Sheriff Daylon's Story

In the witness stand, the old Soruk propped himself up with one elbow, as if settling in for the explanations owed. His arms were thin against the wood of the podium, distant images of a warrior from a planet long forgotten. “Yes,” He said, taking a shuddering breath. “Because they stole material and resources the Detente had intended to help my planet to instead, destroy it. The deaths of foreign dignitaries were 'secondary casualties' that allowed them to seize the materiel needed to build their weapon.” He then went on.

Vanessa nodded.

The Vankoryth Detente had been sabotaged. A bad domino effect of technological advancement had been set off; but, at whose hand first?

"Are there any members of Hemlok Group present, in the Wing City High Court? Can you identify them?"

Draven himself had gotten antsy as the cross-examination went on, shifting in his seat slightly, yet trying his best to remain stoic. The idea of being infected, of changing was enough to even make a veteran's skin crawl. An entire planet subjected to what is essentially a supernatural take on a bioweapon. And this man was one of its victims. These proceedings had gone from bad to worse. Was there nothing to be done for this man? Was this his final plea as a human being?

"Can't we do something for him..?" Eurydice said to Draven.

Draven let out a sigh and, instead of answering, just opened his coat and took out a vanilla folder from his coat, a file from which papers he had copied for these proceedings. Though nowhere near as heavy as a full world infestation incident, it was still relevant... and important to Terra. On its cover was Operation Stygian Reverie. Seeing these, there was notable discomfort from Reverencia.

"Sure you want this?" Draven whispered to her.

"Gonna... gonna have to face my bogeymen eventually, luv," she whispered back, a notable hesitation in her voice. "Might as well be today."

Hannibal steadied himself before the microphone. “The man known as Zosimos - Hemlok framed him as the one that released the contagion in a diplomatic summit that killed a hundred and thirteen people. This was before the war began in earnest,” He twisted his torso to be more comfortable as he hovered by the microphone.

Lewis withdraws a notebook from his coat, a smaller, leatherbound one. He begins writing down the things gone over that haven't already faded from his memory, something he should have been doing when the trial started. That was why he was here, after all.
- full vampiric obtainment of a planet, unknown time range. Planet is Tibra, year 2589. Look into ICON records?
- Hemlok Group. Genetic manipulators? Made "sanguiphage." Stole "aid" materials from the Vankoryth detente, turned into virus/bioweapon. Possible puppet group? Unknown. Research if public organization.
- Hemlok framed Zosimos?
- Find Bruno Babich in Int-Planet travel records, run facial recog if false names are being used. Possible alteration of appearance so identify vehicles, find contacts on Terra. See about interrogation, look into police records for the guy and his coworkers
- Potential that this witness (Hannibal Hattar, age unk, Gardenite) is bullshitting? Follow him to where he's staying and talk to him about it after looking into security. Might need to dress well. Look into his military records if anything is public.
- False terrorism? Potential to damage rep of Vankoryth is strange if they are a puppet group. Don't know about testimony but an attack made by a foreign group to blame the Detente would look bad until it was proved innocent (unless this is a long-play deal)

At the bottom of the page, after writing most of the things he could find about the court, he writes a message to himself.

- Look into what D17 is later. Might be related to Detente, potential puppet organization. One member I've interacted with, might be grander scale than first thought. Record names and interactions, involvement with local govnt, motives, etc. Either visit a website or find a guy who forgets to check his closet
He feels satisfied with what he has down, quietly shutting the book before anyone can get a long look at it, staring up at the front of the room.