The officers in the GRP looked around. No one was sure how to handle the situation. No one wanted to upset the Corse families, but they did not want to neglect their duties infront of the Naval officers. The court police stood firm, not acting upon the clear disrespectful actions of the court members. Some of the Royal Navy officers, those sitting in the crowd at times stood up to stop this mockery of a courtroom, but were met with strict stares from superior officers. They would sit down, confused, but they trusted their superiors. Something was amiss. As the proceeding continued, each Corsican family spiralled into a chaotic argument. Each side blaming eachother for the mis-representation of their organisations.
Finally the judge had enough. The Jude slammed him gavel five times. *Clang* *Clang* *Clang* *Clang* *Clang*. "Order! I will have order in this mockery of law!" So enraged he threw his gavel on the courtroom floor. Those that were once arguing, stopped. Everyone stood motionless except for the notable officers of the Royal Navy. They had begun collecting their data pads from the table, storing all the data they collected during the hearing in their briefcases.
"This... Mockery of a court will end immediatly!" the judge stood up, face red with rage. "You come into a court of law.. with... A Picnic?! Please, escort these 'gentlmen' out of my court immediatly! This court is adjourned!"
With that, the high ranking Royal Navy Officers had already begun making their way out of the room. Jean Thibault now sat at the table alone, awestruck.. Why did we allow this to continue so long? Why didn't the navy do something about this... disrespect for the King and his laws...
As the judge, stomped down the stairs, a court officer infront of the judge's 'throne' called out to the room "This court is adjourned. The verdict will be decided upon. All conversations and evidence submitted now belongs to the Gallic authorities. The court will re-convine tomorrow.
But-... Wait... This whole meeting was.. A ruse? A front to gather evidence.. Clearly the two families played their parts well. As they bickered with eachother, they may have provided some evidence that could be used against them..
Jean Thibault stood up and watched the crowd shuffle to the exit. Data-pad still in hand, containing the evidence he submitted to the court. Brushing a piece of lint of his uniform, he put his officers cap back on, and made his way out into the lobby of the court-room.
Hakatoa Yamota, Fuku-Honbucho in the Black Dragon Society