I honestly wanted to have a trial end the last Arc, where the humans under the Admiral were tried for taking up arms despite being prisoners. But I decided to scrap that because I didn’t want to overshadow Nightmare’s trial, which has far more impact on the Ravens.
“You may step down from the stand,” said the judge solemnly. The well-suited businessman nodded, then stepped down from the witness stand. He was quickly escorted by the bailiff to a door off to the side, who came back only moments later. “Prosecution,” said the judge, “you may call your next witn
“Can you explain the reasons for such a drastic decrease?” The faces of her husband, her family, her farmhands, all of them passed through her mind as she thought about the question. Their smiles, their tears, their sweat - all gone. All that was left was their blood in the soil, and the memories i
“One final question, Mrs Laertidus,” he said. “Without a shadow of a doubt, is there anyone in this courtroom who was part of the attack on your farm. If so, please point to him or her.” Jionna nodded, then pointed directly at Nightmare. “The defendant,” she said, “I watched the defendant attack a
“Now that both the prosecution and defense teams have rested their cases,” said the judge, “they may now present their final arguments. The prosecution may begin with theirs.” The lead prosecutor stood up and cleared his throat before he walked straight towards the jury. “Ladies and gentlemen of t
He sighed deeply and wistfully, as though he was part of some great tragedy that was unfolding. “But that’s all absolutely preposterous,” he said. “I’ve shown you what kind of person he really is. How his childhood was filled with neglect and scorn. How once his mother died, his father spent every
Not that they could do much at that point - it was all down to the jury. The Seven also stayed in their seats. They actually stood up and conversed with the lead prosecutor for the majority of the break. And after only two hours of deliberation, the judge re-entered the courtroom and called everyo
The Spirit of Amelia once again sat in a rented Helios hangar, her ramp down and airlock open. Music blared throughout the ship, and echoed down every passageway, every section, every room. More than the music, the ship itself was more alive. The inside of Habitation itself was the most lively. T
~ Close to the Raven’s hangar was a relatively busy makerspace. Its large floor had a number of tables all around the room. Each one of them had an assortment of mechanical and electronic parts strewn about. More than that, around each table were all sorts of people of every age, gender, and soci