Name: Mia Fey

Vehicle: Ol' Blue (When Mia got her first big raise from Grossberg, she celebrated by trading in her old war wagon that she swore was out to kill her with how many things about it were broken for a blue Acura ILX, a reliable vehicle that served her well until her death.)

Vehicle Armor: 2/5 (Mia may be the kind of person who tackles her problems head-on, but unlike her protégé, she isn't reckless. Therefore, her vehicle doesn't require a tremendous amount of defense.)

Vehicle Speed: 4/5 (If there's one thing that all of Mia's friends and family knows, it's that patience isn't her strong suit. Sure, Mia's typically a kind, understanding person, but if you keep her waiting or stand in the way of her objective, she'll show no mercy- something that Diego learned the hard way when he made the mistake of making her wait five extra minutes so he could style his hair on one occasion when his car was in the shop and they had to carpool to work, only to find himself running as fast as he could down the sidewalk in a vain attempt to catch his girlfriend's speeding vehicle. As such, two things shouldn't come off as a surprise: Mia can't stand slow vehicles, and that a by the end of his time dating his kitten, Diego knew that when she said to be ready at seven o'clock, she meant seven o'clock.)

Vehicle Handling: Tight (This isn't a just for Mia's personal safety, but rather for that of the city of Los Angeles as a whole. If Mia's vehicle couldn't weave in and out of traffic with ease, by the time she got back to her apartment building after a long day of work, she'd be bringing back at least ten people with her on the hood of her car and leaving several other vehicles overturned in the street.)

Special Weapon: 2/5 (The Fey Twins- Ever since puberty hit her like a truck at the age of nine, Mia's been fully aware of her… physique. As such, the busty defense attorney has never been afraid to use what nature gifted her with to her advantage. Though unfortunately for Mia, while her assets are quite effective at distracting/enticing young boys who have yet to learn about the birds and the bees, old men with strap fetishes, and Gumshoe, they have little to no effect on everyone else.)

Bio: My name is Mia Fey. I'm a defense attorney who fights for the innocent and helpless, all while trying to avenge my mother by taking down the crook who leaked her biggest failure to the press and ruined not just her life, but also mine and the rest of my family's… or I was until I was murdered by the very man I was trying to bring to justice. Thankfully, my protégé, Phoenix, managed to not only get the guy arrested, but also solve the case that had ruined my mother's reputation, stopped the ghost of my psycho cousin from killing my sister, and save countless other people along the way.

Still, while I couldn't be any prouder of Phoenix, I can't help but wonder what things would have been like if I could have been there to actually help him.


Despite facing fierce competition from the numerous other drivers, Mia Fey has managed to rise to the top and claim her place as the winner of Debauched Steel and has earned the opportunity to wish for nearly anything she can think of. And while the busty ex-attorney can't help but feel sorrow at seeing her friends and family- at least, the members who weren't piles of excrement disguised as human beings- die before her very eyes, she can at least find some happiness in the fact that she can not only undo their deaths, but make the world even better for them in the process.

However, upon being face-to-face with Kristoph, Mia can't help but wonder if he'll actually deliver on his promise on the grounds that contrary to the warm, inviting smile that she's wearing, the host of Debauched Steel's visage is currently marred with a cold scowl as he stares intensely at her- almost as if he's trying to bore a hole through her very soul with his gaze- with crossed arms. For the next few seconds, the air is filled with a tense, awkward silence which was suddenly broken by Mia.

"Hello, Mr. Gavin. I'm here for my wish." Mia politely states.

"I know why you're here, Ms. Fey." Kristoph curtly responds as he pushes up his glasses. "For you see, unlike you, I'm actually capable of a little thing known as 'thinking'." The demented host sneers. "Perhaps you should try more of that and less of flaunting around your breasts like the Whore of Babylon. Who knows? It might help you to not get murdered in your own office by giving you the insight to not accept a clock that's a duplicate of one that was used as the murder weapon in a trial that you were a part of not ten minutes earlier. Oh, right…! Never mind then."

"Ok, that was completely uncalled for!" Mia snaps. "What's your problem?!

"Fine, I'll tell you. And don't worry; I'll make sure to speak slowly so that your pea-sized mind can understand." Kristoph sighs in exasperation. "I hate you because you are the root of the majority of my life's problems: your protégé stole my client and then proceeded to dedicate seven years to bending and corrupting our legal system with the sole intention of destroying me, your sister has stabbed me in the hand with plastic utensils at multiple barbeques during my 'friendship' with Wright for having the audacity to reach for a burger, and worst of all, you brutally rejected me at my first job interview!"

"What are you talking about? I never interviewed you for a job!" Mia angrily responded. "Trust me, I would remember interviewing someone like you."

"In that case, your memory is as nonexistent as your top button. So allow me to remind you of the suffering that subjected me to.

The day was May 12, 2016, a Monday. I had just graduated from law school and passed the bar exam the previous week and was more than eager to start my work as a lawyer. However, despite my father being a renowned defense attorney who owned a firm that I had interned at throughout my college years, he refused to hire me on the grounds of wanting me to 'build character'. But luck was on my side, for as I was scrolling through defense attorney job ads online, I discovered that you, a young, talented attorney in your own right, had just opened your own firm and were looking for a protégé. And as if the situation couldn't have been anymore ideal, you were accepting walk-in interviews. As such, I wasted no time in bringing out my new messenger bag containing my laminated resume and running a lint brush through my aubergine velvet suit before-"

"Oh my God! That was YOU!?" Mia exclaims, her eyes wide with shock. "You were the purple suit guy?!"

"Aubergine, to be specific. But now do you remember me?"

"Trust me, Gavin, I could never forget even if I tried. I just couldn't recognize you without that hideous perm you had that, when combined with that suit you were wearing, made you look like the lovechild of Michael Jackson and the purple Teletubby!"

"I'll have you know, Ms. Fey, that I spent 600 dollars on that perm at one of Los Angeles' most elite salons the previous day in order to make a lasting impression on future employers- something that apparently was a wasted effort on the likes of you." Kristoph hisses with a venom-filled voice.

"Oh, no. Based on the fact that from that day forward, I've been haunted by a recurring nightmare in which you're chasing after me with that hair and that suit in your Prius that you kept bragging about, then mission accomplished." Mia wryly retorts. "And don't get me started on the ordeal that was the interview itself…"

"That interview was flawless and you know it!" Kristoph defensively roars.

"If by 'flawless', you mean that it was the worst interview ever in the history of interviews, then yes."

"Worst interview ever?" Kristoph scoffs. "Name one flaw you found."

"Hmm, let's see…" Mia mused as she cocked her head to the side in mock contemplation. "The first thing that came out of your mouth was, and I quote, 'What can you do for me?'. Then, you immediately transitioned into asking about the pay and vacation time, to which your response to my answers were that your father's firm is better."

"Well, excuse me for trying to establish a point of comparison." Kristoph snidely comments with a roll of his eyes.

"Then, during the actual interview, your answers would devolve into you going on a never-ending tangent about how great you are. For God's sake, you spent 40 minutes- no kidding- boasting about how you were the top student in the one semester of French 101 that you took back in your freshman year of college!"

"Hey, I worked hard in that class in order to master le langue d'amour in spite of my professor's constant efforts to oppose me." Kristoph defensively retorts with crossed arms as his left eye starts to twitch. "Why, if it wasn't for my professor always pairing me up with the most incompetent students for the verbal assignments, I would have had a perfect score in that class!"

"And that brings us to my next point: after you would finish stroking your overinflated ego, you would then go on about how someone was out to get you, like how you got an 87 on a test because the boy two seats to your left wore an off-putting cologne; or how you accidentally used the word 'their' instead of 'they're' when typing up a report because you were distracted by your computer beeping upon receiving an email about how the football game that was to be held that evening was canceled; or my personal favorite, how you got a 'C-' in your History of Journalism class because the professor was trying to fail you on the grounds that she thought that you were a closeted lesbian and was angry at how you were constantly rejecting her date offers."

"That doesn't change the fact that they were all true- especially the last one! You don't know how many times Professor Bosé would stop me after class, whisper how we needed to spend some girls' time together, and then try to get me to come to her office to enjoy a glass of wine with her over Wish me Away!"

"And like I said before, all throughout the interview, you kept on bringing up how you drive a Prius and acting like you were singlehandedly saving the world."

"I am protecting the environment!" Kristoph proclaims with a mixed tone of anger and pride.

"Protecting the environment!?" Mia exclaims, reeling back out of shock of just how hypocritical that previous statement was. "Look around you, Gavin!" The busty ex-defense attorney gestures to the burning ruins of what used to be L.A. "If you care about the environment, you wouldn't be reducing our world to a burning crater!"

"Well, if you continue to defame my character, I'll do the same to you!." Kristoph snarls as he glares daggers at Mia. "Now make your wish or I will use my powers to make that 'ordeal' of an interview seem like a soothing walk in the park by comparison!"

"Fine!" Mia snaps before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. "I want to help people as a defense attorney again. So for my prize, I wish that I was never killed by Redd White."

"Granted." Kristoph replies with a sinister grin."

The host of Debauched Steel raises his arms in the air, causing bolts of electricity to stream between his hands, emitting a blinding light. When the light diminishes, Mia finds herself behind her desk in the Fey and Co. Law Offices, which is covered in a mess of various papers.

My office…? Mia thinks to herself as she scans her surroundings. Did Gavin truly grant my wish? Is everything-

Though before the busty attorney can finish that thought, she's brought back to reality by one of the last voices she expected to hear.

"You're still here, Kitten? Honestly, sometimes I think that you love this office more than me." Diego, who's sporting white hair and visor with green lights at the eyes that nicely matches his red shirt and black tie, enters the office.

"Diego!?" Mia exclaims, reeling back out of shock to the point that her chair would have fallen back if it wasn't for her boyfriend quickly catching it and returning it to its proper position. "B-But I thought that you were dead!"

"Well, so did I until I woke up from that nasty coma a year ago. And to tell you the truth, with what that succubus' poison did to my nervous system, I can't help but feel that a part of me did die…" Diego sighs as he gently places a hand on the cold metal side of his visor so as to make sure that he isn't in some kind of sad nightmare. "But even though the color green no longer exists in my world, knowing that I have you by my side gives me the strength to move past that and pick up where we left off: defending the helpless and making sure that no one ever has to endure the trials and tribulations that we've experienced."

"Aw, Diego…!" Mia chirps, hugging her boyfriend as he takes a sip of coffee from his mug. "You do have feelings beneath that rugged exterior and all that coffee you drink!"

"So does that mean you aren't going to dump me and run off to Vegas with the office to elope?" Diego smirks, earning a playful slap from his girlfriend in the process.

"Only if you promise not to do the same with the coffee maker." Mia playfully retorts.

"Fair enough." The coffee-loving attorney matter-of-factly replies. "Though seriously, Kitten, I'm a bit worried about you. I know how much you love helping people as a defense attorney- especially with Redd Herringsway's trial being only a few days away- but you need to know when to take a break. As someone who lost five years, trust me when I say that a life dedicated solely to one aspect, to one goal, at the cost of those around you is no life at all."

"Redd Herringsway?" Mia asks with a confused look on her face.

"If forgetting who your own client is isn't a sign that you need to go home, watch a movie with your handsome boyfriend, and get some sleep, then I don't know what is." Diego chuckles as he takes a swig from his mug. "After all, everyone in the nation knows who Herringsway is- if not for his novels, then for how he's being arrested under suspicion of being Dr. Verklempt."

"Dr… Verklempt?"

"You know, Mockingbird's arch enemy who has become one of, if not the most, dangerous criminals in L.A. due to how they use stolen GYAXA tech to manipulate the emotions of others and essentially force them to become their puppets? Well, after their most recent fight with Verklempt, Mockingbird managed to unmask them, revealing them to be our defendant. Though in addition to that, the police suspect our client on the grounds that Verklempt is the name of a character in one of his earlier, more obscure novels who- you guessed it- was a criminal who terrorized his town. Now, you're already familiar with all the reasons why I feel that these charges are faulty, but in your current state, I think it would be best if I repeated them over dinner. This trial will be difficult even if you're familiar with all the facts- especially since Edgeworth's the prosecution, and from what I've heard, he's taking a real interest in this case for some reason."

"Edgeworth's prosecuting this case?" Mia asks with crossed arms and a hint of concern in her voice, unsure about whether or not in this reality Edgeworth was the warrior of truth that Phoenix knew or the Demon Prosecutor that she had met during her first trial.

"Remind me never to get on your bad side." Diego wryly remarks. "I know that Edgeworth wasn't the embodiment of good ethics during Terry Fawles' trial- trust me, I still can't help but feel my blood boil whenever I think about that case myself- but you know as well as I do that the man changed for the better after the Phoenix Wright murder case. Remember how shortly after that, he helped you bring Redd White to justice, as well as prove that Manfred von Karma, the vampire disguised as a prosecutor, was the true culprit of DL-6?"

"Wait, Phoenix Wright was murdered! How did that happen?!" Mia exclaims, tears forming in her eyes as she grabs the collar of her boyfriend's shirt in order to bring him down to eyelevel with her.

"Yes, Mia, Phoenix Wright was murdered." Diego answers with an exasperated sigh. "You know, the victim of your second case when Doug Swallow was accused of poisoning his lunch? The one where you proved that our favorite witchy bitch, Dahlia Hawthorne, was the true culprit? Now can we please leave? I picked up your sister from Kurain liked you asked and I don't want to be on the receiving end of her wrath because I made her wait for burgers due to her big sis needing in-depth exposition about the last five years because she's not getting enough rest."

