Many had been shocked when the next Prime after Sentinel Prime had turned out to be an Escort of all possible things. It was an outrage, a scandal... And as with many such things, it had, in the end, settled and been forgotten about, as the new Prime showed what he was made of and the first vorns passed.
Well, most forgot about it, either way.
Some... or maybe even quite a few, especially among the higher castes found themselves... Not forgetting. But currently, that was neither here nor there, because the entourage that was walking through the corridors of the Council Pavilions and Senate Halls towards an out-of-the-way court room were dealing with something else entirely.
"... And so, for review, the crimes the accused is guilty of; incitement of the populace, spreading propaganda, usurping the order of society and disrupting the peace, resistance of arrest, murdering government officials, guerrilla warfare, stealing government and civilian equipment and supplies, engaging in illegal sports and indecency. The sum total of the crimes would suggest the most suitable punishment to be execution." The speaker was dry, precise and utterly dull as he recounted the litany that the Prime had - most probably - already been made privy to, but this was part of procedure.
If the mech's fingers tightened just slightly as he revealed the "appropriate" judgement, none would surely notice, or if they did, think nothing of it. For it surely was nothing, right?
The doors into the courtroom slid open to allow Optimus Prime and his entourage inside, the only other people already present were several guards as well as the cuffed - and chained, no matter how much of overkill that might be - prisoner in the middle of the room.
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Date: 2012-03-17 10:34 pm (UTC)Well, most forgot about it, either way.
Some... or maybe even quite a few, especially among the higher castes found themselves... Not forgetting. But currently, that was neither here nor there, because the entourage that was walking through the corridors of the Council Pavilions and Senate Halls towards an out-of-the-way court room were dealing with something else entirely.
"... And so, for review, the crimes the accused is guilty of; incitement of the populace, spreading propaganda, usurping the order of society and disrupting the peace, resistance of arrest, murdering government officials, guerrilla warfare, stealing government and civilian equipment and supplies, engaging in illegal sports and indecency. The sum total of the crimes would suggest the most suitable punishment to be execution." The speaker was dry, precise and utterly dull as he recounted the litany that the Prime had - most probably - already been made privy to, but this was part of procedure.
If the mech's fingers tightened just slightly as he revealed the "appropriate" judgement, none would surely notice, or if they did, think nothing of it. For it surely was nothing, right?
The doors into the courtroom slid open to allow Optimus Prime and his entourage inside, the only other people already present were several guards as well as the cuffed - and chained, no matter how much of overkill that might be - prisoner in the middle of the room.