(A little something I'd forgotten in my files)

A police officer knocked on the open door of the judge's office "Your Honor?"

"Yes?"

"Uh, there's a bit of a problem with the Goron case."

"A problem?" He'd just been looking it over and while it was certainly *odd*, he hadn't seen any real problems.

"Yessir. We need you down at the main entrance. Seems there's a legal problem."

"A legal problem, why can't they come up here to discuss it?"

The officer squirmed. "It's kinda hard to explain, but whether or not they can come up here seems to be part of the problem..."

The judge gave the officer a stern look, but got up. This had better be good or there were going to be some people facing contempt charges.

When the judge got to the foyer, he saw a number of nervous looking cops, the defendant in the case he'd been studying and the defendant's lawyer. The lawyer and the defendant were standing just outside the security checkpoint. The nervous cops were gathered around the checkpoint.

He walked up to the lawyer and asked "George? You want to tell me what's going on? Especially why I had to come all the way down here?"

George Lawson sighed. "Ok, my client is supposed to appear before you later today, right?"

"Yes, but what's that got to do with anything?"

"Bear with me. The subpoena *requires* his presence in the court, right? If he doesn't show up, he faces jail time."

"Yes, but..."
George held up his hand.

"Ok, you see the sign on the wall there listing the security rules..."

The judge nodded wondering if George was going to get to the point anytime soon.

"Ok. It says it's illegal to bring weapons into the courthouse. That's the problem."

"Excuse me? Why is that a problem."

George's client spoke up. "Your law says I must be in court. It also says weapons are not allowed in court. I cannot comply with both laws."

The judge suddenly suspected he knew why the police were so nervous. If he hadn't read the files on the case he'd have been pretty worried himself. Still, it didn't make sense. And why did George look like things were going to hell?

"Mr. Goron,..."

"Not Mr. Just Goron." said the defendant.

"My apologies. Goron, I don't see the problem. I can understand that you might be reluctant to give up any weapons you have, but I assure you that they'll be locked up and guarded."

Goron shook his head. "I don't *have* weapons. I *am* a weapon."

The judge wished they knew more about Goron's culture.

"You mean you are trained as a weapon. Like a karate master or something? We don't count that."

"No, no. Not like a.." Goron paused and seemed to be listening. The judge wondered if it was that computer link that they thought Goron had. Goron said it wasn't one, but it seemed to act like one. "... martial artist."

Goron got that listening look again. "Ah. One of your old television programs. Are you familiar with 'Star Trek'?"

The judge hesitated. "I've seen a few episodes..."

Goron looked hopeful. "Do you remember one titled 'Charlie X'?"

The name sounded vaguely familiar. While he tried to bring up the memory he glanced at the security detail and saw that a couple of them had gone white. What on earth?

Then he remembered the episode. And turned just as white.