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Chapter 1: Prologe

The year? I don't know. Where am I? I'm blindfolded. My name? Jed Srapnil Jackson. Corpral Jed Srapnil Jackson. About 6' 3" in height, and 97kgs in weight. Doesn't matter though. Why, I hear from your naive, young mind? Well, I'm going to be executed.

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Chapter 2: Escape

They pulled the blindfold from my face. The room seemed like an un-nerving temple of danger. To my left and right, 4000ft banisters on which people tormented and taunted. Well, they wern't that high per say, but they were big. Underneath me, an empty hole. Yet, considering I was on a chair, it looks like they had no idea of it's placement. But, worse still, stood no more than 15 metres away from me. 3 podium positions with guards surronding them, and two men in black suits on the lower two of the positions. It was at this time, I woke up, smelled the roses and knew where I was. ONI Maximum Security Court.

"All rise for the Honerable Judge Peter Horward" an officer instructed. I continued to sit, because, in actual fact, they had tied me to the chair. "All right, You may now sit" he instructed as the fat idiot called 'Judge' sat at his centre spot on the podium. I looked around. One man disobeyed the officers request. "Sit down, sir." The officer barked. It was then that the man, who was clearly drunken, turned to face the officer, and gave his reply, "What did you say officer? I'm deaf! Hah Hah Hah!" The officer wore a helemt that covered most of his head, but naturally through the way his wrinkles lined up, I could see a smile forming. "Chedcozki, we don't tolerate that kind of bull-crap!" An aurora of light appeared, and the smell of gun-fire was imminent.

It was quite obvious he shot the man. Number 1 on the official list of clues, the man had fallen to the floor, with blood squirting out the large bullet hole in his head. Number 2, the officer was still aiming a smoking gun at an empty position, which had been the last position of the corpse on the ground. And finally, Number 3, a lot of the people were crying, screeming or running around like maniacs. But, the officer had had enough of people not facing the front, being quiet and focusing on me. With the loudest, most outrageous voice I have ever heard, he roared, "EVERYONE FOCUS ON THE CASE AT HAND OR I'LL SHOOT YOU TOO!" The Judge, with incidious eyes, replied "Ah, Thank You Charles. Now, where am I? Oh, wait, there it is." Meanwhile on the desk in front of him he fumbled with the papers. "Fat, and Stupid." I murmured. That thought was rudly inturrupted however by the loud bang of his gavel.

"Jed Jackson, this High Court of the most influencial and important Generals has found you to be guillty of the crime of slaughtering 29,000 innocent civilian lives in the Bahammas. How do you plead?" I felt my hand on the gun in my pocket. Suddenly, I remembered a memory of what he was talking about.

Operation Desert Storm was in place to target a Covenant Capital Cruiser with 15,000 aboard. My Colonel had told me that there would be loses, but not how many. So my squadran and I went along with him, and in the end a massive Explosion instead of implosion caused a chaotic killing spree. Unfortunalty for me, I wasn't told untill the end of the war.

-More Soon-

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