Game Over
With the Blarzident dead, it had fallen onto the General to preside over the special trials. It was now she who sat behind the sturdy wooden judges desk, a wicked grin upon her face. Oh how she was going to enjoy this.
The General watched intently as the fools in the courtroom yelled, questioned and came close to ripping their hair out in frustration. At first the group had pretty unanimously wanted to see Syndrome executed, but the cyborg had malfunctioned in the most unspectacular way and fallen apart in the middle of proceedings. This left everyone in a frantic state, running wild in an attempt to find a new person to send to death, eventually settling on Zehn - a fresh face in the Emerald Army at a time when new faces could not be trusted. It was all meaningless though. It had been meaningless from the start.
The doors to the courtroom burst open with a clamour as four heavily-armed people walked into the courtroom, dressed in the vibrant red colour of the Extremists. People screamed and panicked, however none dared to try and flee. At the front of the room, the General remained calm and collected.
"General Juno, help us!" Neto Azure cried, forgetting that he was an enemy of the Modernists himself in his fear. Juno laughed before turning to Superjolt, the man standing at the forefront of the Extremist group.
"I told you boss, I had them all fooled."
"Well done, like me, you were never suspected." Superjolt tossed Juno a gun. Then, the Extremists opened fire and covered the courtroom in the blood of the blasphemous modernist scum. There were only two survivors in the room aside from the Extremists, Spring and McIntyre who did not give a ****.
Zehn is dead. He was a Modernist.
The Extremists have won!
McIntyre has won!
Spring has won!