The soldier gestures at Ahote with the muzzle of his weapon. "Are you the leader of this sad display of defiance?"
"I am," Ahote says, his voice strong with conviction.
"You are in violation of the accords drafted between the United States military and your own Human Relations Council. Disband this illegal gathering immediately, or the consequences will be swift and severe."
"I'm afraid I can't do that," Ahote says, his voice diminished but still holding strong. "The Council never agreed to pacification squads roaming our streets, infringing on our rights. Nor did they consent to additional forced labor above and beyond the agreed-upon hours."
A thin sneer of distaste passes over the soldier's face for a brief moment, and then it's gone, wiped clean to stony indifference. "I would think, Elder Ahote, that you would be more familiar with the founding documents of Haven. In particular, the clauses that govern attacks on military peacekeepers."
"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage, sir. Might I request the name of the officer bringing these charges?"
"Colonel Williams, US Army. No more talk, Elder. Dismiss this rabble, and you can all return to your workplaces in peace."
"No," Ahote says, standing rigid, a tremor in his back betraying his nerves. "We are sentient beings, not slaves. We have rights."
Williams sprints forward with uncanny speed, placing the barrel of his rifle on Ahote's temple. "You have what rights we choose to give you," he snarls. "Maybe I should make an example of you right here!"