Magistrates

JJE1/1 Judge, Jury, and Executioner. That's what they were, in reality. The Magistrate flowed through the door to loom over the court. The trial had come to a close, the moment of Justice had arrived. Barrister Anoa had built a sound case and argued well. The jury would have to put him away. She nodded politely to the defense. Atticus “Custer” TikabowThey argued different points of law. The jury decided, and the counsels wiped their hands of it all and went back to their offices. The Magistrates had to mete out punishment. In cases without a jury, they heard the evidence, ruled, and carried out the punishment instantly. Punishment up to and including death. “Would the jury read the verdict?” the Magistrate ordered. The courtroom remained standing. The verdict was read, and the Magistrate pronounced,“My appreciation goes to the jury for your work in this case. You are released from your duties.” The Magistrate intoned the words as he did at the end of every jury trial. The Magistrate stood and walked out. He’d won, and she’d lost. She shook his hand as decorum dictated.

JJE 01/11 Grainger has a gift for her, a Magistrate’s Jacket. It belonged to Magistrate Felcario Renaldo Squitieri. He died in the line of duty.” “What greater testament to what we do than to have the tools of our trade carry on? These jackets let everyone know who we are. Perps who challenge us will find themselves on a slab in the morgue or breaking rocks somewhere. If you don’t make it, someone else will pick up the torch and keep going. What would the Federation be without the rule of law? “People shouldn’t have to take up arms to protect themselves, so we do it for them. The only ones who should be afraid when they see this jacket are the criminals.”