humanoid, robed. Minbari.
"Who are you?" Sinclair could barely force the words out. "Why are you doing this?"
Neroon stepped out of the shadows. "You stand accused of the death of thirty-three Minbari warriors. How do you plead? Answer the court!"
"It was your war," Sinclair tried to shout, but again could barely croak out a whisper. "I was defending my planet. Defending the survival of Humanity. It was combat-"
"You stand accused," Neroon thundered, "of killing our leader Dukhat. How do you plead?"
"I wasn't even there when our two peoples met for the first time. It was a tragic misunderstanding that caused Dukhat's death. And for that you tried to exterminate an entire species of sentient beings!"
"And was it a misunderstanding," Neroon shouted over him, "when you conspired to assassinate the new Chosen One? How do you plead?"
"I had nothing to do with that!" Neroon turned away. "The council will render its verdict."
Out of the shadows stepped other Minbari. He recognized some of them. Jenimer. Rathenn. Delenn.