Omake: Rural Imperial Justice
POV: Judge Cornelius Corswain Corderella of the unincorporated area of the north-northwestern section of Khuzemara Plains in the east-southeastern corner of the Shubeon continent, Ugea, Minda System.
Judge Cornelius rubbed the bridge of his nose. A habit becoming ever more common as the years went by. The strain of hearing the same cases over and over again in this backwater of backwaters had long since stopped bringing any kind of satisfaction.
He had been assigned to this court to bring Imperial law and order to the scattering of communities and hamlets in this region. The Governor turned Moff had made it a priority to not allow "legal deserts" on his world. Such a situation would leave room open for unsavory elements to move in and take advantage of the jurisdictional murkiness.
Every plot of land and water by law must have an assigned court presiding within the unit of territory. This meant sending a Rural Law Team of a judge, a couple of unlucky prosecutors, and some sentenced public defense attorneys to every unincorporated corner of Ugea. Each one was either a fresh naive idealist, a voluntold reluctant, or a cynic ground down by staying here too long.
There was talk of requiring a jury to hear these cases. However unincorporated areas like the one Cornelius had been assigned to lacked the population to even consistently assemble a jury of the defendant's peers. Let alone an unbiased one. There was an average of more than 15 kilometers between households in the unincorporated area of the north-northwestern section of the Khuzemara Plains.
No Cornelius had been sent far from the gleaming towers of Accordia, or even the verdant fields of Rolling Greens. The unincorporated area of the north-northwestern section of the Khuzemara Plains could only boast of modest sustenance farmers, a couple of full time hunters, and the occasional peddler. What he had thought was a stepping stone in his advancement through the judicial branch had turned into arduous slog.
Even the meteoric rise brought about by Las' time as Governor did little to breathe the vitality of civilization into this sleepy landscape. The whole area seemed to resist any attempt at urbanization or even centralization of any kind. Taking a steadying breath, Judge Cornelius readied himself for another day of hearing cases that will do nothing for the prosperity of the Empire.
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"For the last time Forris, you have to pay all of your taxes. If you do not then the Empire will take issue with your use of that land."
The ancient farmer gave a huff and sported the same upper lip he had his last hearing. Giving a wet snort before articulating something Cornelius guessed was a response.
"I din haf to pi te lass tai! Yo don gush fom mai nu manir pit!"
Cornelius nodded along. He had long since deciphered the thick Basic accent of the previous generation of natives after his first year in his court. That fiasco when he accidentally approved a marriage of racing Shaaks to settle a succession dispute over a stable was motivation enough.
"The reason you did not have to pay those years was due to the tax credit the Governor enacted. That tax credit period has run out, you have to pay the Emperor's Geld same as everyone else. Now I am giving you your final warning: either pay you back taxes, or there will be repercussions over your manure pit."
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Hoch! Ptew!*
The bailiffs had to stumble the avoid the spit as they escorted the withered mass of the back in my day and spite from the court. Maybe sending a letter to his next of kin in Rolling Greens would yield better results.
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"These are very serious charges Mr. Cofglaw. This court takes a dim view of assaulting public utility workers."
Mr. Cofglaw's eyes darted around the courtroom. As if expecting stormtroopers to drag him away at a moment's notice. Good, at least he felt guilty.
"You don't understand judge! He was an Imperial agent searching through my trash. Sent by the Imperial shadow government to find the best way to spike my food with drugs in order to install cybernetics to make me a
sleeper agent!"
Or maybe not. Isolation sure does strange things to people. Introducing new people to the area was always going to lead to incidents.
"I assure you Mr. Canyonsplitter is not part of Imperial shadow government. He is just there to collect your garbage so you don't have to take it to the landfill anymore."
The defendant remained unconvinced of his expression was anything to go by. If anything Cornelius' explanation puffed him up even more. This was confirmed when he opened his mouth.
"They want to silence me judge! They figured out I know too much! That I could expose their plans to build an
interstellar freeze ray to put a halt to all non-Imperial shipping and gain a monopoly on space travel!"
Cornelius has no idea how these loons come up with these theories. Really, what's next? A
giant gun meant to fire torpedoes at light speed? As if the Empire would waste tax dollars on such flights of fancy.
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"This is an outrage! Do you know who I am!?"
Judge Cornelius gave a judicial glower at the jumped up Guild merchant. The merchant probably thought he could swindle his people just because they did not have much in governmental structure.
"I apologize for the inconvenience. However the
Butlerage applies to all off world merchants selling alcoholic beverages. No exceptions."
Looking up the defendant's record told the same tired tale. A low level Trader trying to carve their niche in the wilderness. Seeing his unincorporated area as easy prey.
"Surely the benefits my wares will bring will outweigh whatever paltry projects will be funded by this duty?"
Cornelius had to deal with plenty of Traders over the years seeking to pump up their profit numbers by selling directly to locals to instead of to the cantinas. It always ended the same. Every exception made would be a potential danger to his career. Stalled as it was.
"No exceptions means no exceptions. Now the duty will be applied retroactively to your previous sales. Failing to pay that or trying to avoid the Butlerage in future sales will result in a mark in your Guild record. Do
not test the court on this."
The Trader sagged in defeat as yet another "brilliant scheme" was foiled. At least the wine was good quality. Otherwise the Trader might have faced another fine for not meeting food quality standards like the last one.
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"I must in most humble manner complain, show, and beseech your most gracious and excellent honor. Our Imperial majesty's most faithful and obedient subject Willius Farcrock accommodations do little to engender goodwill on this fine month of this Emperor's great year. Verily I must inquire that your majesty's most faithful and obedient subject Willius Farcrock be allowed to satisfy his pressing requirements for two Shaaks, brimming with vim and vigor to presently to appear before him so that he may engage in conduct most traditional that he is bound by duty and culture."
Judge Cornelius rested his face in his hands. Having learned from the racing Shaak marriage incident, he quickly allocated two Shaaks from the local Imperial herd from the back of courthouse before things spiraled out of control. The stains still haven't come out from last time.
How that Wookie afforded the same lawyer from Accordia as last time, he'll never know. He was pretty sure Willius was an ex-slave that just ran off into the woods a few years back and became a herder. At least his antics bring the occasional weird tourist to buy Knick Knacks at the court gift shop.
Just another day in the unincorporated area of the north-northwestern section of the Khuzemara Plains.
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A look into how the Imperial legal system works in the sleepier corners of Las' domain. Imperial
Judges are such a fun concept to explore. Especially when they can't or don't just rubber stamp everything in the Empire's favor due to authoritarianism and corruption.
Crossposted on SB and SV