Dis-claim-er - Neither I nor any of the other authors hold any rights or privileges to the characters used in this story. Copyright is given to the creators/holders where applicable. Only thing I (might) have any hold on is the idea to create this, and it's probably a jointly held idea anyway.

"Alright, Mac, what's on the Docket today?"

"Well, sir, we've got a delightful list of petty crimes, mischief, and other assorted minor offences..." deadpanned Mac.

"So, same cases, different night, then?" asked Harry.

"Yep."

The door opened and a man hurried inside. "Sorry I'm late, m'lord." he said in a posh British accent. "The traffic was murderous." He was about 50-ish, of average build, and wearing the uniform of an RAF Air Chief Marshal.

"Sir, are you here for the prosecution or the defence?" Harry asked as he leaned forward on the bench.

"Prosecution, my lord." he said. "Air Chief Marshal Sir Trafford Leigh-Mallory, Air Officer Commanding 12 Group, RAF Fighter Command."

"Mr. ... Err ... Sir Leigh-Mallory is here as the Plaintiff, your Honour. He's charging the 501st Joint Fighter Wing with Destruction of Government Property and...Assault?" Dan looks at Sir Leigh-Mallory for confirmation.

Sir Trafford nodded. "My aide-de-camp, Squadron Leader James Maloney, suffered a cracked jaw, a dislocated shoulder and a broken leg during a fracas with members of the 501st."

Christine piped up, "Your Honour, my client was simply defending herself and her unit from an overly aggressive officer who sought to eliminate her unit outside proper protocols..."

There was a soft snort from the public viewing gallery.

"I'm sorry, did you have anything to add...?" asked Harry

"Hmm? Oh, sorry. Just a spot of Schaudenfreude." a Liverpool accented Englishman wearing the uniform of a Royal Navy Commander said. Leigh-Mallory glowered at him.

"Cousin Lambert...is that you?" Bull asked with an astonished smile on his face.

"Good Lord... Nostradamus? I haven't seen you in years." he grinned

"Yeah, well, when half the family is either lost, fighting crime, or disappearing in some mysterious arcane or technological accident..." Bull trailed off with a frown, "How's Cousin Victoria? She still with the Police?"

"Yep. Last month she got promoted to Senior Constable and was selected for the London Metropolitan's SO-19 Unit."

"Good to hear that she's moving up in the world, then," Bull smiled, "Could you give her my best?"

"Will do." Graham said

"Bull, as happy as I am to see you meeting a family member who isn't on trial here, do you suppose we could continue?" Harry asked with a slight frown.

"Sorry, sir..."

"Sorry, m'lud." Graham said.

"Okay, Wing Commander Wilcke, can we hear your side of the story please?"

Wilcke was a very pretty redheaded girl, not much older than 18 or 19. She stood and cleared her throat. "Your Honour," she said, in German-accented English. "Air Chief Marshal Leigh-Mallory has been conducting a, for want of a better term, a Witch-Hunt against myself and my comrades for a long time."

The entire courtroom was dead silent. Everyone could see Wilcke's dark red panties

"Vegeta, I can see her panties…and I'm not even trying…"

"For once Nappa, you're absolutely right…"

"Alright...so Squadron Leader Maloney was the middleman for Sir Trafford and because he was overly forceful, he was attacked," Harry surmised. "Then could you explain the Destruction of Governmental Property...and why your uniform seems oddly abbreviated?"

"I don't know, Sir, I don't see a problem with it..." Dan giggled as he ogled the beautiful redhead.

"Oi! Eyes off my fiancée!" Lambert snapped at Dan

"Y'know, ever since Jiraya and Happosai came through here, the quality of Dan's lechery has plummeted..." snarked Roz as she shook her head.

"And what a lucky man you are, Mr. Lambert!" Dan offered as he quickly back-pedalled from the topic.

Graham glared at him. Minna rolled her eyes and continued. "Your Honour, the reason for this is because of the specialized equipment the 501st Joint Fighter Wing uses in combat; the Striker Unit." she said. "I have some photographs that should explain."

Christine handed the pictures to Mac, who stared at them for a bit before handing them to Harry. Harry goggled a bit, rubbed his eyes, and then looked again.

"Are these correct? They're animal girls wearing pieces of old airplanes on them..."

"Objection! Prosecution hasn't seen this new evidence!" Dan shouted as he scurried up to the bench.

"If you leer at Minna's image mate, God help me, I'll go Joe Louis on you!" Lambert roared at Dan

"I'M NOT LOOKING!"

"Dan, calm down. Bull, as much as he's deserving it, your cousin cannot keep threatening the Prosecutor like that," Harry murmured.

"Save it after the trial?" Bull asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Save it after the trial."

"I apologize to the court..." Lambert said, after taking several calming breaths.

Roz just waved him off, "Don't worry about it. If it's not a lover, fiancée, or husband, it's usually the girl herself. He's good at escaping his own demise..."

Minna then began to explain. "The Striker Units were designed to harness our personal magic your Honour. When a Witch, which is what we are called, puts them on, we develop the animal features you see, such as a wolf in my case, or a rabbit in Flight Lieutenant Yeager's case."

"I see. Dan, does your client have an estimate on the damages?"

Leigh-Mallory pulled a piece of paper out of his tunic. "Fully itemized, My Lord. Total damages exceed half a million pounds."

Leigh-Mallory passed the paper to Dan, who passed it on to Harry.

"Hmm...that's a lot of equipment, Sir Leigh-Malloy," Harry remarked as he read the itemized list, "I also notice that this equipment is World War Two-era. Is there a reason for that?"

"Yes my lord, we're... not from this time zone..." he admitted after an awkward silence

"That explains so much..." Mac muttered as he looked at what looked like parchment paper.

"So, Bull, what's a Pound Sterling worth in 1940?"

Bull looked thoughtful for a moment, "Well, Harry, I think it's at least worth four US Dollars in 1940...and our Dollar today is worth at least 84 US Dollars in 1940, with inflation..."

Harry rolled his eyes, "So, we're looking at either $12 Million US Dollars or $252 Million US Dollars?"

"How much is an Aircraft Carrier worth these days?" Leigh-Mallory asked reasonably.

"Well, the replacement for the USS Enterprise was $108 Million to design..." Bull looked a little lost after that one...

"Thank you, Bull," Harry nodded at his bailiff before slamming the gavel down, "Sir Leigh-Mallory, in summation, you want the value of your destroyed equipment, which we're going to value at it's price in our 1940's, which is $12 Million Dollars, and an assault charge for a man, who didn't even show up to court today, that threatened an entire unit composed of young women?"

"... Now you mention it, it doesn't sound like I have a strong case, does it...?"

Harry shakes his head, "No, not really. How's this though: Wing Commander Wilcke, I sentence you and your unit to thirty days community service to help defend the city. With Vegeta always using the streets for backstops, Deadpool being Deadpool, and those Sailor Girls always in here with Miss Takamichi and Miss Harlaown for excessive force, we could use someone who seems to not value Overkill..."

"Jahwol!" she saluted

"Alright! Recess time, ladies and gentlemen! And Bull, spend some time with your cousin. I think we'll need Dan for a couple more hours..."

The people began to file out