Frogs
Chapter 1/1: Courtroom Drama
Light-years away from any insignificant blue-green planets, there exists the planet of Argubathon. Unremarkable for any important reasons, it is only known throughout the Galaxy for its stringent, even draconian legal system.
Even this would still be unimportant to our tale, except for the slightly more important Krikkit Wars. Billions of years ago, they had ravaged the cosmos, taking approximately two grillion lives over the course of nearly two thousand years. As any non-primitive species in the Galaxy could tell you, they had changed the course of history irreversibly.
This is not their story.
It is, however, the story of the Argubathonian legal system- more specifically, a man named Prak who found himself on the wrong side of it.
== Interrupt Narrative
Totally unrelated to the main point of this fable, at an unknown point in (outside of?) time, a young girl in a black dress sat on the back end of a hideously yellow battleship, now flying through space at approximately 99.9% the speed of light. This is not something the ship was built to do, but, given the ridiculous nature of some previous events in the session, physics seemed to have turned a blind eye.
The girlt do to let plot devices start cluttering up the room- any more than they already had, that was. He set the ball down on a shelf () and returned to his typewriter to continue breaking hearts.
This eight ball, despite containing the potential for a new universe, would have sat undisturbed to the end of time except for one fact: time shenanigans.
At some point in the deeply remote future (which was, for all intents and purposes, also the deeply remote past), the contents of the eight ball were disturbed by a totally unexpected hole in the universe. The atoms of the frog, seriously traumatized while drifting through the empty sterility of the space in the ball, began to cling together in the most extraordinarily unlikely patterns. These patterns quickly learnt to copy themselves (this was part of what was so extraordinary of the patterns) and went on to cause massive trouble for a lot of people, whom they eventually created- namely Arthur Dent.
This is also not his story.
The Genesis Frog, far from being abandoned to nothingness, began to fulfill its celestial duty.
== Resume Narrative
Prak sat silently in the courtroom, arms crossed across his chest.
He did not even dignify the question with a nod of his head.
Within ten minutes, the courtroom medical personnel had prepared the required materials. The head surgeon, having retrieved a powerful truth serum, prepared to inject it. Prak, understanding the futility of his situation hardly resisted as an area on his arm was sterilized in preparation for the needle.
All attention focused on the stubborn witness, no one noticed as sound akin to a thousand people saying .
The surgeon said conversationally.
Prak stiffened, then gave the ghost of a smile.
ll get you talking right awa-foop he said without emotion,
The surgeon glanced down at Prak. In the confusion of the moment, he seemed to have inserted the needle. He looked up at the magistrate, and nodded.
Prak rose slowly. He had a faraway look in his eyes, seeming to be staring at something extremely interesting, and not within the wall of the room. Eventually, he turned, and shambled over to the stand.
the judge continued,
Prak froze where he stood. After an unbearably long pause, he smiled. In fact, he seemed to grin.
Five minutes later, the doors to the courtroom swung open, and a cluster of journalists walked briskly towards the exit of the building. A guard stopped one of them. he asked.
The man he had asked paused for a moment, before stammering out, but has just occurred elsewhere. I really must go cover it, you understand.
Oh. This did not bode well.
AN:
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Major thanks to VGamer21 for pre-reading
Update: Fixed 4/13/14 for accidentally breaking whole story, as brought to my attention by the wonderful Mainstay. Sorry!