(A/N: Sorry for the wait guys, but I had loaned out my Ork Codex to my best friend. I'll try to be more consistent for later chapters, but first I need a proper name for the criminal. After that, I'm sure I can get chapters out easier)

Slashy-Stab, Trucy, and Apollo re-entered Defendant Lobby #2, with Slashy-Stab still carrying the Slugga. "Ey humie," he said. "Tanks fer getting' me Slugga back. Iz owe ya."

"I'm gonna have to ask for that back though," Apollo replied. "Nothing personal, just that its evidence, and we can't have the defendant walking around armed." Oh god…don't shoot me…

Slashy-Stab started thinking for about ten seconds, and then replied, "Sure fing, humie. You'z da 'ttorney roun' ere. I tink dat youz know dese 'leeegal proceedings' more den I do." Slashy-Stab handed back the oversized pistol to Apollo, who promptly filed it away into the Court Record.

Wow…this is actually working out a lot easier than I thought it would be…lucky me, I guess…

Trucy decided to ask, "Hey…uh…Slashy-Stab…"

"Yeah?" Slashy-Stab replied.

"Why is your nickname the way it is?"

"Da Kommandos giv' nicknames off of what da Ork does best. Iz got me name cuz' Iz good wiv slashin' an stabbin'. 'Ad a coupla Grods who wuz real shooty-like. Dey wuz given da nickname of 'Dakka-blasta'."

Orks have a very high lack of creativity when it comes to nicknames, I guess… Apollo thought to himself.

"Huh," Trucy replied. "So, do the other Orks like what you do?"

Slashy-Stab thought for a couple of seconds, and then replied, "Da Gork if'n I know. Personally, I dun care what dem uvva Boyz tink o' me. Most o' dem Boyz tink I'z an untrustworthy git cuz I'm a Blood Axe."

"A…Blood Axe?" Apollo asked, a bit confused.

"You'z got dat Codex, right? Da Blood Axes are wun o' da biggest Ork Klans out dere. Look 'em up."

Apollo nodded and grabbed the Ork codex. Flipping around the book for a bit, he found what he was looking for. The details basically listed that the Blood Axes were a clan that actually employed tactics, used camouflage, and openly worked with humans, giving them an untrustworthy reputation among the other Orks. The quote at the beginning said, "Us Blood Axes have learnt a lot from da humies. How best ta kill 'em, fer example." The one who said this quote was named, "Korporal Snagbrat of the Dreadblade Kommandos".

Well, at least he's in a clan that won't kill me off the bat…Apollo thought.

"Oi, humie…" Slashy-Stab said.

"Yeah?"

"I tink I'z got an idea of 'ow yer 'leegal system' werks. I tink dat you'z betta ask dis 'weetness' about 'o da Gork 'e saw, cuz it wuzn't me, dat much I'm sher uv."

"I'll take that under advisement," Apollo replied. Actually, that does sound like a good idea. Who did that guy see?

When the trial resumed, the Judge slammed his gavel down on the ground, and stated, "Court is back in session. Prosecutor Gavin, is your witness ready?"

Gavin nodded. "As sure as he'll ever be, Herr Judge," he answered. "The prosecution calls the only witness to the crime to the stand." A man stood up and walked over to the witness stand, obviously nervous at Slashy-Stab. He was wearing a basic business suit, and had blonde hair. "Witness, name and occupation."

The man stared at Slashy-Stab with a look of fear in his eyes. He managed to snap out of it and said, "Edwin Alvaro. I…uh…I work over at the local mall. Just a clerk."

Slashy-Stab looked at Hannes as if trying to read him. "I sur az Gork dun know dis guy," he said.

Edwin recoiled a bit, as if expecting Slashy-Stab to lash out at him. "I…I'm sorry…I just…I'm a bit intimidated by the defendant…"

The Judge nodded his head in agreement. "Yes, he is a bit…frightening," he said.

"Oi, wuz dat sappost ta mean?" Slashy-Stab asked, with a completely honest tone of voice.

