBUNAL HEARING ROOM – DAY.

SANDWICH is standing in front of a large podium in a brightly lit room. Behind him sit the trial observers. The jury box is empty for a few minutes. SANDWICH flips the corner of a paper up and down between his fingers, waiting for them return. A few tense seconds past by, and then a door suddenly opens out of sight. The JURORS begin to file in, taking their seats. JUROR #1 stands and folds his arms behind him. Looking at the JUDGE with a stoic expression, he announces the sentence.

JUROR #1: We, the jury, have judged that SANDWICH is…

He pauses and looks at SANDWICH. Looking down, he sighs. At this SANDWICH looks away and down, the result already known to him by now.

JUROR #1: Guilty of first degree pre-meditated murder…

The courtroom erupts in chaos. People are shouting back and forth, supporting or opposing the verdict. JUROR #1 is still standing. As the JUDGE raps his gavel for order, JUROR #1 finishes the verdict.

JUROR #1: However…in light of SANDWICH’s rank and his contributions to this forum as a whole, we, the jury, recommend that he receive a lesser sentence.

He sits down, and the last cries fade away as the JUDGE turns to deliver the final sentence. Tense moments pass as he considers it carefully, looking at his hands. Finally, looking at the entire room, he speaks.
JUDGE: It is in the opinion of this court that the jury’s recommendations are well-founded and reasonable. Taking this into account, I alleviate the maximum penalty of life in prison, and instead sentence Sandwich to be stripped of all rights and privileges as an administrator, and is to be jailed for a period no less than twenty years. His transport is to arrive in three days. He is to be allowed full movement in the non-restricted sectors, so that he may make any arrangements that he deems necessary. Court is dismissed.

He slams down the gavel on his desk. As chaos erupts, we find SANDWICH, still seated in shock. Slowly, he sets his head in his hands and leans forward on the desk. We look at the desk, and see a single tear fall from his head and drop onto the desk, pooling in a small puddle beneath him. We fade to:

[TrashMan]

Keep it coming!

[Corsair]

The scene at the beginning of Shawshank Redemption comes to mind. Except that Andy got two life sentences...

[WeatherOp]

IT was Cobra I tell you, he killed Willy!:nervous: HANG HIM!:nod:

[Goober5000]

Sandwich was framed in the last story, too.  Do you have something against him, UT?

[aldo_14]

Ah God, it's like Judge Dredd all over again.......

[Grey Wolf]

No, it was suicide. Don't you trust the word of a grizzled old veteran?

[Tiara]

I don't trust geriatrics...

[Dark_4ce]

At least its not the one armed man... OR IS IT?!!

[Sandwich]

Originally posted by Goober5000
Sandwich was framed in the last story, too.  Do you have something against him, UT?

I was?

[Goober5000]

Well, the last version of the sequel, to be precise. According to him, it's an important part of the plot.

[RedgeTester]

I, for one, am enthrawled.

[Unknown Target]

Short, but hopefully sweet

Sorry this is so slow: real life problems, my modding, and other things are taking up my time. But I do have good news: I am trying to edit the first movie to make it better, and might publish it through cafepress for about five or ten bucks or so, if anyone wants it


SCENE SEVENTY SIX. INT. FORUM HEADQUARTERS – DAY.

GOOBER5000, STYXX, and COBALTSTARR are all sitting in their chairs around the central table, swinging back and forth slowly, deep in thought. The entire room is in a morose mood, the various forumites typing as slow as possible, some hitting one key at a time. COBALTSTARR coughs loudly.

COBALTSTARR: How’s the…um…how’s the Battlecruiser fleet…?

GOOBER5000, leaning on his arm, tosses a file to COBALTSTARR with a sideways casual glance, then looks back down at the table.

GOOBER5000: Latest recon images…looks like they’re holding position, like they’re waiting for something…

COBALTSTARR leafs through the file and shrugs.

COBALTSTARR: Oh…

He turns to look off into the distance. STYXX yawns loudly and gets up, stretching.

STYXX: Well…I’m gonna go out to grab a drink. Anyone want?

A chorus of disenchanted, listless grunts are his only reply. STYXX shakes his head and starts towards the door.

STYXX: Fine, only me then…

The door swooshes open an instant before he gets there, and in steps ADMINISTRATOR. The two nod cordially at each other, and STYXX steps out of the room, the door closing behind him. The other two admins turn to see their new arrival.

ADMINISTRATOR: Has anyone seen Shrike…?

The other administrators shake their heads solemnly. ADMINISTRATOR strides to the table and hands GOOBER5000 a small portfolio. GOOBER5000 takes it and leafs through it.

GOOBER5000: A transfer request…?

ADMINISTRATOR: Yes…to Sandwich’s old position as Defense Force leader. Could you see that Shrike gets it, please…?

GOOBER5000 forces a smile and sets the folder down next to him.

GOOBER5000: Of course.

ADMINISTRATOR nods and walks out of the room, the door shutting loudly behind him. GOOBER5000 gives the door a gruesome look and turns to COBALTSTARR.

GOOBER5000: He was sure quick to jump on the position, huh?

COBALTSTARR shrugs silently and gets up to go look at something on a display behind a sleeping forumite. GOOBER5000 shakes his head and turns to look at the folder. We look at it for a few seconds, then fade to: