That was a fun chapter. Anyway, back to inmate antics! I have no idea what's going to happen this chapter.

By the way, my sister and I played the first trilogy on the Switch and while we did we read all the dialogue using voices. My sister did Damon Gant's voice and she gave him a really high-pitched nasally voice so I can no longer envision him with any other voice. His scenes get much funnier if you think of him with a higher-pitched voice.

Chapter 7 – Launching Many Ships

After the rather pleasant visit from Klavier and Apollo, Kristoph dreaded having to go back to his cell and face Matt again. Or any of the other inmates for that matter. Engarde was enthusiastically waiting for him when he returned to the cell and Kristoph sighed with annoyance.

"Did ya miss me, handsome?" Matt asked, flinging an arm around Kristoph's shoulders before he had the chance to move.

"No," Kristoph hissed at him, "Get away from me."

Instead of complying, Matt moved to kiss him, which just earned him a harsh shove, pushing Engarde away. With a sigh, Kristoph started to go back to his own bed when he suddenly heard someone calling out to him.

"Hey! Hey Gavvy! Come here!" Damon Gant was shouting from across the hall. Kristoph turned and blinked at him then walked over to the edge of his cell.

"Are you referring to me?" he asked.

"Well, who else do you know who's nickname is Gavvy?" Gant wandered.

"No one," Kristoph replied, "Including myself."

"Exactly. Anyway Gavvy, I heard you had a visitor today," Damon went on as if totally missing the reason for Kristoph's confusion, "How'd that go?"

Kristoph stared at him for several moments trying to figure out how he should react. "Um, it went ok, I guess," he replied eventually, "My brother and my former protégé came to sort through a bunch of stuff from our old house."

"Ooh! Your brother!" Matt cooed, "Is he as hot as you?" Kristoph rolled his eyes.

"Most people would say he's hotter and better looking than me," he answered. Matt clicked his tongue.

"You know what? I don't believe that," he said, "You're way too handsome."

"He's a former rock star, you know," Kristoph pointed out and immediately regretted it. Why am I talking up Klavier to this guy? It's not like I'm trying to hook them up!

"Is he gay?" Matt asked hopefully.

"He's not going to sleep with you, der trottel!" Manfred von Karma suddenly shouted from his cell he shared with Luke Atmey. Kristoph had almost forgotten he had existed. Apparently von Karma was getting just as fed up with Engarde as he was.

Matt frowned and stomped over to the bars and glared over at von Karma. "Oh yeah? Why not?" he called angrily.

"Plenty of reasons," von Karma argued, "One, you are in prison."

"Two, he doesn't know you," Luke Atmey added, coming to stand beside his cellmate.

"Three, I would never let you anywhere near my brother," Kristoph growled from behind Engarde, "And forth, he's already pining after someone else."

Suddenly there was a lot of scrambling noises coming from the cell next door as if someone was trying to get up in a hurry. Then Kristoph heard Daryan's out-of-breath voice.

"What do you mean Klavier is pining after someone else?" he growled, "Who's the dead person?"

Shit, I shouldn't have said that, Kristoph thought to himself. "Why would I ever tell you?" he said out loud, "My brother's business is his own. Besides, it's not as if you can do anything about it."

Daryan scoffed. "He better hope I don't find out who it is, who he thought he could replace me with," he snarled, "Because I'll rip them to shreds! And it damn well better not be that fucking attorney who Klavier's after! Or I'll fuck him and force Klavier to watch!"

Kristoph flinched and was glad that Daryan couldn't see him. Even though he knew Crescend couldn't hurt Apollo while he was in prison, he had no doubt he would make good on his threat if he could. And even though Apollo was the one responsible for sending him to jail, Kristoph still felt protective of his former apprentice.

He still had those fond memories of him, despite what had happened.

"You need to chill out, Chrissy!" Gant suddenly laughed from his cell, "You'll give yourself a hernia with all that rage."

"What did you call me?" Daryan snapped.

"You all need to settle down!" someone from above Kristoph's cell called, "If you make too much noise you might attract the guards! Then I'll never make my escape!"

Another person above sighed. "Sahwit, you told me your plan and it sucks," the person said, "It's stupid and ridiculous and will never work."

"Ha! Says you!" Sahwit laughed.

