Iumi slithers forward, tongue flitting outward nervously. She clears her throat and steels herself. Someone father would be proud to debate. she reminds herself, and straightens.
“Ladies, gentlemen, and others of the court,” she says in a clear, echoing voice. “I, Iumi of Gudrun, am representing the people of the United Nations of Worlds. And I am here today to prove to you beyond a reasonable doubt that the defendant - one Jimmer Pickens—“ she hisses slightly, almost undetectably, at the utterance of the name — “did equip, aid, and abet a terrorist cell on Chloe leading to the slaughter of thousands of innocents.” She slithers across the courtroom, locking eyes with some familiar faces.
Gurk Samson, the stoic environmentalist. I wonder how his zoo project is coming along.
Kila Stosk, ever the ambassador. She can talk your ears off and could kill you in a heartbeat, but she’s twice as likely to make a trade deal out from under you. What a wonderful governor she is going to be.
Sola, the newcomer. Not sure what to make of them yet but they have so much promise.
And Proceus, the soldier. The devoted hunter who caught the fugitive and brought him to face his day in court.
The face seen only by her - that of Jexad, Iumi’s father, the Slyth ambassador who never emerged from his cryopod on Gudrun. She had spent night after night waiting for the doors to open, only to be disappointed when the green light turned to yellow then eventually to red, indicating undetectable vitals. Her father had presided over many trials in his day, several of which Iumi had witnessed as his protege and heir apparent.
Will he be proud of what I do here today? a voice asks within her. She steps forward, examining the defendant, and clears her throat. Looking around to the half-filled courtroom, she bows her head slightly while waiting for the other attendees.
I will be the daughter my father deserved. she tells herself silently. (edited)