Eleven to one who vote "not guilty". This was something that outraged the Martian.
"How is this possible!" he shouted, "After everything... how could you now think Earth is not guilty?"
"Why are you so bent on it being guilty in the first place?" Number 8 asked him.
"Because he has a history with Earth." the Vulcan brought up, "His race once attacked Earth, Earth fought back, and now he wants revenge."
"I don't want revenge!" the Martian said, "My race is not that petty!"
"No, it's psychotic." Number 8 said.
This was too much for the Martian to handle. He jumped onto the table, ran across it towards Number 8. The Jedi had to use his powers to stop the Martian from running. Doing so, he pushed the Martian not just off the table, but against the wall, knocking him out cold. The commotion was enough to draw the Judoon guard's attention, so he burst into the room.
"What's happening?" he asked.
"Other than that guy getting mad and that old man using his powers against him?" the Melmacian answered.
"With him down, there are only eleven of us left, so we're unanimous now." Marvin remarked.
The Umtron shook his head: "I don't think the judge would accept that kind..."
"The judge..." a thought came to the Impacter, which he said out loud, thereby interrupting the Umtron.
"What about the Judge?" Number 8 asked.
The Impacter addressed the Judoon: "Could you wait five more minutes?"
The Judoon sighed, but did as he was requested.
With him gone, the Impacter went to pick up the Martian. He shook him, and after a few seconds he woke up.
"Are you sure that's wise?" the Birdman wondered.
"He needs to hear this." he explained.
"Hear what?" the Martian sounded disinterested.
"Why were we chosen for this?" the Impacter questioned, "Why they'd choose an Umtron, a Vulcan, a Jedi and a Furon, I understand. But why the rest of us?"
"That's a very good question." the Vulcan agreed, "If the jury is supposed to be impartial about Earth, they should not have appointed people who have a history with it."
"Yes..." the Birdman agreed, "It would have made more sense if they appointed a Cybertronian, a Seraph, an Ancient,..."
"So what?" the Martian said, "They appointed us now!"
"But why appointing anyone at all?" the Furon suddenly realized something, "Didn't the universe already have a jury for this? Isn't that what SPD works for?"
"That's right!" the Spaceball agreed, "Their agents put forth the evidence, and the judges from the farthest reaches of the universe decide what happens to them."
"Of course!" the Scarran remembered, "Some of my own people were caught and executed that way!"
"So we were right all along." Number 8 said, "This whole trial is just a set-up. And Earth would just be a casualty of this charade."
"I don't care!" the Martian said, "As long as they get what they deserve, I don't care how it's done!"
"Earth is not guilty." the Jedi suddenly waved his hand.
"Earth is not guilty." the Martian repeated, seemingly dazed.
"You agree with all of us." the Jedi added.
"I agree with all of you." the Martian said.
"Wait, you could just do that from the very beginning?" the Melmacian was starting to tense up.
"I preferred not to. But this time... there were no other options." the Jedi sounded sorry for it.
"No matter." the Scarran said, "We're all in agreement."