"This is ridiculous." Chiana said. "Why let Jool do it? She can't do it!"

"This is not about being the best." D'Argo explained to Chiana.

"This is about honesty."

"I can be honest." Chiana said.

"Oh, really?" D'Argo said to her.

"Yeah." Chiana said.

"Can you tell all those people you did not kill Fe'Tor?" D'Argo asked.

"Of course I can." Chiana said. "I did not kill Fe'Tor."

"Now that's not honesty. That's a big frelling lie."

"So?" Chiana said. "If they're lying, we should lie too! Play the game by their rules!"

"Yeah, but it's THEIR game!" D'Argo replied. "And if they catch us lying, it would only make things worse!"

Jool nervously shuffled on her feet, moving closer towards Crichton, who was waiting for another question.

Why...why did you come to Lo'Mo?" Jool asked after the slow and almost disastrous first question.

"I came here to relax. To take a break. To have fun." Crichton answered.

"But that didn't work out." Jool stated.

"No it didn't." John said.

"Why's that?" Jool asked, feeling more confident with every step she took and every question she asked.

"Two girls, hired by Raxil, spiked our drinks and took our money."

"They robbed you?" Jool asked.

"Yes, they did." Crichton answered.

"So you didn't have any money, you were probably hung-over and you did not know where Chiana and me were."

"Yes."

"What happened next?" Jool asked.

John told about how Raxil approached them and showed them what happened the other day by sticking the Hanji's tentacles in their eyes.

He skipped the part where Harvey jumped from host to host, and moved on to the real deal.

"Fe'Tor." Crichton said. "He had kidnapped the both of you, and was planning to kill you, and sell Chiana to a buyer."

Chiana turned around as she heard a noise.

Two girls were playing in the corner of the courtroom with some kind of toy.

They pushed a button and turned into statues.

Their eyes were spinning and when they returned to normal, they were filled with joy.

Something had to be extremely funny and great about that toy...

"So you-you did what you thought was the only right thing to do." Jool went on.

"You rescued us."

"Yup." Crichton said, unimpressed by Jool's subliminal flattery.

Jool didn't know what to say anymore.

"Ehm...no further questions, your honour." Jool said as she returned to her seat.

"And now you're probably going to say you could've done that better?" D'Argo said to Chiana, but as he turned around she wasn't there.

"What did you say?" Chiana said as she suddenly popped up again behind D'Argo.

D'Argo noticed that she was quickly hiding something in her pocket.

"Was that great, or what?" Jool said to D'Argo and Chiana as she sat down.

"Yeah...that was-that was great." Chiana said.

"You were fantastic." D'Argo said.

On the other side of round courtroom, the lawyer for the prosecution, named Maven Relak, stood up from his chair and approached Crichton.

"So you say your motives were noble." Maven said.

"Then tell me, mister John Crichton, why did you kill Fe'Tor?"

Crichton looked him daring in the eyes.

"Self-defence." Crichton said.

Maven noticed him quickly looking upon Chiana.

"Really?" Maven said.

"Yes." Crichton replied.

"But I have a new witness who claims otherwise." Maven said.

"What witness?" Crichton said.

"Heska Fe'Tor's sister." Maven said.

"She could never have witnessed his murder, because she was unconscious when it happened!"

"So you stated in your report." Maven said. "But that's not what she claims."

"She can claim whatever she wants, but that doesn't mean she's telling the truth."

"And you ARE?" Maven said.

"I AM!" Crichton replied.

"GENTLEMEN!" the judge shouted.

Maven and Crichton looked up.

They hadn't even realised that they were getting closer and closer to each other as the volume of their voices went up.

"I'm sorry your honour..." they both said.

"Continue." The judge said.

As Maven cleared his throat and scratched his shoulder, he tried again.

"Did you kill Heska Fe'Tor?" Maven asked.

"No, I did not." Crichton said.

"So you say you did NOT shoot him?"

"Who said I shot him?" Crichton asked. "Fe'Tor was poisoned! With his own freslin!"

"But then why are their scorch-marks on his body, clearly indicating he was shot?"

"There aren't any!"

Maven smiled as he introduced new evidence to the judge.

Photo's which proved that Fe'Tor had scorch-marks on his body.

Which clearly indicated that he was fired upon from close range.

"Are you willing to change your testimony?" Maven asked.

"Fe'Tor was not shot." Crichton said. "He was never shot! Chiana poisoned him! She drowned him! She never shot him!"

"She never did, mister Crichton." Maven said. "We found evidence that suggests that the shot which killed him, came from YOUR weapon, mister Crichton."

"That's impossible..." Crichton said. "You're setting me up!"

Crichton was on a rampage in his cell.

"They're frelling setting me up! SHE is frelling setting me up!"

"We know, Crichton." D'Argo said.

"DAMNIT!" Crichton shouted.

