Republic Engineering
Artificial Intelligence
“There are many paths down the winding road of fate, each step that we take causing more and more routes to materialize, as time and progress push us ever forward. Thus, there comes a time when our feet, and the choices we make, carry us down the darker path. And so, as the decisions of one had curtained those of the many - Justice would have to be met.”
~ Jedi Knight Arcanus Sunstrider, Circa 56 ABY.
Chandrila - Hanna CityBrionelle Memorial Military Academy: Auditorium
1905 Hrs; Taungsday.
Twelve Hours after the Cessation of Hostilities.
This was an unfettered disaster. Though it had taken everything that the Ambassadorial Corps had to offer to get the Chandrilan people to accept the Alliance’s offer of Confederation, there was still an unsteady, almost hostile air hanging about the Planetary Capital. The Democratic Assembly had asked, nay demanded, that the Perpetrator pays for his sins should the people of this lush agricultural world wish to remain within the Federation. It was a marginally small price to pay when considering the larger picture. The man, if proven guilty through a military court, would find himself incarcerated for a mandatory minimum sentence of Twenty-five years - as his crimes had, at the time, slain several foreign nationals. Their families would receive reparations from the Federation, as the man’s assets would’ve been frozen and subsequently liquidated. However, according to the reports streaming across the Fleet Admiral’s augmented retina’s - his company would remain in his possession, either under a new executive board or something of that manner. It was the only way they could make him pay, as the company he owned operated in various places throughout the galaxy, and was in no way affiliated with the Alliance. Well, at least they could dissolve the so-called “Army of Malastare” and begin mending this travesty with whatever proverbial salve they could muster.
Breathing out a sigh of frustration and gripping the bridge of her nose between forefinger and thumb, the Fleet Admiral opened her eyes to bear witness to the improvised Auditorium around her. She was chosen as the highest ranking military official in the sector, to act as but one portion of the Courts-Martial Jury - filling the position usually reserved for the Chief of Army Operations, as it seemed that he was indisposed elsewhere and wouldn’t make it to the trial in time. The others that sat beside her were several of the leading members of the Chandrilan Assembly, Several Officers of their Planetary Defence Force, alongside equal numbers of enlisted Officers from the various Regiments attached to the orbiting Expeditionary fleet, were also present to flesh out the Jury with equal numbers from both aggrieved parties. From there, the Prosecutor sat alone at his bench with dozens of datapads stacked neatly to the side, along with several portable information devices that would, in his mind, prove the defendant guilty beyond measure. Every piece of evidence had been submitted to the Courts before the assigned date and was rigorously scanned for any signs of tampering. Thus, all the man had on hand were digital and holographic copies to show not only the Jury but to the Gallery as well.
The Defendant, Ugohr Poof, was seated beside his assigned Defensive Counsel, who in turn were enlisted Officers of both the Federation and Chandrilan armed forces. If the Court had proceeded according to her knowledge, the Prosecutor would attempt to dispel the presumption of innocence through weaving the evidence and reconstructing the alleged crime so that the Jury could accurately announce their verdict. It was a droll process, but the man had to be made an example of as the Federation goes through this rampant period of growth. There were likely to be many situations akin to this in the future, so it made sense to her and the Supreme Commander that they were dealt with in such a manner that would dissuade others from “acting out of inexperience.” Had they been in the Hapes Cluster, there wouldn’t need to be such a formal trial. In fact, Astarii would’ve been well within her rights to place the Jedi before a Firing Squad and sweep the atomized ashes under the carpet. But, that was a different time and a different life. She was an enlisted Federation Officer now; she had rules and regulations to follow. It’s what made her different from those that considered themselves Warriors - as they always had someone to answer too - no matter how powerful they were.
Clearing her mind, the Fleet Admiral stood to attention, along with the rest of the Jury and the Gallery, when the Chandrilan Bailiff had withdrawn to the rear of the chamber and opened the door. Scant seconds later, a figure, swaddled in ebony-hewn fabric, emerged to the sound of the Chandrilan Officer’s voice booming throughout the converted auditorium.
“All rise!” Nearly drowned out by the sound of sentient life rousing themselves from their seats, the Bailiff continued, seemingly undaunted by the display. “In the presence of the sign of our sovereignty, and the emblem of our constitution, Remember the principals for which they stand. By Department Three, of the Chandrilan Home Defence Force and the Federation’s Judicial Branch, this Courts-Martial is now in session. The Honorable, Tomas Ashford the Fourth, Judge Presiding. Please be seated and come to Order.”
With the opening proceedings complete, the Gallery and the Jury had taken their seats in silence. It was then that the Clerk stood from the bench and addressed the defendant, listing off his crimes.
“Ugohr Poof, you have been accused of Manslaughter, Murder of Foreign Nationals, Excessive Use of Force, Reckless Endangerment of Non-Combatants during a Hostage Crisis, Reckless Operation of an Armoured Vehicle, and Conduct Unbecoming of an Officer. How do you plead?”
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