Disclaimer: yeah,....still no.
Defense,
Kirk was enraged. How dare they charge him with this crap and worse much worse was the fact that he knew now it was a set up. no matter what he said or what proof he offered it wouldn't be enough.
The trial was rigged.
He could see Spock sitting three rows back. He had never seen the Vulcan look angrier, brown eyes were black burning like the coals of a fire. Hell that said it right there, if the half Vulcan couldn't find anything definitively logical about this trial, than nothing about this was logical. Period. End of discussion. If it were a fair trial they'd end it on Spock's word alone, but despite the fact it was all illogical lies of the worst kind, there was nothing Spock could do. Nothing Spock could do to save his captain.
Spock knew what he was feeling. Anger. He knew that it was an emotion, that it was not a useful one, but it seemed to him a most reasonable and logical response to this illogical and incorrect ramrod of a trial.
Several fleeting daydreams flashed behind Spock's deadly black eyes, generally involving he and his captain proving with ridiculous showmanship to the entire court that there was nothing to charge Jim with at all. But he dismissed them all as improbable and illogical. but that didn't stop the them, or the reoccurring fantasy were he strangles the perpetrators of this despicable plot.
Spock knew his captain, as few men have truly known one another, and he knew with certainty that had nothing to do with logic, that it was only a matter of time before he refused to continue with this farce of a trial. It was only a matter of moments until Jim ended this in one way or another, meet Jim's gaze never had he seen such dangerous rage in his blue eyes, eyes that now resembled the sky frozen over.
Jim was staring, and Spock did the only thing he could. A loyal first officer to his last breath, Spock would back any play Jim decided to throw no matter the consequences.
Spock nodded.
Kirk blinked, surprise flickered in him for just a moment, and the dams of his rage broke. The detached portion of jims mind noted mild confusion at this. It had felt like he had just gotten permission…permission from Spock? Kirk hadn't wanted to draw Spock into his mess but he couldn't stand much more of this and…and it had felt like Spock understood and had given him the ok. Jim hadn't realized how close he was to the edge but Spock had and Spock had just released him from his restraints.
All of these thoughts passed through is mind within the range of a single second and breaking eye contact with Spock he turned to the prosecutor.
He was a slimy man tall with slicked black hair, who was explaining with a sad sympathetic face to the jury that he wished what he was saying wasn't true either, but that facts don't lie, That in truth Kirk was a savage child who had lied manipulated, and beat his way to a place he didn't belong. And that Jim intentionally hurt everyone around him taking advantage of everyone, abusing and sexually exploiting his crew. The jury ate it up, some even had the gall to smirk back and forth with themselves.
The slimeball turned to Kirk and asked him to defend himself, to make up some clever story, to lie some more with that silver tong of his...to try and defend himself from the inexcusable…
"Please Mr. Kirk, have you anything to defend you innocence with…"
Kirk stood.
Icy rage engulfed him like a halo of needles and knives.
His voice rang out across the room loud and angry and without falter and without hesitation
" Like I need to defend my own innocence, Keep talking and in 5 minutes your description might be starting to fit…because I've certainly lost all patience with you…and my wrath is not pleasant… you are a liar and it's clear this trial has already been decided, I can't depend on justice …
You've made up your minds and I don't see any reason for me to be here… 10hrs I'll be locked away regardless.
So …I admit it. I did it. And I'm pleading the fifth."
I should mention that both of these were inspired by nickleback songs...so,
REVIEW PLEASE.