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Melkire Melkire Find all posts by this user Gruff Gutterborn Murder Hobo Posts:2,470 Joined:Mar 2014 Character:Osric Melkire Server:Balmung Reputation: 505 Timezone:UTC+4 RE: The Suns That Were Stolen [Story] | #8 10-14-2015, 08:03 AM “The defense rests.” Jenlyns Straightblade stepped down from the stand and was led out of the room. Dieter was sweating profusely as he turned to the bench. “No further witnesses, Your Honors.” Evangeline rose, “The defense calls Mikh’a Korofi to the stand.” Mikh’a inhaled as he stood and made his way forward. He had been pretty good about keeping his opinions and outbursts to himself ( a feat, truly, he wasn’t very good at holding his temper when he was really angry and this whole thing had him in fits ) this entire time and would have to continue to do so. The Miqo’te did not look at either Osric or Evangeline, though he did pay a glance to Kanaria as he passed by her. Turning to take his place on the stand, those spotted ears flexed back a little bit and he nodded to Evangeline, as if to say, 'Alright chief, ready when you are.' Evangeline nodded ,”Thank you Ser. Could you introduce yourself, your position at the Dauntless, and your relation to Sergeant Melkire?” “My name is Mikh’a Korofi.” he leveled his gaze straight to Evangeline. “I am the current leader of the Dauntless - for a short time I was Sergeant Melkire’s superior officer as well.. He was initially my mentor in pugilism but after my failure to actually pick up the craft we settled on colleagues and very close friends instead.” Evangeline smiled, “Thank you. Now I won’t mince words. You seem to know the Sergeant well. Does he seem the type to murder men in cold blood? Whether by his own hand, or by paying another to do so?” “Not at all.” Mikh’a shook his head. “In fact I’m fairly certain he’s paid someone off not to kill in the past though I couldn’t directly quote the date off the top of my head.” He tilted his head to the side and went on to add, “I did not know Osric more than a summer ago, though I can firmly say in the time that I have known him he has shown no want to do harm to anyone under any condition whatsoever, save for in self defense of his family, and even then men weren’t killed. As for his past… well, he’s got no more a shaded history than anyone else in the Immortal Flames as far as I’m aware.” And then he shrugged those thin shoulders. “Have you ever heard him speak poorly of the victims in this case, or propose the death of monetarist nobles?” “No.” “Have you ever seen the Sergeant in the company of the assassin described?” Evangeline proceeded to repeat the description of the white haired man. “No.” Mikh’a repeated evenly. “I’ve never seen him with a man even remotely matching that description.” Evangeline nodded, “Is there any other information you would like to share with the court? Any fact pertinent to this case?” “Would that I could restate the obvious.” Mikh’a finally looked at Osric then. “What Osric Melkire was ten summers ago should not be held against the man he has become today. He has given his time and a great deal of his life in service to the Flames. He’s done everything they’ve asked of him…” his gaze shifted to Dieter then. “And more. He’s come under fire several times by men with equally shaded pasts, who have likely done the same kinds of wrongs, if not worse, in their past… I’m sure I don’t need to remind anyone of the incident that led to the separation from our former company and the creation of the Dauntless to begin with. The Immortal Flames are made up of mercenaries, thieves, and former thugs gone right again. Who we were and what we’ve become are two different things. Osric is not a murderer, he did not murder those people, and while you waste time pointing fingers at a scapegoat the real murderer still roams free to do as he, or she, pleases.” The Elezen cleared her throat, “Thank you Ser Korofi.” She adjusted her papers, “No further questions your Graces.” Dieter harrumphed as he stood and circled around to stand before Mikh’a and the bench. “Master Korofi, if you’d be so kind, would you please state for the record your age, your birthplace, time spent in service with the Immortal Flames, and your role within the Dauntless?” “Objection…” Evangeline raised her hand, “Relevance. A similar question was already asked.” “Objection sustained. Prosecutor?” “Hn. Master Korofi, age and birthplace, please, as well as your professed area of expertise?” The Elezen nodded slowly, and did not raise an objection. Mikh’a leveled his gaze on Dieter then and said, “I am eighteen summers old. I was born at the base of the mountains north of Gridania, the area was destroyed during the Calamity…” His ears lowered and he looked down at his hands in upset. “We lived in the tunnels.” And everyone knows what happened to the Keepers in the tunnels. He looked back up at the man again though and steeled himself, taking a deep breath. His expression was tragic, like he was visibly upset about his home. “I’m a full time doctor and a part time Engineer, though I suppose… nearly a full time Engineer anymore.” Dieter nodded as he turned to pace back and forth across the courtroom, rolling his hands over each other as he went. “A doctor, you say. Might I ask what field? Traditional chirurgeon, arcanima, conjury....?” "I've official training in traditional medicine as well as conjury. I've dabbled in arcanima but never went far." Mikh'a raised an eyebrow at Dieter and his tail twitched. The pompous old fart came to a stop and raised a single finger into the air, as if raising a point. "Master Korofi, in your.... mmm... professional experience, does your training qualify you to evaluate the mental health of your patients?" So this was your game, Dieter. The tiny calico inclined his head to the side and folded his hands in his lap. He considered for a nonce and then concluded, “To some degree. It’s the duty of any military doctor to be able to assess the mental well being of his people, and should he consider them ill fitted to do their job he’s to send them to seek counsel.” Mikh’a’s tail flicked and he gazed on at the man. Dieter nodded and resumed pacing. "Of course, of course. Forgive me, you said you did not know the sergeant more than a summer ago. Am I correct in observing that