Royal Naval pilot Yvan Jayne rolls his eyes as he listens to both the Phillipe and Krixx. He brushes some lint off of his nearly perfectly clean and pressed uniform and rises from his seat next to Jean Thibault.
"Your honor, members of the court." He bows politely to the Judge. "For those of you who do not know me, I am Yvan Pierre Jayne of His Majesties Royal Navy. A humble servant of God and the King." Yvan takes a breath and straightens his uniform. "All of us here have heard of the criminal actions of the Union Corse."
A Gallian Royal Police officer rises and begins to yell in protest and Yvan turns to face him glaring.
"Sit down and await your turn Officer!"
With a glare from the judge and every Naval pilot in the room, the Officer nervously looks around and takes his seat.
"While not all of us will acknowledge their often offensive nature," he again glares at the Officer, "there is as always an enormous lack of evidence to their crimes. Both Thibault and I were witness to their blatant attack upon the Junker Krixx's vessel on the border of Royal space and are willing to testify to that end. However this does not excuse the Junker's posting of an open bounty in Sirian space. Several Royal Navy pilots on patrol today, including myself and Thibault, fought against multiple Sirian invaders. ALL of which admitted to being enticed into Royal space by the bounty that FOOL," he points at Krixx "posted on Gallian civilians."
He takes a breath and continues, "Whether or not the bounty was justified is evident by the attack we witnessed against his vessel. The issue at hand is how Krixx effectively invited Sirian filth into sacred Royal space! Granted he was fined and agreed to remove the bounty from being open to anyone outside of Gallia, but this sort of thing can NOT be allowed."
"That said, I would also like to discuss what will be done about the Corse ships involved in the unprovoked attack on Krixx's vessel after he was escorted out of Royal space. This is nothing short of piracy and murder!"
The room fills with murmurs and yelling as he makes the his claim against the Union Corse and the Judge once again slams his gavel down and calls for order. At the call for order, Yvan straightens his uniform and takes a seat, ignoring the glares from the Corsicans sitting across from him.