Kristoph sighed and rubbed his eyes. How did he get stuck in a block with the loudest and most annoying people ever? He would prefer having to listen to his brother's band practice and Apollo's chords of steel training together than having to put up with this.

Thankfully, the screaming and yelling went down as the prisoners were let out for dinner. As Kristoph slowly shuffled behind the other prisoners, he was suddenly and violently shoved into the wall by Daryan. He glared after the ex-rock star as Engarde rushed to his side.

"Are you all right?" he asked worriedly. Kristoph continued glaring before he sighed.

"Yeah," he replied. Shaking Engarde off, he went to the cafeteria with his cellmate following behind.

Kristoph found an isolated table to sit at, hoping the others wouldn't find him. Those hopes were quickly dashed when not only did Godot, White, Gant, Tigre, and Engarde immediately find him and join him, but von Karma, Luke Atmey, and two others he had never seen before came over. He growled silently to himself.

"Counselor, why must we wordlessly wearily wander or way between tables every mealtime?" Atmey was asking von Karma, "It's positively preposterous!"

"Because I'm trying to get away from you," von Karma growled at him, taking a seat next to Redd White. Atmey huffed but sat down anyway.

The two newcomers whom Kristoph didn't know took a seat on the side next to him that Engarde wasn't occupying. Gant smirked at them.

"Frank Sahwit and Richard Wellington, I presume?" he said. They looked surprised.

"Well yes," Frank replied, his nasally voice somewhat grating, "But how did you know?"

"I used to be the police chief," Gant explained, "I know everything. Also, your cell is right over Gavvy's there and I heard you guys call each other Frank Sahwit and Richard Wellington."

"Stop calling me that," Kristoph muttered. He really wished he had found a dark corner to eat in. Why did these people keep following him?

"Well, soon you'll be calling me 'free as a bird' because I have a full-proof plan to blow this joint!" Sahwit sneered, "Then you'll never see me here again!"

Richard scoffed. "That's what you said last night," he pointed out, "And the night before. And the night before that. And the night before that. In yet you're still here." Frank glared at him.

"So I had a few duds. But this is the REAL full-proof plan! This time I'll get out for sure!" he declared.

"You probably would have already gotten out if you didn't keep trying to escape," Godot explained, "Judging by how many times your cellmate here says you've tried to fly the coop, I'd say you've got another fifty years or so?"

"I don't know why you would even want to escape," Kristoph muttered, "Sure, freedom is desirable to being here, but why you want to be on the lam? Constantly being hunted down like an animal, never able to trust anyone, always being on the move. You would have to change everything about yourself to avoid being caught."

"So, you wouldn't escape from prison if given the chance?" Matt asked, rather surprised. Kristoph shook his head.

"No," he replied, "Besides, there's nothing on the outside for me anyway."

"What catastrophic nonsense!" White bellowed, "Surely you have some desire dissipate from here! Revenge, for example, on the people who put you here?"

Kristoph gave him a cold stare. "Seeking revenge on people is what landed me in prison in the first place," he said bitterly, "And my attempts to cover it up just made it all worse. I have no desire to pursuit revenge."

His companions at the table fell silent, contemplating his words. He imagined that most if not all of them had been put away by Phoenix Wright and had wanted revenge on him. But what good would that do? Kristoph himself had sought revenge on the man simply because he had been passed over as attorney for a case and it not only caused him to have one of the most complicated relationships of his life, but it had landed him in jail.

Beside him, Matt cleared his throat. "So, what did you guys do to get yourselves in jail?" he asked, trying to lighten the tension.

Von Karma huffed. "I should not be here!" he scoffed, "I have been wronged! Sure, I may have killed a man, but it was not my fault!"

"Didn't you murder your rival defense attorney when he was unconscious on an elevator?" Godot asked.

"Ja, but it was in self-defense," von Karma insisted. Everyone gave him an incredulous look.

"You shot an unconscious man in self-defense?" Kristoph said skeptically.

"Yes," von Karma replied.

Everyone stared at him in an unbelieving manner. Von Karma sat unmoving and unchanging in his version of events. Gant shook his head in disbelief.

"Karmy, I think you've been in prison too long," he said.

"Vat?"

"I said I think you've been in prison too long," Gant repeated.

"No, I meant vat did you call me?"