"We're all going to be executed." Jool said calmly. "We have NO evidence to support our claims. They'll just say we're lairs and give us all the death-penalty!"

"There must be a way for us to prove we're innocent." Crichton said.

"There's got to be."

"Crichton..." Chiana said.

Crichton turned around and saw Chiana throwing some strange object up and down in her hands.

Strange lights lit up in the strange organic and round blob every time Chiana touched it.

She smiled.

"I have the solution to our problems right here." she said.

"What is that?" Jool asked.

"It's a game-blob." Chiana said.

"What the frell is this?" John said as he pushed one of the buttons on the game-blob and entered this strange, virtual, world.

Everything felt like he saw it from a distance. From above.

Through binoculars.

Everything was weird and hollow and seemed to glow.

"Welcome!" some strange creature with five eyes and three noses said to him as he walked through the door.

"We-w-we-w-WELCOME!"

"Get out of my way." Crichton said. "CHIANA!"

"I'm right here!" Chiana said as she walked towards him.

"What is this place?" Crichton asked.

"Virtual reality." Chiana said. "Neat, huh?"

"Yeah, but why are we here again?" John asked.

He was picking at his strange clothing, some kind of green uniform with blue stars painted in them.

He felt a hat on his head with similar icons printed on them which he immediately threw away.

"I'll show you." Chiana said.

As they turned the corridor, they saw a bleak figure standing in the middle of a strange yellow room.

"Harvey?" Crichton said.

"Greetings, Crichton." Harvey said. "For a moment there, I thought I'd never get to see you again."

"Yeah, I hoped so too." Crichton said. "How the hell can he help us prove our story's true?"

"Well," Harvey said. "I can show you."

"What the-" Crichton said.

Immediately their surroundings changed, and they stood in Fe'Tor's auction hall again.

"How the hell did you do that?" Crichton said.

"Just like all the other times I dragged you into an old memory of yours." Harvey said. "This is a virtual display of what really happened last night. It is real, because this is what you saw. And what you remember."

"These are my memories?" John asked.

"No." Harvey said. "These are D'Argo's. But now that you are connected to me too, I have your memories as well."

"Isn't it great, John?" Chiana said.

"You still carry D'Argo's memories with you?" Crichton asked. "How's that?"

"Well, my neural chip had the function and ability to store data in it's memory-banks, or whatever you like to call it. When the chip was removed, the ability stayed. Don't ask me how. Be satisfied with the fact that it did."

"Yeah, I'll go for that." Crichton said.

"Now we can prove our story's true." Chiana said.

"I'm terribly sorry for you." constable Sta'Kor said as he walked in.

"I am probably the only one who still believes that you are innocent. I know of Fe'Tor's dealings in the underworld of Lo'Mo, and with the freslin. Now they want to make it look like you are lying, and eventually will have you executed."

"I doubt it, boss." Crichton said.

"What do you mean?" Sta'Kor asked.

"We just got our hands on some evidence." Crichton said.

"Order in the courtroom!" the judge hollered. "Order!"

He slammed with his mallet on the table and everyone became quiet.

"Mister Relak, your next witness please."

Heska Fe'Tor's sister entered the courtroom, accompanied by several armed guards.

Crichton and D'Argo looked her straight in the eyes as she walked past them, and they noticed she was smiling as she looked at them.

"Frelling tralk..." D'Argo said.

"You can say that again." John said.

"Frelling tralk." D'Argo repeated.

"It's just a saying, D'Argo." John explained. "You don't actually have to do it."

"Oh." D'Argo said, before shaking his head. "You and your frelling Earth sayings."

"Selina Fe'Tor." Maven said as he began his questioning.

"Tell us about Fe'Tor. What kind of a man was he? What was he like?"

Selina started crying.

"Oh, just look at her." Crichton said. "She should win a frelling Oscar."

"I'm sorry." Selina said as she wiped her tears away.

"I still can't believe he's gone..."

"See that?" John said. "They're trying to make the jury sympathise with the victim. Trying to make them feel sorry for the fact he's dead. That sunnavabitch..."

D'Argo nodded in agreement.

"What's an Oscar?" he asked Crichton.

Crichton closed his eyes and shook his head.

"No, really." D'Argo said. "You said it like two times, but I still don't know what an Oscar is...'

"I still remember him when he was young. A child even. He was so innocent and gentle, but when he inherited his father's company he became so strong. Such an inspiring, and great man. I was so proud of him..."

This went on and on, until Maven decided to end the wining and get on with the questioning.

"Tell me, how did he die?" Maven asked.

"That...that Crichton walked in...Fe'Tor tried to resist, but he was thrown to the ground.

Crichton grabbed his gun and shot him dead, in cold blood! That man's a murderer! A frelling murderer!"

She began shouting and weeping, but Crichton saw that in her eyes was a cold and manipulative glow.

She knew exactly what she was doing.

