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Ooh… Big room. We're in the middle of it, all 626 of us, on this giant floating bug-like thing, each in our own containers. Around the edges and up the sides of the room are hundreds and hundreds of aliens, each wearing a small, silver badge. I'm in a pod between 033 and 626. He stands there, looking around, sniffing. The council people manoeuvre a microphone round all of us. 033 didn't say much, only banged the glass with his hammer-head. The 'phone comes to me. I gulp nervously.

"592, you and your relations have been accused of plotting to conquer planets in the Galactic Alliance. How do you plead and why?" The grand-councilwoman, the blue woman from before, asks, checking my number. I gulp nervously.

"Erm, Not guilty." I say, my voice magnified x100. "Er, because I honestly didn't know what we were created for. I thought we were just companions for Jumba. And, er, that's it." I finish lamely. The councilwoman nods. The members mutter between themselves, some in impressed tones, and others harsh. The 'phone moves to 626. Oh no! He's licking the glass! Quit it, quit it!!

"626, you and your relations have been accused of plotting to conquer planets in the Galactic Alliance. How do you plead and why?" she asks again, a little disgusted. 626 looks up, puzzled. It's going to be Ok, as long as- Wait. I zoom in to see the smirk. Oh no, oh no, oh no! He opens his mouth, breathes in and yells;

"Meesa nala quista!!!!" I put my hand to my forehead, eyes closed, shaking my head. Oh no…

"Why you-!" The councilwoman starts, breathing in sharply, lips pressed together angrily. The same can be said about the other council members. They're yelling like mad. The councilwoman calls for order, raising her arms. The hall eventually falls silent. She looks at us, then looks round. "We have heard the testimonies of the accused. What is you verdict?" She turns around to a large screen behind her. On it, there's an empty bar chart with 'guilty' and 'not guilty' on it. The 'guilty' bar fills up almost instantly. Only a few votes are in 'not guilty'. She nods silently and says;

"Experiments, you have been found guilty of the crime for which you have been tried. I will put it to the council. Council, what shall their punishment be?" she finishes, looking round. I hear a few yells of 'Jettison!', 'Execution!' and 'Banishment!', but one suggestion takes over, the council chanting;

"De-hydration! De-hydration!" I gulp silently. Hopefully it isn't as painful as it sounds. I turn and glare at 626. He lowers his ears, realizing his mistake. But one voice adds to the chanting;

"But, we have found further evidence with Experiment 626. We demand a re-trial for him alone." I look to the councilwoman. She thinks, then nods. I sigh sadly. Two months old, and I'm in court.

(Big grin on face)