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Icy Nights, Winter Screams
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Icy Nights, Winter Screams
Author's Notes: All characters herein are property of Hanna Barbera and used without permission. Tiger Lily is of my own creation. 'Storm' is mine, but the Character Turmoil is not. Thanks for reading and review please! ^_^
Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron
"Icy Nights, Winter Screams"
Mega Kat City Court House:
The two tom-kats known as T-Bone and Razor sat at one table with a uncomfortable looking she-kat in a blue and green pantsuit. In front of her was a thick manila envelope. Her hair was piled up on her head in a fury of curls that seemed it would fall down at any moment.
The court room was crowded with reporters and even the jury box was full of whispering toms and she-kats. Commander Feral sat at the table to them, and he surely wasn't happy with that arrangement. His face was twisted in his normal scowl. The room was nothing but business.
The Judge looked even more uncomfortable, sweat dripping down his dull orange fur.
"I'm sure that the reason we are here is no surprise to you Miss Mason," The judge said.
The she kat who sat with the Swat Kats gulped and stood up.
"No your honor," She said nervously adjusting her collar. "My clients would like to know why the are brought here. The summons sent to them was 'bare bone' facts."
The doors to the Judge's right slowly came open. Suddenly the court room burst in flashes and screams. Two tall muscular guards guided a she kat with long dull brown hair into the court room. There was shackles around her wrists and her ankles with heavy chains that lead to a wide leather shackle around her waist. Her head was tilted down, most of the hair that came out of her crude bun covered her face.
At this sight, the two Swat Kats stood up in their chairs. 'Turmoil' glanced up at T-Bone, and he in return quickly looked away.
"Prisoner 128993. Codenamed 'Turmoil'," The Judge read off from a file on his desk. "Has been in solitary confinement for more then twenty seven weeks. This can't be right."
The angry looking tom at the table next to the Swat Kats table finally stood up.
"This 'Turmoil' character has caused several disruptions in the prison. Claiming she isn't Turmoil that she's someone else entirely," the tom said. "The confinement was the only way to stop the disruptions."
Miss Mason narrowed her eyes, "Your Honor, Prisoner 128993 prevented a Riot that could of killed four prison guards. She caused the disruption so the guards could escape. I believe her intervention saved those guards lives."
"You both realize without evidence or testimony to prove she has prevented a riot she wouldn't be up for parole in two weeks," The Judge said.
Razor glanced at T-Bone, who in return looked at Miss Mason.
"Your Honor," Miss Mason said. "I do have someone who has witnessed Prisoner 128993 as both Turmoil and how she is now. My client, Razor of the Swat Kats."
The judge looked to be in thought for a moment.
"And what does the testimony of his would do?" the angry tom asked. " He is a masked Vigilante. She could of paid him to get her out on parole. So if anyone should speak it should be the prisoner herself."
'Turmoil'/Prisoner 128993 still stood with the two muscular guards. She briefly turned her head to look at the table that the Swat Kats were standing at.
"If you had read your case report Mr. Bard you would know that the prisoner's voice hasn't returned since her last attack. If I remember correctly she got a prison knife through her neck," Miss Mason said. "They had said it cut a majority of her vocal cords."
"Then why bring this prisoner here in the first place?" Mr. Bard asked. "To only cause a media Frenzy!"
"No," The Judge said. "Two days ago she was told about her parole hearing and wrote a statement."
The Swat Kats watched the Judge as he unfolded small sack of papers on his desk. You could almost cut the silence with a knife.
"I realize that my word is sketchy, especially since I'm a criminal. What's the word of a convict against the words of a angry mob of kats? What I'm hoping is that the court will realize that before I was Turmoil, I was just like them. I had my family, my life. I loved my brother to death and would do anything for him. We were seperated after our Mother killed herself and it nearly killed me. He was my lifeline, what made me want to live. The Armada became my family, giving me a reason to live. I didn't think of my brother since then. I didn't for many years. I don't know when I became evil, I just know it happened. I woke up one morning realizing I was becoming like my parents. Evil, not caring one bit for the kats around me. Not thinking that one of the toms I've ordered to be killed in the past could be my brother. That never came to mind before that day," The judge read.
T-Bone began to look uncomfortable, like he was afraid of what Turmoil's letter would say next.
"That day I decided to let someone in, and like a beacon, a shadow came out on the horizon. I knew that if this one chance if it didn't go my way I was going to give up. I might of hated T-Bone for making me believe he loved me and wanted to join my Armada. I could hate Razor for helping him rip away the fantasy. But out of that event came a new start, even though it came very late in the game. I tried to show that I can go back to how I used to be, kind and good. It could look like I was causing fights and disruptions, but I had to choose, it was either I get the pulp beat out of me, or someone else. I don't expect you to put me out on parole for this or any testimony given by the Swat Kats or anyone else who's seen my 180 change. Do what you want with me. Release me, stick me back into confinement. Doesn't matter. You know as well as I do that I'm at the mercy of the court," The Judge finished.
The court room seemed to be so quiet, that if a pin dropped it would echo.
"Has the prisoner's real name been recovered?" Miss Mason asked.
"Miss Mason," The judge said. "That information has been requested to be kept quiet by the prisoner, and for her family. This whole case, and parole hearing has been taken into consideration. The presence of a jury in a parole hearing is unheard of in cases before Prisoner 128993. We will release the jury to discuss the new evidence and let the parole board decide. We will meet back here in two hours," the Judge said.