"I'm so sorry, miss Fe'Tor." Maven said. "No further questions, your honour."

Maven Relak walked slowly to his seat, which was Crichton's cue to stand up.

"Rip her to shreds Crichton." Chiana said.

"Break an arm." Jool said.

"It's 'break a leg'." Crichton replied.

"Oh."

Crichton stood up and walked casually towards Selina.

After all those times of questioning in his role as councillor, he had managed to perfect his walk into a slow, but casual, intimidating but gentle, walk.

As he approached her, he slowly started clapping.

"Well done." Crichton said. "That was amazing. Grab the Kleenex and handkerchiefs, I want to blow my nose...excellent performance, miss Fe'Tor."

He stopped clapping as he put his arms on the table of the witness.

"You are one great actress, you know that?"

"Murderer!" Selina shouted.

"Are you absolutely sure about that?" John asked her. "You don't want to change that statement? Really? WELL THEN...I want to introduce to the court...'ITEM A'!"

Constable Sta'Kor entered the chamber with the game-blob in his hands.

John actually found the way he held it funny, as if it were a holy object, or something you are afraid to touch.

"D'Argo! Would you be so kind as to guard the item in question? We don't want it to be destroyed or anything. Or killed. Just like what happened to that Hanji...You don't happen to know anything about that do you, miss Fe'Tor?"

Selina's tears stopped flowing and her face was serious, hostile and furious.

"Speak the truth now, Selina." Crichton said as Sta'Kor gave the game-blob to Chiana, who it to the judge.

She winked to him as she did it.

"No lies."Crichton said. "Do you know anything about the assassination of the Hanji, Kabaah?"

"No, I do not." Selina said.

"Are you sure?" Crichton said. "Because that's not what the woman who killed the Hanji said."

Crichton was bluffing, but Selina didn't know that.

"She said YOU ordered her to do it."

"I did not!" Selina shouted.

"YES, you did!" Crichton shouted.

Both suddenly looked upon the judge.

He just returned from his trip into the game-blob, and his meeting with Harvey, who showed him everything Crichton wanted him to see.

He immediately initiated a recess for the judge, the jury and the attorneys of both sides to gather and talk about this new piece of evidence, which shed an entire new light upon this matter.

In the end, Crichton and the others walked free, however they were banished from the planet for good, because of the amount of damage they had inflicted upon it.

Selina and all of her employees were convicted and sent to prison, and the reputation of every member of the Fe'Tor family was disgraced. Months afterwards, they all changed their names.

As Crichton, D'Argo and Jool were escorted to their Transport Pod, Crichton thanked constable Sta'Kor for all of his help, offering him a drink.

Sta'Kor declined, and Crichton ended up having to drink the beverage himself.

"Where's Chiana?" D'Argo asked as he looked around.

She wasn't anywhere in sight.

"Chiana?" John asked over the comms.

But she didn't respond.

It wasn't until another hour later, before Chiana would walk into the Transport Pod.

"Where were you?" D'Argo asked her in fury.

"I was enjoying myself..." Chiana said smiling.

"She was probably having sex with that judge..." Harvey whispered in John's ears.

Yes, he was back in John's mind.

After his intensive research into D'Argo's and Chiana's mind, he wanted to come back to Crichton.

Crichton only agreed to take Harvey back, because he had helped them in the case.

"You didn't..." John asked Chiana. "...have sex with the judge, did you?"

"Now how would you know a thing like that?" Chiana asked.

"Harvey." John answered.

Chiana smiled, but then she looked at Crichton again.

"He hasn't told you about that other thing, has he?"

"What other thing?"

"The lap-dance?" Harvey said to John.

"YOU GAVE HARVEY A LAP-DANCE?" John said.

"What?" D'Argo said.

"I'm so tired," Chiana said, ignoring their words. "Ask me again tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too. I feel like I could sleep for a week..."

John and D'Argo looked at Chiana, and then at each other.

Both shrugged with their shoulders.

"Are we going to go back to Moya or what?" Jool asked.

"Fine, fine." John said as he walked towards the Pod's controls. "I'll take us back to Moya."

"No, John." D'Argo said. "I will take us back to Moya."

"You're tired." John said. "Let me drive."

"I'm not tired." D'Argo said. "I'm taking the Pod for a spin."

"No, you're not." John said. "Now go away, and let me drive."

"Uh-uh." D'Argo said, shaking his head. "I'm driving."

"No way." John said. "You suck at flying."

"No, YOU do." D'Argo replied. "Now stand aside."

"I'm not stepping aside." John said. "YOU are."

They both refused to step away from the console, refusing to let the other fly the Pod.

"It's my turn to fly, now go away."

"I'm not going away...now STAND ASIDE!"

"No!"

"Guys..." Chiana and Jool said as they approached them.

"What?" D'Argo and John asked.

"SHUT UP!" Chiana and Jool shouted.

THE END