On Trial
I started this one a little while ago. Now that I am done with Revenge, I will stomp through this one.
Now I am not a lawyer so I may have messed up this a little. If you have suggestions and nitpicks, please feel free to message me and let me know where I need to go and what to change.
But, anyway. Please read and enjoy.
Disclaimer: No birds were really harmed in the making of this fic. Uh, hang on ... I meant to say that I do not own G-Force or battle of the planets.
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"Three months ago. On the 14th day of July, 2055, The President of the United States was killed inside his office at the White House when an alien attack vehicle crashed into the building armed with enough explosives to wipe out half of Washington. With him, 60 White House staff and tourists perished.
This attack had been meticulously planned and executed with the Defendant's Security Organization receiving a warning two hours previous. The order was given for the Special Forces team, known publicly as G-Force, to move out and assist the Secret Service Personnel in eliminating the danger to the Leader of the Free World and his aides.
Once airborne, and with specific orders for their assignment, the G-Force Eagle Commander, Mark Nathan Anderson – Defendant, and his team chose to abandon said orders and attend to a problem that was currently under control by civilian authorities.
The President, his family, and white House staff including his Security and Defense strategists, were left with no time for a retreat to safety.
During the course of this trial we will hear evidence of the Defendant's ineffectual leadership and tactical skills, as well as a disregard for those in world leadership. We will hear how he shows a pattern of defying strict orders, and for emotional and physical breakdowns during the course of assignments. I will show how he manipulates those working under his command to play by his own rules and carry his own personal agenda.
Mark Anderson – the Eagle – is a dangerous man in a dangerous position who must be brought to a swift justice to remove him from active duty where he is a detriment to himself, to those around him, and to anyone who isn't part of his overall plan.
The charge, Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, is Negligent Homicide. Regardless of the lower counts on the docket, this is the only charge you should truly consider.
Our President is dead because of the direct actions of this individual. It is assassination, plain and simple.
Thank you."
Prosecutor Alex Mulroney gave a bow of the head in thanks to end his opening speech to the Jury, then took a seat at his mahogany desk. He made a quick adjustment of his Hugo Boss silk tie, flicked at the pants of his Navy Blue Pin-stripe suit by the same designer, and slid his eyes to where the Commander of the G-Force team sat forlornly at the Defense table.
He held no sympathy for the 19 year old. None at all.
Sam Rosenstein knuckled the table before him and slowly drew himself to a stand. Small in stature and less imposing in appearance to the tall and muscular Prosecutor, Rosenstein had a reputation for controlled and flawless Defense of a Client. He'd faced off against Mulroney numerous times, but never in a case so high-profile.
The Eagle was a man loved by millions, who held the respect of many of the World's most influential people. He was a pin-up boy for young girls, and a role model for many a young boy or man striving to become anything he wanted to be. His position held stronger ground than anyone in power until now – and this terrified the usually unmovable United States government officials. The loss of their leader at the hands of one they termed a reckless teenager brought out a cry for justice … and to show the world that noone was above the law.
This was set to become a lynching party for a young man who simply made a bad judgment call.
He placed a hand on Mark's shoulder and cleared his throat to begin.
"An American citizen cannot be called into armed service until he or she is eighteen years of age.
A soldier can't be asked to give his life for the good of the nation until the law deems his legally a man, at eighteen years of age.
A soldier must be on active duty well into his twenties before he is asked to lead a team and have the lives of his men and the world in his hands.
Ladies and Gentlemen of the Jury, I want to introduce you to my client, Mark The Eagle. He began training for the position as a toddler, was named leader of the G-Force team on his fourteenth birthday, on active duty at seventeen, People's champion shortly after his eighteenth birthday. Today, as a nineteen year old, he is an accused murderer.
Not a murderer who stalked the back alleys and darkened streets for his victims. Not a killer who lurked in a bell tower to rain a hail of bullets on an unsuspecting crowd. He did not break into homes to rape and murder young women, or prowl the nightclubs for an innocent victim to wreak any mother-complex anger onto.
Mark made a decision to use the means at his disposal to save the lives of 538 innocent passengers on a wounded A-380 passenger jet that was set to crash into a popular theme park just outside the city. On the ground there were an estimated 5,000 people, the majority of which children, who were simply out enjoying a family day in the sun. He made the decision to abandon his orders to save thousands of lives rather than continue to the White House, which, to his knowledge, had been evacuated.
Once the airline disaster had been averted, Mark and his team continued on to the White house in a late attempt to intercept the alien craft. He and his team then made every effort possible to rescue any persons inside the building.
What we will prove with no reasonable doubt to you is that the G-Force team were operating under false intelligence and well within the G-Force directives for rules of engagement. Yes, he ignored his orders. But he and his team were faced with the painful decision of saving thousands of lives over a National Monument that he had been assured was evacuated.
Our President lost his life, but it wasn't an assassination. It was a culmination of errors that resulted in his death … It shouldn't be placed squarely on the shoulders of my client.
Mark is a gifted and dedicated soldier who has proven time and time again that he would gladly offer his very own soul to save the life of another. His team follows him without hesitation. He has helped bring peace and safety to the entire galaxy and beyond. Mark is not a man who could kill another without remorse. He is just like you and I.
Thank you."
Rosenstein took a theatrical deep breath and lowered his head. He turned to his client, gave him a small smile and a took a seat beside him.
"You'll see them soon enough, Mark." He said softly noticing his client tracing a "G" symbol over and over again on his yellow note pad. "You'll be fighting Jason, flirting with Princess, watching cartoons with Keyop and eating Space burgers with Tiny in no time."
Mark nodded slowly and dropped the pen on the table. As the first witness entered the courtroom, he closed his eyes.
Surely this was all just a bad, bad dream.