"Karmy," Gant replied, "It's your nickname. I think it fits. I call everyone by a nickname." Well, that explained a lot.

"So, you just give us nicknames whether we want one or not?" Wellington asked. Gant grinned at him.

"Sure am, Beefy," he said just as the other man took a bite of his food. Richard immediately spat it out on the person sitting across from him, which happened to be Luke Atmey.

"What did you call me?" he shouted in exasperation.

"Beefy!" Gant exclaimed happily.

As Frank patted his cellmate on the back to help him recover his breath, Kristoph buried his face in his hands. Why did the most annoying inmates have to find him?

"How long did it take you to think of that nickname, Gant?" Godot asked him.

"About as long as it took me to think of yours, Waiting," he answered with a smug grin.

Godot stared at him for a long moment before slowly leaning in and getting in his face. "Ha," he said humorlessly.

Apollo watched Phoenix shuffle around the office, looking through every filing cabinet, opening every folder, and glancing at every piece of paper. Finally, he couldn't take it anymore.

"Mr. Wright, what are you doing?" he asked.

"I'm trying to find a certain case file," Phoenix answered, "Miles needed it, but I can't find it anywhere. I thought I knew where it was, but apparently I don't."

"Which case is it?' Apollo wondered, "Maybe I know where it is."

Phoenix hesitated. "Er, that's ok," he said slowly, "I think I remember where it is now."

Apollo gave him a confused look as he quickly hurried into his office and shut the door. There was a moment of silence.

"That was weird," Athena suddenly commented from her desk, startling Apollo.

"Damn it, Athena! I forgot you were here!" Apollo gasped.

The front door of the agency opened a moment later and Trucy came in toting her magic stuff behind her. She flopped down on the couch with a sigh.

"Whew! What a day! The Wonder Bar was packed!" she huffed. She looked over to Apollo. "Hey Polly. One of my regulars said they saw you down at the prison with Prosecutor Gavin. What were you doing there? Were you on a date? Seems like a weird place to go on a date to me."

Apollo sighed heavily. "We weren't on a date, Trucy," he told her, "I was going with Gavin to visit his brother in prison." Trucy's expression suddenly darkened.

"Why were you doing that?" she muttered, "Why would anyone want to visit that monster?" Apollo twitched slightly.

"Trucy, that's not a very nice thing to say," he said weakly.

"Well, he's not a very nice man," she argued, "You should know that personally, Polly."

Apollo could tell why Trucy didn't like Kristoph. He had murdered her father after causing him to disappear for seven years and had tricked her into giving her new dad forged evidence that had gotten him disbarred. It was completely understandable why she would view him that way. But at the same time, Apollo just couldn't bring himself to fully hate Kristoph like everyone else did.

Trucy turned to Athena. "You agree with me, right?" she asked, "He shouldn't visit that murderous man in prison?"

Athena held up her hands defensively. "Whoa! Hey! I don't know anything about this!" she pointed out, "Leave me out of it!"

Before the tension could rise any further, Phoenix suddenly burst out of his office, holding a folder. "Found it!" he exclaimed, "Turns out I put it in my 'K' files when I should've filed it under 'G.' Silly me!" He chuckled to himself. "Anyway, I'm going to deliver this to Miles. He'll be so grateful. Maybe he'll give me a kiss. And then we can-"

"Please Mr. Wright," Apollo cut him off, "I've already had to stomach the mental image of you and Mr. Gavin doing it. I don't want to have to do the same with you and Mr. Edgeworth."

"Yes, no more details, please," Athena added.

Phoenix shrugged nonchalantly. "Ok, whatever," he said, "I'll be back in a while. Try not to make a mess of the office."

"We make no promises," Trucy said with a smile.

As he was half-way out the door, Phoenix suddenly turned back. "Oh, and if a Dick Gumshoe calls, tell him we changed our office into a noodle shop," he instructed. His employees gave him a confused look.

"Why?" Apollo asked.

"Because it would be funny," Phoenix snickered, "See you later!" Then he was gone.

I was going back to Kristoph in prison, but then I decided I didn't really have anything that couldn't be saved for the next chapter. There was a point to the scene at the Wright Anything Agency, by the way, even if it doesn't seem like it right now. Trust me. Anyway, be sure to leave a comment and look for ward to more!