The Judge recoiled a bit. "Nothing, nothing."

"Alright den humie."

Gavin said, "Witness, describe the crime itself to us."

Edwin nodded. "Uh…sure thing…" He stopped for a moment, trying to recollect the crime scene, and began his testimony. "I was walking back home with the victim, as we normally do, when we turned into the alleyway. I had forgotten that it was a dead end, so we turned around to exit when we saw somebody in the way. I quickly ducked behind a nearby trash can, though the victim wasn't quite as quick on the uptake. The man just walked right towards her, without saying a word. She tried to run, but there was no way out. When she was cornered, she asked the man what he wanted with her. All he did was shoot her in the head with a pistol, and promptly left, completely ignoring me. Like any citizen would, I called up the police and quickly ran."

Strange…there's nothing odd about his testimony, but my bracelet isn't activating either. He must be telling the truth…Apollo thought. Guess I'll just have to press him for details…Apollo shot a glance at Slashy-Stab, who seemed to be deep in thought.

The Judge nodded his head. "Seems straightforward to me. The defense may cross-examine the witness," he commanded, punctuating his order with his gavel.

Edwin started up his testimony again. "I was walking back home with the victim, as we normally do, when we turned into the alleyway," he stated.

"HOLD IT!" Apollo cried out. "How long have you known the victim?"

"About…10, 20 years maybe. We went to college together. Nice girl, such a sad thing that she died…"

Nothing of note there…

"I had forgotten that it was a dead end, so we turned around to exit when we saw somebody in the way."

"HOLD IT! Please describe this person for the court."

Edwin gulped, but answered, "I didn't get a good look at him, but he was tall, at least six feet. He seemed to be wearing some weird suit. His head was covered by some kind of helmet, and the pauldrons were extremely oversized. Other than that, I can't say anything else; it was kinda dark at the time."

"Oi humie," Slashy-Stab said. "Dis seems important. Tink 'e should add it ta 'iz testimony?"

Apollo nodded. "Please append this to your testimony," he said.

Edwin nodded, and continued. "Whoever it was, he was at least six feet tall and was covered from head to toe in some kind of suit with oversized pauldrons and a helmet covering his head."

"OBJECTION!" Apollo cried out. "Well, this certainly seems odd to me."

Edwin had visibly flinched at Apollo's cry. "W-What are you talking about? I told you just what I saw!"

Apollo nodded. "Indeed. Take a good look at the witness though," he said, trying to sound calmer. "Does he look anything like the guy you were describing?"

Edwin started to think, eyeing over Slashy-Stab as best as he could. "Come to think of it…no…the guy wasn't nearly as…built…as the defendant. And I'm sure I wouldn't have forgotten his green skin. Plus, he's slouching, when the man didn't do that."

Slashy-Stab nodded. "Just az I taught. I tink I know 'o youz talkin' bout, humie," he said, with a slightly annoyed look on his face.

The Judge was obviously confused, but said, "You're sure, Slashy-Stab? Who do you think did it?"

"'Iz name 'scapes me at dis 'ere momen'. But I'll know 'im wen I'z see 'im."

"OBJECTION!" cried Klavier. "Perhaps you're forgetting something, Herr Forehead. This person was wearing a full suit. It would've been impossible to determine any features from him."

"OBJECTION!" Apollo replied, at the top of his lungs. "It would be more than possible to determine at least the basic build of the defendant! I mean, come one, he's friggen' huge!"

"OI!" Slashy-Stab yelled. "I tink dat we'z at leas' got somfing ta work wiv 'ere. I tink dat we'z gonna need annuva day ta work fings out."

The Judge closed his eyes, thinking hard about the situation. When he opened them, he said, "I am inclined to agree with the defense on this one. It would be very difficult to mistake the defendant's size for anyone else's." He slammed his gavel down on his desk. "This court will reconcile tomorrow. I expect both the prosecution and the defense to work on figuring out how this mysterious figure is."