Court
07 Sep 2016Niatra
"Highly esteemed judge, neither was it planned nor was it an immediate intention to be in such a difficult situation, but I can assure you...""It does not matter what your intentions were. Fact is, you killed her!" Screamed the Attorney from the other side of the court room.
"Calm down Mr. Reeve or I will call a brake! Viscount Niatra, can you once again describe the happenings of that day?"
I just finished training the new Outsiders. We did a march of a few kilometres out of the barracks. Some broke their ankles on the trip. Idiots tried jumping instead of backwards climbing down the hill. We managed to get back safely though, no other issues or casualities. When I arrived back, Viscount Faheer called me up, asking if I wanted to do some close combat training.
I played around with swords when I was younger a lot, so the change to an imperial dagger was no issue for me. I am very good with it and even prefer it to my sidearm.
So I met her in front of the courtyard. We both were clothed in the traditional training gear, with our blades sheathed. After chatting a bit we started training. We flew around each other, blocking the other's blade also using fists. It was full contact sparring. After a few minutes or so we were both exhausted. I suggested to take a brake but she wanted to keep at it. So we continued until she tripped over. I just wanted to block her blade as she fell into my arms. My blade cut into her right lung, causing serious injuries. I called for a medic and started with first aid immediately. I still feel her warm blood dripping off my hands as I tried stopping the bleeding. Her heart stopped beating as I pressed her boody on mine, hoping it would help in any way. The medics arrived shortly after she slipped my grasp.
"So you openly state that you had training with sharp blades?" asked the judge.
Niatra replied steadily:" Yes, according to Imperial law, Imperial navy officers are trusted enough to do non-lethal combat training with each other. We did not try to kill each other. It was like dancing. Training with blades and such is allowed as it counts as a ceremonial arm, not a weapon crafted to kill."
After the session ended, Niatra went to the graveyard, visiting Faheer's grave. He still remembered every moment of her death. Her heartbeat slowing down. Her last breath in his arms. He went to his room after she was carried away by the medics. He sat down, looked at himself in the mirror, not seeing himself, but a in bloody wrappings clothed machine, staring at a reflection if itsself. From that day on he always shivers after each fight, seeing her before her eyes, forming the words "I forgive you" on her lips as she closed her blue eyes to never open them again.
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Lying with his face down on the console, Niatra woke up having a gigantic ball of gas in front of him.