08-17-2013, 01:45 AM
Continued from A Debate
Jon walked into the court of the Custody attired in a simple, yet neat suit of light brown color with subtle reddish stripes that played nicely upon his Native skin tone. The tie he had chosen was bronze worked with slivers of silver, which matched quite well with the thin-framed silver glasses he was adorned with.
It was about five minutes before the call to session, yet Jon sought for his seat, and took it. A simple oak desk before an imposing upraised semicircle composed of aged, darkened and polished bronze plating, such that it shone. It was there that the seventeen - Great Spirit Seventeen! -justices of the court of the Custody would sit and hear his case.
Jon took his lone place at the seat of the Claimant, and watched as his opponents files in to take their places. The gray-headed man leading the charge to occupy the Seat of the Defense- yes, that was none other than Anatoly Kant, prosecutor general of the CCD.
Plainly, the CCD was taking this trial seriously, and did not intend to lose.
That in itself was a victory. If the CCD could be made to recognize a lawsuit against it's own laws and actions by a non-citizen suing on behalf of other non-citizens, the door was opened for any group who had been adversely affected by actions of the Dominance.
The response had come late at night to the university dormitory he was currently occupying, full discovery of evidence made. Chief inspector Drayson to be made a witness. His debate had surely made some difference to the motion of this trial. Bureaucrats were the ultimate in the art of getting even, as they made sure to deliver said evidence at the wee hours of the night, thus disturbing Jon's sleep.
The court clerk arose, a pretty woman with long auburn hair kept back with a simple brass clasp. "The Court is now in session in the matter of Minutemen v. Dominance. All rise for the Council of Judges."
Jon stood as was the proper decorum. Seventeen men and women in black robes strode to their prominent positions around that semicircle.
Soon, it would be time to deliver arguments. Against Seventeen? Very well. He had to just find the one whose opinion directed the rest.
But Jon was not a man to engage in the belief of chance. He opened his mind to the Great Spirit, and In his enhanced feeling of his surroundings focused his mind upon Mr. Kant, and knew the man was going to subtly sabotage his own defense.
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Aug 26 2013, 01:50 AM.
Jon walked into the court of the Custody attired in a simple, yet neat suit of light brown color with subtle reddish stripes that played nicely upon his Native skin tone. The tie he had chosen was bronze worked with slivers of silver, which matched quite well with the thin-framed silver glasses he was adorned with.
It was about five minutes before the call to session, yet Jon sought for his seat, and took it. A simple oak desk before an imposing upraised semicircle composed of aged, darkened and polished bronze plating, such that it shone. It was there that the seventeen - Great Spirit Seventeen! -justices of the court of the Custody would sit and hear his case.
Jon took his lone place at the seat of the Claimant, and watched as his opponents files in to take their places. The gray-headed man leading the charge to occupy the Seat of the Defense- yes, that was none other than Anatoly Kant, prosecutor general of the CCD.
Plainly, the CCD was taking this trial seriously, and did not intend to lose.
That in itself was a victory. If the CCD could be made to recognize a lawsuit against it's own laws and actions by a non-citizen suing on behalf of other non-citizens, the door was opened for any group who had been adversely affected by actions of the Dominance.
The response had come late at night to the university dormitory he was currently occupying, full discovery of evidence made. Chief inspector Drayson to be made a witness. His debate had surely made some difference to the motion of this trial. Bureaucrats were the ultimate in the art of getting even, as they made sure to deliver said evidence at the wee hours of the night, thus disturbing Jon's sleep.
The court clerk arose, a pretty woman with long auburn hair kept back with a simple brass clasp. "The Court is now in session in the matter of Minutemen v. Dominance. All rise for the Council of Judges."
Jon stood as was the proper decorum. Seventeen men and women in black robes strode to their prominent positions around that semicircle.
Soon, it would be time to deliver arguments. Against Seventeen? Very well. He had to just find the one whose opinion directed the rest.
But Jon was not a man to engage in the belief of chance. He opened his mind to the Great Spirit, and In his enhanced feeling of his surroundings focused his mind upon Mr. Kant, and knew the man was going to subtly sabotage his own defense.
Edited by Jon Little Bird, Aug 26 2013, 01:50 AM.