"Ok, Diego." Mia snickers at the idea of her big, strong boyfriend who deals with crazy clients and witnesses on a daily basis is afraid of her bubbly sister. "I of all people know how scary Maya can get when she's hungry, so let's head out to Big Willy's. But while we're eating, I have a lot of questions that you'll be answer."

"Fair enough. And I'll be making sure that you still know your own name and address."

Though as soon as Mia gets up from her seat and she and her boyfriend start walking towards the office door, they're stopped in their tracks by a loud boom coming from outside the building, prompting the two attorneys to run over to the center window, where, much to their horror, they see Diego's coffee-brown Esperante Spyder GT in a ball of flames illuminating the building's parking lot.

"Maya! My car! My trunk full of Armando Blend #102!" Diego screams at the top of his lungs as he slams a fist against the glass.

"How did this happen!?" Mia yells out. Though as the busty attorney is busy trying to get a grasp of the situation, she doesn't notice a flash of red in the sky near the office. But fortunately for her, her boyfriend is much more observant.

"Look out!" Diego shouts, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend and jumping to the side, moving them both to safety as two broad red beams hit the center window, causing it and the nearby wall to be caught in an explosion that covers the room in a cloud of dust.

Though within the dust cloud, the two attorneys can see a man of average height with two large angel-like wings on his back land at the entrance of the newly-formed hole, his bright red eyes shining through the powdered stone and glass.

"Mia Fey and Diego Armando… You two don't know how long I've waited for this encounter." A voice that Mia knows all too well sinisterly remarks with a hint of bitterness.

"Phoenix!?" Mia exclaims, her eyes becoming saucer-sized as she takes a step back.

"Correct, Ms. Fey. It's me, Phoenix Wright; though you can call me The Phoenix…" Phoenix states as the smoke clears, revealing his appearance which is quite the contrast from the optimistic, lovable goof that Mia knows. Instead of his typical blue suit, Phoenix is wearing a reddish-orange bodysuit with a feather pattern, complimenting his steel shoes and gloves that both resemble a pair of talons, as well as the large mechanical wings on his back that each have a hole in the center containing a moderate-sized propeller and what appears to be miniature rocket thrusters on the ends. Though arguably, the more striking changes in Phoenix's appearance are his jet-black hair now being snow-white and the front and sides of the upper half of his head and face being covered with metal plating, his eyes being replaces with two red circles that zoom in and out, not unlike a pair of night-vision goggles. "Because like a Phoenix, I have risen from the ashes of death, returning from the depth of Hell to get revenge on the two of you… to make you suffer like I have." Phoenix growls, holding up his left hand to reveal that he's holding Maya, who's covered in severe burns and cuts and is struggling to remain conscious.

"Mia… Help…" Maya weakly call out as she glances over at her sister.

"Maya! What do you plan on doing to her, you feathered freak!?" Diego snarls, squeezing the mug in his hand to the point of it starting to crack.

"Like I said, Mr. Armando, I'm going to make the two of you suffer like I have. Your girlfriend here killed my Dollie with her false accusations, so I'm going to return the favor by killing her precious little sister!"

"Phoenix, please listen! Those weren't false accusations! Dahlia really poison you and she got what she deserved! Now please let Maya go and we can talk-" Mia tries to plead, only to be interrupted by her friend-turned-villain.

"Objection!" Phoenix roars with an outstretched arm. "My Dollie couldn't take a poop, let alone a life! I should know because she and I had a connection and I won't allow you to drag her good name through the mud! So say goodbye to your sister, Ms. Fey!" The villain snarls, holding Maya up in the air and directing his gaze at the young spirit medium, prompting his eyes to start glowing.

"Not if I have anything to say about it, Trite!" Diego exclaims, sprinting forward and slamming his mug into the side of Phoenix's head, causing the coffee cup to shatter and the villain to reel back, dropping Maya in the process, who proceeds to limp towards Mia as fast as she can.

"Go, Mia! Take Maya and get out of here! I'll handle this overgrown turkey!" The coffee-loving attorney demands as takes advantage of Phoenix's distracted state to put the man in a headlock.

"But what about you?" Mia asks with much concern in her voice.

