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The female judge's tone revealed sharpness and impatience as she coldly looked at Leo, her words filled with doubt and challenge: "So, Second Lieutenant, you seem to acknowledge your own leadership abilities, yet you have no specific data to support your point. On the other hand, the person you keep attacking, Major Jack, seems to have no significant issues with his leadership, and in some aspects, he even performs quite well according to the data. I really don't understand why you can criticize him so recklessly."
There was no sympathy or understanding in her eyes, only a cold, hard pursuit of the facts. She continued, "Here, we only discuss facts and evidence. Your emotions and subjective judgments are not important to us. Your accusations, without solid evidence to support them, can only be considered baseless."
Leo felt a wave of weakness, acutely aware of his disadvantage in this environment. His personal feelings and real battlefield experiences seemed to carry no weight in this kind of courtroom. His words, under the sharp questioning of the judge, appeared almost fragile and powerless. His dissatisfaction and anger could only helplessly transform into silence and powerless acceptance.
The white-haired judge lightly tapped the wooden bench with his gavel, producing a clear rhythm. His expression was serious, with an unquestionable authority in his eyes as he looked at Leo, and his words revealed a hint of cautious judgment: "Second Lieutenant Leo, considering your sincere admission of guilt and clear awareness of your mistakes, we will consider your sentence based on the principle of proportionality. The court is now in recess."
As soon as his voice fell, he lightly tapped the judge's gavel again, emitting a crisp sound, symbolizing a temporary pause. The three judges then stood up from their seats without any extra words, turned, and walked through the door behind the judge's bench. The door closed slowly, swallowing their figures and leaving behind a quiet, tense courtroom.
Leo slumped in the defendant's box, feeling exhausted and powerless. He knew deep down that this trial was just a facade of justice, filled with injustice and unfairness. His heart was filled with bitterness, not just about his own fate, but also about the entire interstellar justice system.
In Leo's eyes, the solemnity and dignity of the court had become a kind of irony. He understood that he had been caught up in a game dominated by politics and power, and this trial was nothing more than a spectacle, a punishment for those who did not follow the rules. He had no thoughts of repentance, because in his view, everything he had done was for justice, to protect his colleagues.
The waiting moments of the trial were like prolonged torture for Leo. His thoughts struggled repeatedly during this time, from anger to despair, and then to a sense of powerlessness. He no longer had much hope for the possible judgment, because in this so-called fair trial, he was just a pawn manipulated by political interests. His fate seemed to have been predetermined, and all he could do was quietly await the final verdict.
Leo's gaze hollowly stared ahead, and each second of waiting felt as long as a century. The air around seemed to freeze, and each heartbeat echoed in his ears. Finally, the silence was broken by the commotion behind the courtroom doors. Three judges walked out slowly, passing through the solemn and heavy atmosphere of the courtroom.
The White-haired judge approached the judge's bench, and each of his steps seemed to tread heavily on Leo's heart. The sound of the judge's gavel striking the wooden courtroom table exploded in Leo's ears like thunder. The sound was deep and powerful, announcing that the final stage of the trial was about to begin.
"The defendant, please rise!" The voice of the white-haired judge echoed throughout the entire courtroom, resonating in the silent space. Leo struggled to stand up from his seat, every movement revealing his powerlessness and despair. His body stood weakly upright, but the light in his eyes seemed to have extinguished.
The three judges had solemn expressions, their gazes piercing through the heavy atmosphere like sharp knives. They sat high on the judge's bench, seemingly detached from it all, like distant deities passing judgment on the fate of mortals. Leo stood there, facing them, awaiting the pronouncement of his own fate, the despair in his heart like an endless and bottomless abyss in the darkness.
Leo stood in the courtroom, feeling dizzy and incredulous. The voice of the white-haired judge echoed in his ears, but it seemed to come from another world. The judge held a dossier in his hand and sternly and forcefully read out the charges: "Defendant, Interstellar Federation Navy, combat department, Border Defense Department, Second Lieutenant Leo, due to improper command, caused friction with superiors on the battlefield, received criticism from superiors, and subsequently physically attacked a superior out of dissatisfaction."
Every word felt like a sledgehammer striking Leo's soul. The judge's words stirred up a storm in Leo's heart, leaving him with a deep sense of powerlessness and irrationality. The description of events was completely different from what he had experienced. Leo was filled with confusion and anger, wanting to defend himself and loudly proclaim the injustice, but his voice was suppressed in this solemn atmosphere.
He looked at the white-haired judge, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock. These accusations seemed to have been torn from another story, completely at odds with everything he knew and felt. The judge's words continued to echo in the courtroom, but Leo's mind had already drifted far away; he felt trapped in an inescapable nightmare.
The injustice and absurdity of it all was not something he could single-handedly reverse. He stood there, helplessly watching the dramatic trial unfold, feeling nothing but despair in his heart.
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