you have known him for several moons at most? Less than a cycle?" “Near a full cycle.” Mikh’a said while watching the man. HIs ears sank down on his head in thought and the Miqo’te says. “Not quite a full cycle, a moon shy.” "And how often, during that time, have you found yourself working alongside this man, under stressful conditions? How frequently have you accompanied him on assignments?" Mikh’a thought about this for a nonce, and then said, “Not every mission, but more than one and I’ve never seen him lose his cool or panic, or even take hasty action. It was Osric who kept us calm when we were being hunted and threatened with eradication by the Immortal Flames not ten moons back now. I was not there for every single one of his missions, but I wasn’t absent from all of them either and I was home for the aftermath of them.” “Not there for every mission, then. Very well, very well. What of leave? Time off. The myriad bells not spent in service to the Immortal Flames. Early mornings. Evenings. Downtime, as it were. How often were you in the accused’s company…” Dieter turns and sweeps out a hand to take in the defense table, “...while not at headquarters?” The calico gave Dieter a very strange look. “We spend as much time as two people that live together would normally spend, but he does have a mate, and they have a kit, and there’s more to his life than just---” he stopped. Dieter raised a hand to forestall the calico. “Master Korofi, please answer the question. How often did you spend time with Sergeant Melkire beyond the walls of the Dauntless estate?” He continued to squint at Dieter. He did answer. Mikh’a chewed on his thoughts for another nonce and then said, “Are you asking if we spend every waking moment together, Ser?” “I am asking whether you are confident that you are well acquainted with the majority of the sergeant’s dealings, his associates, his routines. Are you?” “Then say so next time.” he gives Dieter a baffled look. “Of course I’m not saying that.” “Then, Master Korofi, I must ask. If you are not well acquainted with the man’s going-ons… is it possible that Chief Flame Sergeant Osric Melkire might have clandestine meetings with questionable individuals without your knowledge?” Mikh’a gave Dieter a thin smile then. “I suppose if you want to twist things in that regard. If you so choose to demonize him in that way, then yes. In the same way that we do not know of your possible clandestine meetings with people of ill-repute, Osric may have his own as well.” “Ahhhhh.” Dieter steepled his fingers as he faced Mikh’a. “Alas, I am not on trial. Osric Melkire is.” He turned and began pacing again. “Master Korofi, I have the most recent public records with me. Those of the Dauntless, that is. So that I may not need to bore Their Excellencies with tedious reading… were you absent for a period of approximately two moons not too long ago? An absence for which you were taken to--” “Objection!” The Elezen rose, “The Lieutenant’s personal travels are not within the scope of this trial.” “Sustained.” Dieter grumbled, then resumed. “Master Korofi. Could Osric Melkire have met - repeatedly, perhaps - with the assassin Blizzard Yuko under circumstances which would have left you unawares?” He tipped his head to the side and considered Dieter. It was obvious he didn’t understand why the man was saying what he was saying. “Like I said before.” Mikh’a says. “When you spew circumstantial assumptions of course there’s a chance.” “Life is often full of circumstance, Master Korofi. Are you aware of the Hatalali Incident?” Mikh’a squinted as he thought about it. “The mission the Dauntless went on?” “This predates that mission. Predates the sergeant’s service with the Red Wings, in fact.” “Objection your Graces, again, relevance.” Evangeline glared at Dieter. The Flame Marshal rubs a temple, “Dismissed, But Lieutenant Dieter, you’ll need to show this knowledge is relevant to the case at hand.” ““Your Honors, Master Korofi, after four consecutive cycles of service with the Immortal Flames, Sergeant Melkire defied direct orders and slaughtered two score men and women within the depths of that dreadful place. Master Korofi, if the man has not shared his darkest secrets with you, how are you so confident that he has been a forthright, honest, law-upholding citizen and soldier of this state?” “You are wrong, Ser.” Mikh’a said quietly. His gaze did not falter as he stared Dieter down then. “You assume Osric has not shared this information with me - I said nothing to indicate he had not, I merely asked if you were referring to a mission our company had been sent on by the Immortal Flames. I am aware of this incident, and it does not change my opinion of Osric in any capacity. Men do terrible things in their past, it does not make them incapable of change. To hold this against him for the rest of his days would be pointless, and to use this incident in an attempt to hang him here and now would mean you should need to dredge up every single Immortal Flame service record -- after all, if one man must be tried according to a long finished incident, so must all of them.” Dieter turned to Mikh’a, his hands clenched tight into fists at his sides. “Master Korofi, I put to you that Osric Melkire is a repeat offender. Would you agree?” Furrowing his brow Mikh’a said, “No.” very firmly. “I would not agree.” “You would disagree despite the record?” “I have agreed that one incident has occurred.” Mikh’a defended. “And I have agreed that somewhere at some time during some point there is a slim possibility that Osric went left when he should have gone right. I have not agreed to anything else.” Evangeline raised her voice, “Your Graces, the Lieutenant is not on on trial for past matters.” The Marshall shook her head, “No, but questions to determine character are admissible, this exchange will stay on the record.” “No further questions, Your Honors,” interjected Dieter as he smirked and strode back to his table. “I believe I’ve made my point.” Mikh’a watched Dieter retreat to his table, still baffled by the man’s reactions. As the Lieutenant sat down again, the calico turned his head to Evangeline and then the judging bodies expectantly. Evangeline nodded to Osric, “The defense calls Sergeant Osric Melkire to the stand.”

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