"Don't worry about me. I'll have this bird's feathers plucked in no time. You just focus on getting your sister and yourself to safety!" Diego grunts as Phoenix breaks free from the headlock and fires two narrow beams from his eyes at his foe, which Diego doges by ducking, causing them to hit and cut through the wall behind him like a hot knife through butter, before countering with a swift uppercut, followed by a sharp left hook that knocks the man back. And while this is happening, Mia takes one last look at Diego before heeding her boyfriend's request and leaving the room with Maya.

Seeing that the Fey sisters have now left the office, Diego tries to go all-out on Phoenix, bringing his fist back before attempting to deliver a powerful blow to his opponent's jaw, only for the villain to block the attack by grabbing his fist.

"You're quite the loyal man, and I respect that…" Phoenix nonchalantly remarks with a devious undertone as Diego tries to punch him with his other fist, only for it to be grabbed as well. "Yes, loyal and formidable, but also foolhardy." The villain causes the talons on his hands to extend out, stabbing right through his adversary's hands, causing the coffee-loving attorney to scream out in pain as his blood drips off the ends of his talons, forming small crimson pools at his feet. "Time for you to take flight." Phoenix snidely comments before spinning in a circle, causing Diego's hands to rip off of the talons as his body flies forward, only stopping when he back hits Mia's desk which breaks in half on contact.

Of course, being the determined man that he is, Diego gets back up on his feet, albeit with a bit of difficulty, his posture slightly hunched over as he stares at his foe whose red eyes are glowing once more.

"Goodbye, Mr. Armando…" Phoenix sneer as he fires two broad beams at Diego, engulfing him in an explosion that practically destroys his body, his life ending with one final scream. "Or should I say Mr. Armandon't. Now to finish the job."


"C'mon, Maya! We have to move faster!" Mia pleads to her sister as they slowly make their way to the elevator at the other end of the hall.

"I'm trying, Sis! I'm really am! But that Phoenix guy hurt me pretty badly when he blew up the car!" Maya whimpers as she struggles to limp faster.

Though before the duo can make it any farther, they're suddenly grabbed from behind by Phoenix, Mia's right arm in his left hand and Maya's left in his right, before he blasts two broad beams at a nearby door and then two more at the back wall in the room behind it, creating an exit that allows him to fly him and the two women out of the building and high up into the air.

"Any last words before I send you and your sister to where you sent my Dollie, Ms. Fey?" Phoenix asks with venom in his voice.

"Please, Phoenix…" Mia softly pleads, tears starting to form in her eyes. "This isn't like you. You aren't some heartless villain who would ever hurt anyone. You're kind, caring man who wants to help people. So please, Phoenix, you may have suffered, but it's not too late. Please, let me help you go back to being the man you were."

"I'm sorry, Ms. Fey, but people change." Phoenix solemnly comments. "For example, you and your sister are about to become pancakes on the street."

"Not if I have anything to say about it!" A voice heroically calls out.

"Who said that?" Phoenix asks as he scans his environment in an attempt to find the source of the voice.

"I did." The voice replies as a man dressed in a maroon spandex suit with a cravat on the torso and a mockingbird head-shaped mask who is wearing his feathered cape not unlike a poncho, allowing him to flying like a bird by flapping his arms. "For I am Mockingbird, defender of justice and the truth! Now put those two girls down and turn yourself in peacefully or I will bring you to prison by force!"

"As you wish." Phoenix sneers before letting go of the Fey sisters, causing them to plummet towards the ground, prompting Mockingbird to fly down after them, only to be stopped by Phoenix swooping down and delivering a right hook to his jaw. However, despite losing a bit of altitude, the bird hero is able to keep himself aloft.

Mockingbird and Phoenix proceed to fight each other with a series of punches and kicks as they soar through the air like two hawks competing for a shrew, with the latter using his laser blasts and the former using maroon-colored steel projectiles in the shape of feathers when a gap starts to form between them. Though as the fight progresses, Mockingbird constantly tries to fly down to save the Fey sisters, only to be stopped by Phoenix every time, resulting in the final sight that Maya and Mia ever witness being the black cement of the street before their bodies slam into it and their worlds being reduced to darkness with the snap of breaking bones.

Meanwhile, Kristoph is observing the scene from atop the Fey and Co. Law Offices roof while enjoying a bag of unbuttered, lightly-salted popcorn.

"Don't fear the enemy that bashes your skull in, but the friend who causes you to fall to your death." Kristoph sneers before turning to the camera. "I am Kristoph Gavin, and I thank you for watching Debauched Steel."


A/N: I would like to thank Muhammad Sban for submitting the idea for this chapter. Though while on the topic of readers, here's my reply to a guest reviewer.

DJJ680: Klavier and Kristoph had to get their looks and mannerisms from somewhere, right?