A/N: All I know about this is that it was funny when I first thought it up. I'll leave it to you guys to judge me.

On this particular bright and relaxing morning, Chief Prosecutor Miles Edgeworth has finally found time in his oh-so busy schedule for a day off. Here he is, seated in the comfort of his luxurious brand office chair - read, throne - and enjoying a refreshing cup of Darjeeling tea.

Aaand all this peace and quiet is cut short when he receives a phone call. Puzzled, he fetches for the receiver and sets it to his ear.

"Chief Prosecutor's Office, Miles Edgeworth speaking."

It's a woman's voice that comes up. "Congratulations, Mr. Edgeworth! You've been selected for a special offer!"

A bubble of doubt has begun to form in his mind, but out of courtesy, he doesn't hang up just yet.

"Who is this, and what sort of offer are you talking about?"

"Oh, please! You don't need to know who we are. You just need to know how awesome this job we have for you!"

"No, I am certain that I need to know who you are. This line leads directly to my office and is not normally accessible to the occasional marketers. How did you get this number?"

"We have ways... but that's not important right now! What is, is-"

"Listen here. If I don't get any form of identification this instant, I will use everything in my power to locate the source of this call and have you arrested on the spot for misconduct and tampering of communication lines. Is that what you want?"

"Oh, don't be such a fuss, Edgey! Trust me, we're cool with the Prosecutor's Office, really. They let us in."

"...I swear to all that is holy that if this is actually Larry on the other side of the line, there will be hell on earth..."

"Oh, speaking of Harry, he just so happened to be available as your pilot!"

"My what? I never called for a pilot!"

"Well, you may not have yet, but we did it for you! You're gonna take a cruise across the Pacific Ocean to the motherland of video games: Japan!"

"As I was saying, I never scheduled a trip anywhere today. And above all, I will not board a flight that is piloted by Larry of all people! He doesn't even have a flying license!"

"We gave him one. Temporary, of course."

"No, no, no! Aircraft licenses are not simply 'given away'. One has to qualify for them first! This flight could prove hazardous to my health! And his, for that matter..."

"And that's why it's a specially built jetliner that already has its coordinates programmed in. Even if he tried his darnedest to mess up the flight plan, it won't go off course!"

"...Then why hire anyone as a pilot in the first place? No, better yet, you still haven't explained yourselves! Who are you, how did you get access to this number, and what insane plan are you trying to drag me into!?"

There's a sigh and a quiet murmur heard over the phone. Finally, someone else, seems to be a man, answers in the woman's place: "We are representatives of the Ace Attorney department at the video game company Capcom, Ltd., US branch. We own all rights to this franchise, including the property you stand on. That is all."

Edgeworth goes completely silent. It's not only because he's at a loss for words; it's also because some mysterious force has now clamped down on his vocal cords and is literally preventing him from arguing back.

There's another exchange of murmurs across the connection, and the previous caller has picked it up again. "Sorry about that. We had to make a few arrangements, it seems. So, do we have a deal or not?"

"..."

"...Hello? Wait, did someone forget to unlock the sound? ...Tch, dang interns."

After a bit of jostling about, someone did something, and that strange, inexplicable force that had clamped down on his throat vanishes without a trace. Poor Edgeworth almost suffocated, though. He's on the floor gasping for breath.

"Whoops, sorry about that again! You okay?"

He manages to climb back into his seat somehow. "...What manner of beings are you?"

"Welp, he seems to be doing fine now! Okay, so here's the heads-up, Mr. Edgeworth: This is a very important job that will mark a new milestone in the history of this franchise. Whenever you're ready, please stop by the Hope Springs Airport, International Flights. You will meet with an agent there who will escort you to the correct flight. From there, we want you to head to our HQ in Tokyo, Japan, retrieve a certain disk encoded with classified data on the latest game release, and return here in the States. And don't worry! Our agents at HQ will have everything prepared for your arrival, so there's not much else you need to do!"

"...May I ask something first?"

"Shoot."

"Why have I, personally, been selected for this job? If you people really are who you say you are, then why not just send one of your members? You have the resources and people..."

"Yeah, but then we thought over it again and decided that this would make an exciting adventure for you."

Edgeworth pounds on his desk in frustration. This is the most humiliating thing he's heard thus far, and that's saying something.

"Anyway, thanks again! We're counting on you!"

"W-wait. Don't I get any say in this matter...?"

"If you have any more questions, please ask them now."

"...So, no matter what I say now, you're still going to send me off on this, as you put it, 'adventure'?"

"Yep."

"Am I going alone or with a companion?"

"Well, you'll start your journey alone, but along the way, you may find people who will help you. Rest assured, no matter what dangers you may face, these three warriors will try their utmost to defend you to the end!"

"...This is an automated flight, correct? What dangers are you talking about?"

"Well, it wouldn't be an adventure if all you had to do was fly over to Japan and pick something up, would it?"

"..."

"So, good luck on your journey! And remember: no matter what happens, we will be watching over you from beyond the screen..."

"What 'screen'? You're making less and less sense..."

"Ta-tah!"

And with that, the phone clicks off. Edgeworth sits there, filled with both a tranquil rage and utter bewilderment. On one hand, it could all very well be a prank some department members decided to pull, but on the other hand... there was something that clamped down on his throat and nearly strangled him. Just what is going on here!?

In any case, it may prove dangerous to defy them. He takes a deep breath, having little choice in the matter anyway, and tidies up his desk before he takes his leave.

A/N: Yaaaay, I have no idea what's going to happen next! I'm winging it as I go! This is probably not a good combination, but eh, who cares at this point?

P.S. I've gone back to the first episode of The Spectral Chronologies, and I'm considering a rewrite of the current story. What do you guys think? At least I think it has room for improvement, especially by the end. Besides, I'm taking a completely different route this time! Look forward to it!