The death machines in the Hall of Judgement hadn’t been used in a few hundred years. — You stand accused of high treason, piracy, serial kidnapping, and destruction of property in the pentillions of Protectorate Credits. How do you plead?!” The Administrator yelled breathlessly. She’d been at it for hours. Blue scratched at his face. Facial tentacles come in handy when your limbs are handcuffed to the…