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Monday, January 9, 2012

The Trial of Anakim

Anakim had never seen a trial before, let alone on the Mothership, but now that he was a part of one (the accused part) he was quite sure he'd never like to see one again. "Your Honor, I present exhibit A" the Prosecutor exclaimed as he pushed the power button on the hologram. The three-dimensional image of himself was unmistakeable, and so too was the image of the human he was conversing with. The sound was broken up slightly by the static, but as the scene echoed to the Judge, Jury, and throughout the courtroom, the change in facial expressions was a sure sign of their reaction. Not good, Anakim thought to himself. Not good. "Do you recognise this human?" The Prosecuter asked. "Of course. As King, we had many conversations." Anakim replied, not wanting to give any ground in the direction he knew the prosecutor was heading. The courtroom was silent in anticipation. They all knew the fate of millions was hanging in the balance of Lady Justice's scales. Everyone knew the Law had been broken, and most had at least second hand contributed to the lawlessness of this blue utopian planet, though few would admit to it in the courtroom. Fortunate for them, Anakim thought to himself glumly, the cloaking capability of his race was remarkable, at least enough so that one of his people could walk freely among the Humans without giving away their identity, even to other Nephilim. There was no way of knowing how many of his people had walked amongst the Humans, but if there was an indication in how many were attending the trial, it was many. "Could you please establish with the Court what your place among the Humans was at the time of the alleged conversation?" Anakim noticed the fluctuation in tone when the Prosecuter said the word "alleged" but decided he'd do best to ignore it. "I was the King's advisor." You could hear a needle drop, the courtroom was so silent. "And what is the context of the conversation we are watching?" The prosector asked with an exaggerated gesture towards the hologram that was playing the scene in a loop. Anakim knew the answer, but he also knew that no matter which way he spun it, the result was the same. "We were discussing Succession." Keep it simple, he thought, let the Prosecuter dig if he wants to. "And in this discussion of Succession, what conclusions did you reach?" This question was for the dramatic effect, Anakim knew, since they had just spent the hour previous in silence to the hologram's witness. "We decided that the Nephilim had usurped their original position of Advisor to Humans." The tension in the courtroom was palpable. Every Nephilim in attendance knew the story, but to hear it in the courtroom was entirely different, especially when the fate of an entire planet was at stake.

