Paul nodded. "Yeah. Just as well to avoid any implication of impropriety."
Kris grinned. "You talk more like a lawyer every day."
"That's not funny."
"Have you got time for lunch at Fogarty's?"
Paul checked the time, then nodded. "Yup. Judges take long lunch breaks."
"Nice work if you can get it."
"They also have to work with lawyers every day."
"Good point."
They were seated before Randy Diego spoke. "We watched some of the, uh, testimony this morning."
Paul glanced at him in surprise. "I'm sorry. I didn't notice you'd come in to the courtroom."
Kris Denaldo laughed. "Maybe because you're tracking the lawyers as if you were a target acquisition system? You're watching everything up there like a Mark 186 on full-spectrum scan."
"Yeah," Randy Diego agreed. "What was all that stuff? I couldn't figure out what they were doing."
Paul took a drink. "Basically, the defense was trying to imply I was at least partly at fault."
"You? They never said your name."
"They got it yesterday. But my name isn't the issue. The whole point of the defense is to throw up doubt that Scott Silver is solely responsible for what happened, and to point out the limitations of the evidence the prosecution has been able to accumulate."
Kris nodded. "That Captain Shen looks like a real tough bastard. No wonder Jen's got some hard edges."
"Yeah. Hey, that's my lady you're talking about."
"I roomed with her, Mr. Sinclair. Care to stop by and take a look at the dents still in lockers that she punched during fits of frustration?"
"No, thanks." Paul frowned down at his lunch for a moment. "I've been wondering. Jen's dad is hard as nails, but she comes back at him head-to-head. She doesn't surrender. But Silver… his dad's Vice Admiral Silver. Everything I've heard about him indicates he's as tough as Captain Shen. Maybe even tougher."
"So?"
"So maybe this acting stuff and responsibility avoidance is how Scott Silver chose to handle his father while he was growing up. Throwing up a false front to make it look like he was doing what his father wanted. Maybe he never wanted to be in the Navy, but he wouldn't confront his dad on the issue. Instead, he went in and didn't exactly dedicate himself to the job. But he made people with authority over him think he was dedicated."
"Like he did with his dad? Maybe that's true. I know some people who went into the service because their parents expected it. But none of them were screw-ups. They maybe wanted out as soon as their service commitment was up, but they didn't play pretend at being officers."
"You're right."
"You're not trying to say you're sympathetic to Silver, are you?"
Paul laughed. "No way. I'm trying to understand him. Why'd he do what he did? That's not the same as feeling he shouldn't get what he deserves."
Randy Diego swallowed a bite. "Then you're sure Silver's guilty?"
Paul hesitated just a moment. "Yeah. I'm sure. I just hope the members of the court feel the same way when all's said and done."
"What's the worst they can do to him?"
"I think the worst he could get is about ten or fifteen years in prison and dismissal from the service. The suggested punishments for each violation of the Uniform Code aren't hard and fast, though."
"Dismissal from the service?"
"Yeah. That's what they call it for an officer. It's like a bad conduct discharge or dishonorable discharge for an enlisted."
"Wow." Randy Diego contemplated his food for a moment. "Do you think he'll get that?"
"I hope he will."
Kris Denaldo cocked one eyebrow. "Wow. Paul Sinclair, thirsting after blood."
"I don't want revenge, Kris. I want justice."
"Are you sure you know what justice is?"
"In this case? As sure I've ever been. But it's the responsibility of the members of the court to do their best in figuring that out, and I don't know what their definition of justice will be."
Kris nodded slowly. "I don't envy them."
The crowd of observers in the court room had grown a little larger by the time Paul returned from lunch. A lieutenant occupying the seat Paul had been using glared a challenge at him, then hastily vacated the seat as Commander Carr turned her own displeasure his way.
Paul waited, trying not to look nervous. The worst is over. I'm not being called as a witness. Depending on how long Scott Silver's statement is, and how long summations by the prosecution and defense run, this could be over in less than a hour. Then it'll just depend on how long the members need to make up their minds on a verdict.
Two days, and one morning, I guess. That seems like such a short time to decide someone's fate. But then, Chief Asher had only a fraction of a second before his fate was decided. Scott Silver has nothing to complain about.
Chapter Thirteen
"The court-martial will come to order." Judge Halstead looked toward the defense table. "Lieutenant Silver still desires to make a statement prior to the final arguments?"
Commander Jones stood. "He does, Your Honor."
"Very well. Lieutenant Silver, you have the right to make a statement. Included in your right to present evidence are the rights you have to testify under oath, to make an unsworn statement, or to remain silent. If you testify, you may be cross-examined by the trial counsel or questioned by me and the members. If you decide to make an unsworn statement you may not be cross-examined by trial counsel or questioned by me or the members. You may make an unsworn statement orally or in writing, personally, or through your counsel, or you may use a combination of these ways. If you decide to exercise your right to remain silent, that cannot be held against you in any way. Do you understand your rights?"
Lieutenant Silver stood as well, his movements crisp and professional, his face as determined as that of a model from a recruiting-poster. "Yes, I understand, Your Honor."
"Which of these rights do you want to exercise?"
"To make an unsworn statement, orally, and in person, Your Honor."
"Then, Lieutenant Silver, take the witness stand and proceed."
Lieutenant Silver walked steadily to the witness stand. Before sitting down, he looked from the defense table, to the trial counsel table, to the members' table, his gaze clear and confident. He sat, appeared to gather his thoughts, then began speaking. "Members of the court, Your Honor, I wish to offer a firm denial to every charge made against me."
Silver's jaw jutted slightly as he raised it a bit, his pose now almost heroic. "I admit to some errors in judgment. I was new to my job, new to my ship, in the same sort of situation I know you've found yourselves in many times. I chose to concentrate on learning that ship, learning my professional duties aboard her, before concentrating on my duties as main propulsion assistant. In retrospect, this was a mistake, as it created the false impression that I didn't take my primary duty seriously."
Paul barely avoided showing his reaction to Silver's words. That incredible slimeball. He wasn't concentrating on any duties, as I knew all too well from having to stand watch with the worthless no-load. But boy does he sound sincere. Paul looked toward the members' table. None of them were showing any reaction to Lieutenant Silver's speech. Don't fall for it. Please don't fall for it.
"Yes, I fell behind in one area of my work as main propulsion assistant. One area! With so much else to learn, I put off handling official correspondence for a while. I regret that. But that is not a crime, or else every officer who ever fell behind a little in one aspect of their work is also guilty of such an offense."
"I never heard of the problem with the power transit junction until informed the unit had failed on Friday, 18 September."