Chapter 6-1

May 2nd 2011

Georgia was in a dress today, it was rather difficult to find her in one outside of her battle dress. However today was the first day of what is to be a very long trial. Georgia sits down in the. Viewing platform next to another battleship.

Nevada looks over at Georgia before nodding.

"Are you sure it was a good idea to keep the other destroyers from coming to the trial? I mean Fletcher is still upset about it." Nevada says

"Could you guarantee that she wouldn't take offense to the mess that is about to go down in front of us. That she wouldn't summon her rigging and cause the trial and case to be called off?" Georgia asks

Nevada pauses thinking for a minute before nodding. "It is probably for the best."

"All rise for the honorable Judge Lawson"

The entire courtroom stands up as the judge in his official robes walks in from the back room. He was built like a swimmer and appeared surprisingly young.

He sits down in his chair. Prompting the entire courtroom to take their seats.

"I would like to hear the opening arguments." Lawson says

Taylor was sitting next to her father and a lawyer up at the desk for the plaintiff. While the defendant had Director Piggot and 2 PRT Lawyers.

"We would like to argue for several charges against the defense. Among which there are multiple counts of harassment, criminal negligence, dereliction of duty, abuse of a minor, aggravated assault, and several more which you saw on our filing." The lawyer says sitting down.

"You're honor we would like to have a motion for qualified immunity as a law enforcement agencies and have these charges dropped."

'Objections your honor! Qualification only applies to police, sheriff's, and a handful of other direct governmental agencies which the PRT is not a part of because their agency is not listed on the document which lists times and places in which said immunity can be applied! They are bullying average citizens and covering up years of systemic abuse! Blackwell had taken a plea deal admitting her guilt. Meaning this is a bold attempt to get away with criminal behavior!"

"Your honor! There have been several cases in which qualified immunity had already applied to the PRT; there is no reason as to why it can not!"

The gavel hit the block causing the courtroom.

"Silence both of you, this is opening arguments not a legal debate… Mr. Goodman, I had heard rumors about you and I dreaded having you here in my court today. I'll be damned if you aren't a good lawyer, speak out of turn again I'll see about hitting you with a contempt charge. Mr. Dickson your motion for qualified immunity has been denied. How do you respond to the charges brought forth today." Judge Lawson says

"Where did you find Mr. Goodman?" Nevada asks

"He was in some city in New Mexico. I figured that if the PRT would fight dirty we could as well. Lewis welcomed the help especially since he was a union lawyer." Georgia says

"What does Mr. Goodman specialize in?" Nevada asks

"He is a criminal lawyer who specializes in going against police and PRT." Georgia says

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The Ship Museum.

The main lobby, which was the size of a warehouse, has some tables set up while in the two slots for smaller ships sat a landing craft and USS John C Butler. The tables from the opening Gala were set back up for a private party.

There was after all, a party being held. They had managed to continue the suit, and it wasn't dismissed. The PRT had this coming especially in this city.

Georgia holds up a glass of Gin and Tonic.

"To the first of many 'fun' days ahead! Cheers!" Georgia announces

""Cheers!"" Is the response of what must be nearly a hundred people.

"Mr. Goodman, come on up here and give a speech!" Georgia says motioning for the lawyer.

Saul walks up in his tan orange suite glass in hand and a smile on his face.

"I started up in a mailroom. I worked hard to put myself through law school. I started out by representing those without any money. I was never one to work for a big firm representing large companies and corporations. I had alway worked for the individuals, for you all. Not for them. So although we have a long way to go. Let us hold a cheer for us, the little guys!" Saul says, holding up his glass.