The Prosecuter let the silence hang in the air for a few moments and exchanged knowing glances with the Jury. "And what was the consensus on approaching this 'usurpation'?" Anakim knew there was no answer to this question that wouldn't prove his guilt, but there was nothing he could do but answer. "We decided to change the govenment." The sharp intake of breath could be heard from several sources across the courtroom. "And what sort of government did you and the-" With a dramatic pause, the prosecutor successfully conveyed his distaste for the next word, "-Human King conclude would be a better alternative?" Again, the court knew the answer, but the Prosecutor knew the value of interrogation, and Anakim was damning himself with every word. "We decided that the humans deserved to be represented, and the ony way to do that was to dissolve the Kingship and form a Democracy." It amazed Anakim that the courtroom could still find surprise in his words, let alone so many in unison. The Prosecutor began to pace dramatically with his arms behind his back, as if saddened by what he had to say next. "You are aware that Democracy has not been introduced to the Humans as of yet, are you not Anakim?" "Yes, I'm aware." "Then could you please tell the court why you felt the need to break the Law and introduce a system the Humans are not ready for yet?" The last part of the statement Anakim wanted to argue against, he knew the Humans better than anyone in this courtroom, and they were far more advanced than any of the Nephilim were willing to admit. He also knew the Prosecutor wanted him to argue this, and the audience would consider it another confession instead of a justification. "The Humans are on the verge of civil war, and the King and I felt it could be stopped if we could give the Humans incentive to get involved." He knew the court was not going to hear it like he was saying it, but there was no way around it, so he went on, despite the guilt he was confessing. "The King is half Nephilim, you recall, and in the course of many conversations he came to the conclusion that the only way to govern was to allow the people to govern themselves." Anakim paused to let his statement settle on the court, "And so I made the decision to share my knowledge with the King as it was his intuition that told him Democracy existed." He knew the courtroom would not understand his usurpation of tradition, but his options were limited. As the Prosecutor continued his dramatic pacing, Anakim did his best to maintain the image of confidence that had got him the position of King's advisor in the first place. "So you are saying you broke a three-thousand year old Law for no other reason than the King of the Humans had his first rational thought?" The audience laughed quickly, and just as quickly fell silent again, waiting for the reply. "I'm saying the King demonstrated what is traditionally referred to as 'First Thought', therefore, I felt it was time to introduce the concept." "And could you please explain to the court why you felt the need to skip the traditional thousand year introduction of said concept?" This was the one moment he knew was coming, and so he waited until he knew he had every eye in the courtroom directed on him. "Because the tradition is wrong," the courtroom was not ready for this bluntness and almost in unison, all in attendance broke out into whispered conversation. "ORDER! ORDER!" The sound of the gavel was louder but less effective than the sound of the Judge's rising voice. "I WILL have order in the courtroom." After a few seconds of listening to the diminishing conversation, the Prosecuter proceeded. "Wrong?" He did a good job sounding incredulous, "Who are you to say a tradition as long practiced as Advisorship is wrong?" Anakim was quickly getting tired of this charade and let his tone imply it as he replied, "When did it become acceptable to interbreed with an alien race in the first place?" He knew he would get a reaction from the court over his last statement, but the eruption of the crowd surprised even him. After a full two minutes of banging the gavel and yelling for order, the courtroom finally settled down enough to allow the Prosector to speak. "Do you have a wife?" The prosector asked innocuosly. "Yes." "And is she Human?" "Yes." "Do you have children?" "Yes." "Are they Nephilim?" "Yes." Anakim knew where this was heading. "And so, even though you yourself have children and wife from these Humans, you would tell the courtroom that it is wrong to interbreed with an alien race?" He was backed into a corner and he knew it. Oh well, he thought to himself, it was a good life while it lasted. "I took a wife as ordered, and had children, as ordered, and it has been fifty years since my wife died, and ten years since my boys have come to manhood and taken wives for themselves. But that is my life before the conversation in question. I made my decision on the King's request for information, not the other way around." Anakim knew he was dead, but at this point he was trying to save the Humans and the half-breeds that were on trial by association. "The Humans are ready for Democracy, and it is wrong for us to take it upon ourselves to decide when they should 'receive' what is their inheritance." The Prosecutor had stopped pacing, and was waiting for what he must thought was going to be a damning confession, so Anakim went on, "We have interbred countless civilizations in the name of 'assistance' and 'advisorship' and never once questioned the moral authority of doing so. This race deserves more than the mining proffession we have introduced to them, and they deserve more than pyramids and gold as a reward for the worship they give us." The tension in the courtroom was palpable, and growing, "I accept my guilt, and refrain from asking mercy of the court for myself, but I beg the court to be lenient on the Humans, they are unaware of their potential and instead of guidance and advisorship from us, we should be giving them the freedom to discover for themselves what they are truly capable of. We do nothing to assist them, and though it is only my opinion, our presence is a hinderance to their growth, and we would be wise to cease interference in their genetic code." At this, as Anakim knew it would, the courtroom again exploded into pandemonium, nor would it cease to the hammering of the gavel, instead, the gavel seemed to give the numerous voices in the room a sense of rhythym to their outcry.

The Jury took only ten minutes to deliberate, and not a person in attendance was surprised by the guilty verdict that ensued. As the judge banged the gavel in judgement, Anakim barely heard the sentencing, "-ing guilty, I pronounce your fate to be one with the Humans your advisorship has damned. Let the Purge be a lesson to all in the courtroom of the consequences of interfering with the traditions of the Nephilim. The race of Humans has been comprimised, and so too has the honor of the Nephilim. The stain of this event shall be wiped clean." It was over, he was sentenced to die in the flood that was to wipe out the humans. He was ironically grateful for the shackles on his feet as they allowed him the time to formulate his idea. Silently, he was led by his guards to the teleportation deck of the Mothership as a prisoner to his execution. He still had time.

Noah.

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