“… and a fine of 500 thousand ISK to be imposed on the perpetrator” the Concord official stated, his voice booming through the majestic, though unnecessarily large room. Jesus, that was it? Grounded for three days only for a slap on the wrist? I needed to get into fights more often.
The day was uneventful. I was lead to the hearing room, I was found guilty of assaulting a civilian for deciding it was alright to shove me out of his way whilst I was in a foul mood, and I was courteously lead out of the room with full access to my assets and hangars granted back to me. I was all for justice, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, behaving yourself in secure civilized areas, yadda yadda yadda, but this was insulting.
My pride wasn’t about to let me bend over and take it when some idiot decides to step on my toes. I understand that I could have handled the situation more… diplomatically, but hold me inside a station for three days? For a 10 minute hearing that I made clear I was going to plead guilty? And then insult me more with such a meager fine? My ISK is only worth so much, but wasting my time is not something I take lightly. I decided screw high security space, there was too much bullshit floating around for me to bear.
If only things on the Corporate front were going any better.

