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The judge's words continued to echo in the courtroom, each one seeming to be etched into Leo's heart, weighing heavily on his soul. "Based on the above facts, the court believes that Second Lieutenant Leo, in the performance of military duties, is unable to fulfill his responsibilities and control his emotions. The resulting high level of war damage is a significant harm to the Interstellar Federation, and attacking superiors is a serious violation of military discipline."
Leo felt unjustly accused and misunderstood, but in this solemn courtroom, his emotions and the truth seemed to lose their meaning. He tried to express his helplessness and protest through his eyes, but the gazes of the three judges were only cold and judgmental. Leo's heart sank to the extreme; he knew that no matter what he said, the outcome seemed to be set in stone.
The judge's voice rang out again with unquestionable authority: "Taking into account the defendant's military background and the consequences of his actions, the court has decided to make the following ruling on Second Lieutenant Leo..." Leo held his breath, filled with panic and despair. He knew that this moment's ruling would change his life, but he was powerless. In this cold courtroom, justice and truth seemed to become blurred.
When White-haired judge read out Leo's sentence in a cold, emotionless tone, the entire courtroom felt filled with icy air, oppressively so. "LeoSecond Lieutenant is stripped of his military rank and is forced to retire. He is prohibited from re-entering the military system for life, causing unwarranted damage to the Interstellar Alliance." Every word felt like a heavy hammer striking Leo's heart, and his world seemed to collapse in that moment.
The sound of the judge's gavel announced Leo's fate. He felt a deep sense of betrayal and injustice. Everything he had sacrificed for the Interstellar Alliance from childhood to adulthood had turned into nothing in this moment. His legs trembled, and he was engulfed in anger and helplessness. His face was pale, and the flames in his eyes seemed almost ready to burst out.
Leo suddenly stood up and angrily shouted at the judge, "Damn it! You trash! Just because that bastard Jack is the son of the chief of staff? He's the one who caused the major losses to the Interstellar Alliance!" His voice was intense and sharp, filled with unrestrained anger and despair.
In an instant, several soldiers rushed towards Leo from all sides, attempting to subdue him. He struggled, refusing to yield to this unjust judgment. The soldiers grabbed his arms, pressing him to the ground, but Leo's voice remained loud, filled with indignation towards the injustice and corrupt system.
Despite the soldiers' restraint, Leo continued to struggle, cursing incessantly. His tears and sweat mixed together, dripping onto the cold floor. His roar echoed in the courtroom, but the judges' faces showed no mercy or sympathy, only indifference and seriousness.
At this moment, Leo deeply feels his own powerlessness, he is overwhelmed by the system and authority. His struggle and resistance seem small and helpless in the face of this indifferent and merciless law. This is a judgment that has long been destined, he is just a chosen sacrifice, used to maintain some distorted sense of justice and order.
Under the indifferent and merciless gaze of the white-haired judge, Leo is tightly restrained by the soldiers, his emotions torn apart like a raging storm. The judge's voice echoes in the silent courtroom, carrying an unquestionable authority: "Sir, please mind your language. If you continue to baselessly insult, the court will have to bring more charges against you."
Leo forcefully lifted his head, facing the judge with an uncontrollable rage and despair on his face. His voice broke and rose passionately, "Bastard! I risked my life on Four Minnow Star, brushing shoulders with death in every battle. Is this the judgment we get in return for our blood, sweat, and sacrifices? Is our bravery and loyalty so easily dismissed by you?"
His voice was filled with a strong protest against injustice and deep pain, his eyes shimmering with tears but more so with a profound sense of hopelessness for the future. The surrounding soldiers held him tightly, executing orders with blank expressions, preventing Leo from making any drastic movements.
The air in the courtroom became heavy, and everyone was shaken by Leo's passionate emotions, but no one dared to make a sound. The expression of the white-haired judge remained unchanged, still serious and indifferent. His gaze seemed to penetrate Leo's anger and see into the depths of his soul, giving him an unprecedented sense of oppression.
Leo felt that every word of his was being mercilessly suppressed. His anger and grievances were ignored, and his protests and defenses seemed to be directed at a thick, heavy wall. The atmosphere in the courtroom became increasingly heavy, and everyone present could feel Leo's helplessness and despair. Under the guise of the law, he was not only physically suppressed but also mentally destroyed.
In the tense atmosphere of the courtroom, the white-haired judge's gaze coldly locked onto Leo. His face showed no emotion as he shook his head and said, "You still haven't learned your lesson? This is your fault, foolish man." The words pierced Leo's heart like a cold blade.
Afterward, three judges slowly rose and, one by one, disappeared behind the door, leaving Leo in shock and despair. The silence of the courtroom contrasted sharply with the vanishing judges. Suddenly, Leo erupted, his roar echoing in the empty courtroom, "Is this what you call justice? Is this your fairness?" His voice was filled with pain and anger, but only the cold walls and merciless air responded.
The hollow echo in the courtroom revealed a sense of powerlessness, making people feel suffocated. Leo's body was pinned to the ground, but his heart had already departed from here, immersed in anger and helplessness towards this absurd trial. His shouts and protests were like lost voices in the vast universe, unheard and unable to touch anyone's heart.
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