Chapter Two: Confessions (ItNoR)

December 3rd, 2500
West Bedford Court House, Bedford
8:15 A.M.
Paul Jackson
The court house stood tall, much taller than the other buildings in the desert that was western Bedford. Friends and family of the victim and the suspect attended the trial of Paul Jackson, some demanding that he be imprisoned for his actions. Some think that it was an accident, saying that is was just another alcohol-induced crime. Nonetheless, these people had no influence. Paul's fate rested in the hands of the jury.
"THE DEFENDANT IS FUCKING GUILTY!" A voice shouted from the stands. It had a heavy British accent, filled with anger. As Paul sat down he looked around at the faces of the spectators and the jury. He began to panic, thinking that this would be the end of his life. The punishment for murder in Bedford has and always will be public execution by firing squad, no matter the circumstances. Hours passed by, Jackson hearing the countless amount of evidence against him. This was the end, he thought.
His lawyer didn't make things much better. He was horrible at his job, really trying to prove that a man who was seen fleeing a crime scene covered in blood was innocent. He hadn't provided evidence at all to prove Paul's innocence. He might as well have just accepted the charges then and there, smiling at the riflemen as they fired. He watched as a young woman stood up, younger than anyone there.
"You killed my father! YOU DID IT!" The woman shrieked. Then and there, the jury had come to a conclusion. He held his breath, a single tear flowing down his cheek. He knew he was guilty, wanting to stand up and just let the execution be done and over with. He could just assault the judge. That would do it. 
"We find the defendant, Paul Jackson, guilty of third degree murder and public intoxication," A man said. This was it, Paul thought. There was no denying it now, he would die and the public would think that it was just another murderer. His lawyer pulled something out of his briefcase and slid it to Paul. It was a handgun, a small one at that. If he had the right time, he could kill the judge and make a break for it. Just then something made a loud bang outside. People rushed outside to see a downed pelican. It had been shot down.
Gunfire erupted, causing Paul and his lawyer to hide under a desk. They knew who they were, what they wanted. Nigel Teller was a big name in the insurrectionist weapons trade and they wanted Paul dead. The two rushed out the back door, hearing gunshots just barely miss them. They entered the lawyer's car and speeded away. They were still firing at the two, nearly hitting the car.
"Look, I ain't a good lawy-" he was shot in the back of the head, cutting him off. The car swerved into a lake, causing their pursuers to leave. Jackson, still alive, grabbed the briefcase and swam out of the lake. He opened the case, revealing the handgun and several documents. The lawyer's name was Paul Chaffin and he was preparing to fight the insurrectionists on Absolution after Jackson's case.
He took his ID and the handgun, beginning his new life as Paul Chaffin. Was it a shitty thing to do, committing identity fraud? Yes. But he saved himself from the insurrectionists, and that was all that mattered.