And with a sharp 'clank' of his gavel he had left the room.
Swat Kats: The Radical Squadron
"Icy Nights, Winter Screams"
Mega Kat City Court House:
The two tom-kats known as T-Bone and Razor sat at one table with a uncomfortable looking she-kat in a blue and green pantsuit. In front of her was a thick manila envelope. Her hair was piled up on her head in a fury of curls that seemed it would fall down at any moment.
The court room was crowded with reporters and even the jury box was full of whispering toms and she-kats. Commander Feral sat at the table to them, and he surely wasn't happy with that arrangement. His face was twisted in his normal scowl. The room was nothing but business.
The Judge looked even more uncomfortable, sweat dripping down his dull orange fur.
"I'm sure that the reason we are here is no surprise to you Miss Mason," The judge said.
The she kat who sat with the Swat Kats gulped and stood up.
"No your honor," She said nervously adjusting her collar. "My clients would like to know why the are brought here. The summons sent to them was 'bare bone' facts."
The doors to the Judge's right slowly came open. Suddenly the court room burst in flashes and screams. Two tall muscular guards guided a she kat with long dull brown hair into the court room. There was shackles around her wrists and her ankles with heavy chains that lead to a wide leather shackle around her waist. Her head was tilted down, most of the hair that came out of her crude bun covered her face.
At this sight, the two Swat Kats stood up in their chairs. 'Turmoil' glanced up at T-Bone, and he in return quickly looked away.
"Prisoner 128993. Codenamed 'Turmoil'," The Judge read off from a file on his desk. "Has been in solitary confinement for more then twenty seven weeks. This can't be right."
The angry looking tom at the table next to the Swat Kats table finally stood up.
"This 'Turmoil' character has caused several disruptions in the prison. Claiming she isn't Turmoil that she's someone else entirely," the tom said. "The confinement was the only way to stop the disruptions."
Miss Mason narrowed her eyes, "Your Honor, Prisoner 128993 prevented a Riot that could of killed four prison guards. She caused the disruption so the guards could escape. I believe her intervention saved those guards lives."
"You both realize without evidence or testimony to prove she has prevented a riot she wouldn't be up for parole in two weeks," The Judge said.
Razor glanced at T-Bone, who in return looked at Miss Mason.
"Your Honor," Miss Mason said. "I do have someone who has witnessed Prisoner 128993 as both Turmoil and how she is now. My client, Razor of the Swat Kats."
The judge looked to be in thought for a moment.
"And what does the testimony of his would do?" the angry tom asked. " He is a masked Vigilante. She could of paid him to get her out on parole. So if anyone should speak it should be the prisoner herself."
'Turmoil'/Prisoner 128993 still stood with the two muscular guards. She briefly turned her head to look at the table that the Swat Kats were standing at.
"If you had read your case report Mr. Bard you would know that the prisoner's voice hasn't returned since her last attack. If I remember correctly she got a prison knife through her neck," Miss Mason said. "They had said it cut a majority of her vocal cords."
"Then why bring this prisoner here in the first place?" Mr. Bard asked. "To only cause a media Frenzy!"
"No," The Judge said. "Two days ago she was told about her parole hearing and wrote a statement."
The Swat Kats watched the Judge as he unfolded small sack of papers on his desk. You could almost cut the silence with a knife.
"I realize that my word is sketchy, especially since I'm a criminal. What's the word of a convict against the words of a angry mob of kats? What I'm hoping is that the court will realize that before I was Turmoil, I was just like them. I had my family, my life. I loved my brother to death and would do anything for him. We were seperated after our Mother killed herself and it nearly killed me. He was my lifeline, what made me want to live. The Armada became my family, giving me a reason to live. I didn't think of my brother since then. I didn't for many years. I don't know when I became evil, I just know it happened. I woke up one morning realizing I was becoming like my parents. Evil, not caring one bit for the kats around me. Not thinking that one of the toms I've ordered to be killed in the past could be my brother. That never came to mind before that day," The judge read.
T-Bone began to look uncomfortable, like he was afraid of what Turmoil's letter would say next.
"That day I decided to let someone in, and like a beacon, a shadow came out on the horizon. I knew that if this one chance if it didn't go my way I was going to give up. I might of hated T-Bone for making me believe he loved me and wanted to join my Armada. I could hate Razor for helping him rip away the fantasy. But out of that event came a new start, even though it came very late in the game. I tried to show that I can go back to how I used to be, kind and good. It could look like I was causing fights and disruptions, but I had to choose, it was either I get the pulp beat out of me, or someone else. I don't expect you to put me out on parole for this or any testimony given by the Swat Kats or anyone else who's seen my 180 change. Do what you want with me. Release me, stick me back into confinement. Doesn't matter. You know as well as I do that I'm at the mercy of the court," The Judge finished.
The court room seemed to be so quiet, that if a pin dropped it would echo.
"Has the prisoner's real name been recovered?" Miss Mason asked.
"Miss Mason," The judge said. "That information has been requested to be kept quiet by the prisoner, and for her family. This whole case, and parole hearing has been taken into consideration. The presence of a jury in a parole hearing is unheard of in cases before Prisoner 128993. We will release the jury to discuss the new evidence and let the parole board decide. We will meet back here in two hours," the Judge said.
And with a sharp 'clank' of his gavel he had left the room.