*Hey ppl, I'm not much of an authority on the judicial system, but I'll do the best I can. Just assume what you think are mistakes are supposed to be there, because obviously the colonies' judicial system would be different from our own.ßvery bad excuse not to do the research.
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Relena heard on the morning news about her Heero and the highway nightmare. Since this was such a tough issue, the colony delegates decided to give him a trial sooner that later—in seven days. The boys, Dorothy, and Relena were all asked to appear in court by Heero's lawyer with no guarantee of being called as a witness. On the day of the trial, the boys and Dorothy slunk in and grabbed a seat in front. Dorothy noticed a small paparazzi in the middle of the aisle, and the boys tried not to get in its way (except for Duo, who was showing off for Hilde). The boys and Dorothy were patiently waiting for the trial to start when Dorothy sensed someone standing right over her. She looked up.
"Relena! What in space?" she gasped. Relena's eyes were weary and she was pale. Her hair was matted and her clothes hung loose, as if she hadn't eaten in a week. Despite her almost ghostly appearance, she smiled, and smiled happily.
"I'm going to testify in Heero's favor and get him out of here. I know he only did what was necessary to save my life."
"We got your back, babe," Duo assured. Relena smiled at him. A bailiff commanded everyone's attention.
"All rise for the honorable Judge Pacline," his voice boomed. Everyone in the court stood. The judge, and elder man likely in his eighties, came from nowhere and sat down on the bench. Everyone else sat. Heero was brought in, cuffed, eyes bloodshot. He was still in the jeans and shirt his friends had last seen him in, except there was a huge red spot on his back, a hole in the middle of that, and the jeans were burned to shorts. He sported a bandage here and there, mostly to cover the most grotesque bullet wounds. Duo spied bits of dry blood in Heero's hair.
The judge opened a file folder and read aloud: "Now examining case number T17458. Are the attorneys present?"
"Yes your Honor," the attorneys said in unison.
"Are you Mr. Heero Yuy?" Heero nodded.
"Please identify yourself," the judge said to the one plaintive at the table. The woman, a dark-haired, green-eyed woman just over thirty or thirty-five stood.
"Your Honor, My name is Susan Bangotti. I come on behalf of the Steins, the O'Lofets (oh-luh-fayz), the Junes, and myself." The woman sat down, obviously Vincent's mother. The judge ordered opening statements made. The assistant DA stood. She was a woman.
"Your Honor, the state will prove beyond shadow of a doubt that on May 13, AC 196, Heero Yuy ruthlessly murdered Markus Bangotti, Bernard O'Lofet, Thomas June, and Harry Stein."
"Your Honor, the defense will show that the evidence presented is purely circumstantial and has no legitimate basis."
"Thank-you counselors, Ms. Harding, you may call your first witness."
"Yes, your Honor. The prosecution calls to the stand Mr. Thomas Wilson.
A small, nervous man in his fifties approached the stand and was sworn in. The prosecutor-lady paced in front of him (for dramatic emphasis) and then turned to him and said,
"Mr. Wilson, where were you on the afternoon of Saturday, May 13, AC 196?"
"I was on the interstate on my way to work."
"Please tell the judge your account of that afternoon."
"Alright. I was driving. I looked over to my right, four lanes away, and spied a blue sedan driven by a teenaged boy and a girl was beside him. A silver station wagon pulled up beside them and I heard gunshots being rallied back and forth. After a few minutes, I saw a man fall from one of the cars and get run over several times, in my rear view mirror. Then the blue sedan stopped, and the silver station wagon exploded. I was trying to get out of there before something happened to me (I had my children with me) so that was all I saw."
"You're sure?"
"Very sure."
"Do you know how the station wagon exploded?"
"No ma'am."
"There were several reports of explosives. Did you see any of them personally?"
"No ma'am."
"How would you describe the young man in the blue sedan?"
"Young, Japanese, student, boy, I don't know. I didn't get a real good look at him."
"Does the defendant look familiar?"
"Vaguely."
"Would you identify him as the driver of the blue sedan?"
Mr. Wilson paused and thought.
"Yes." He responded after a few minutes.
"Do you know him?"
"I don't think I do."
"Mr. Wilson," the prosecutor continued, "Is it true that you used to be a teacher at the St. Gabriel Institute?"
"Yes."
"Do you recall having a student named Heero Yuy?"
"Yes, I do."
"How would describe him?"
"Oh, very quiet, maybe he was shy, but maybe a little anti-social."
The prosecutor nodded.
"Before he left, what was the most interesting event that occurred?"
"A Gundam appeared out of nowhere and then left."
"And where was Heero Yuy the following morning?"
"Gone."
"So he could have that Gundam's pilot?"
"He's just a kid." Heero smiled at his old teacher. Mr. Wilson gave a small smile.
"No more questions, Your Honor."
"The Defense may cross-examine the witness."
"No questions, your Honor." Heero's lawyer seemed to mutter.
"You may step down, Mr. Wilson," the judge said to him. Mr. Wilson stepped down.