Fourth day of trail.

   Afternoon your honours, do all of you remember my story so far?

   Good! I would hate to repeat myself. No Your Honour, I have not forgotten that I just gave a portion of my narration this very morning. I was wondering about your amount of attention toward my story; after all it was until today that you began to take my words into 'real' consideration.

   No Sir, nothing has happened to me during the break lapse this tribunal has taken. If none of you mind I will continue!

   Outside the castle's vicinity, taking a rest and having found my helmet, that's how we left last time.

   Why yes Your Honour, I was indeed 'naked' during that time (though I was wearing my full armor), my black body was an outstanding view if there were a single pony around, yet there wasn't. I was still ignorant as to why everypony was so busy everywhere.

   The armor's importance? Can you specify yourself, My Lord?

   … Well is obvious your ignorance of this fact.

   Our kind doesn't actually need any armor at all. Our very own and natural exoskeleton is as good as any metal set of plates from you, otherwise I would have died the moment I was 'spared' by the protective barrier. No, our 'shells' have a different use: they are meant to reduce the amount of attention we receive from others.

   No Sir, it doesn't turn us invisible. It grants us a sort of perception enchantment. Since you know I'm here it's impossible for you to ignore my existence, but if I were sneaking carefully enough, you would be unwillingly looking somewhere else, to this add our 'changing' ability and you have the perfect disguise. That's what this armor is for; it's in a way a different type of defense.

   Of course it's not infallible, but it's quite close.

   Well Your Honour, I'm afraid you are a bit wrong this time, I do not 'wear this shell in order to run once my sentence is decided'. Despite its original use, I wear my armor with pride as a symbol of my rank and a commitment of my actions, much like the three of you with your robes and wigs.

   Why yes Your Honour, I am comparing my gown with yours. I really don't see the problem this time, so if there are no other delays, I will begin (again) with my narration:

   I was rested long enough to re-conceal myself for another ten minutes. New objective: to find a place to properly hide and also to plan what to do next, which was more easy than stepping out of the castle. The guards were on duty on the streets too, but they were more similar to statues than patrols, plus Canterlot's vogue seems to dictate to wear clothes big and voluminous enough to keep everypony at a safe distance, as if it was almost made for our infiltration needs.

   And as a former invader I have already memorized some individual's appearances and clothes in order to go unnoticed if needed, so I have no problem disguising myself as a pompous unicorn and her full dress. Except for the part when I started to feel dizzy, as I once explain, to create and give form to such outfit requires a great amount of energy. Of which I wasn't precisely overflowing with.

   My ten minutes where cut down to three, five at most. So as 'pompous' as I could, I incorporate myself to a much crowded road, it was risky but the fastest way to find a good hiding place, besides time wasn't on my side. As an irony though, I found an incredible amount of 'worker' ponies all over, running from one place to another just like the servants on the castle. "Will you look at that" I thought to myself, if I were to know that sooner I could have avoided such a precarious situation, but still this was in my favor. With so much movement no one would noticed somepony's 'irregular' behavior, as long my senses didn't fail me and my armor didn't disappear spontaneously.

   I was more curious than before about why were there so many preparations, and what for? As far I could tell, a sort of celebration was in the process of being held, it wasn't that hard to notice, hence the banners, the flower arrangements and the complete lack of attention toward the damaged buildings busted during the invasion.

   Such buildings seemed to be temporally evicted, with signs on their doors prohibiting the entrance by some 'structural compromise'. There was a whole block abandoned by these circumstances, with a building in particular which seemed resistant enough to hold a single inhabitant for a time. I was about to get into this building when I bump into a sand coated mare that was just leaving it, she seemed to be checking the internal damage of it since she was caring a bunch of measurement materials for building and construction and a working helmet.

   As she noticed me, she told me:

<< "You'd better not get close there ma'am, the place may look stable now but it may fall with a breeze" >>

<< "Is that so?" - I told her back, and added – "It's just that I have some personal stuff I must retrieve from it no matter what, I wouldn't like to have some filthy pony take it" >>

   The worker mare seemed bothered by my commentary, or more likely by how I said it. It seemed she didn't quite like ponies with a sense of superiority, which in turn showed that my disguise was well interpreted.

<< "Ok then, be my guest your 'snobiness' – she told me with an annoyed expression – "but don't blame me once the ceiling falls over your pompous 'coiffiure', got it?" >>

<< "Why of course…" – at this moment I noticed that my remaining strength must be on it's final reserves, as my voice was starting to sound like my normal voice, as if two ponies where talking at the same time.

<< "Are you OK your 'snobiness'?" – the mare asked concerned, obviously the change on my voice didn't go unnoticed to her.

<< "Yea" – I answered as clear as I could – "too much celebration" >>

<< "Oh…" – she said with an even more annoyed face – "poor you, who doesn't know what 'work for a living' means." >>

   Again my disguise saved my shell, before she walked down the street I asked her one final thing – "is this building condemned? >>

<< "No as far I'm concerned, though it is in a peril standing, it can easily be fixed with some unicorn magic here and there, once the whole party is over that is, though even so it is going to take a while, there are too many buildings like this one that need to be fixed, now if you excuse me your 'snobiness'. Have a nice day" >>

<< "I found myself a hideout" – I say to myself while I watched the mare trotting away.

   Once inside, and making sure there was nopony around watching, I remove my costume and proceed to investigate the abandoned house. There was a hall, a kitchen, a bath, all of them desolated, since their owners fled in terror, though the pipes seemed to work properly, and aside from the mess done by the evacuation, the place seemed very comfortable, if you didn't take in consideration the constant creaking and rustle generated by the walls at each step I give.

   When I finally found a room I collapsed on the bed without caring for the resultant rattle generated by it. I was as tired as I had ever been in my life, both physically and mentally. Before falling asleep, I thought what to do next; I was capable of leaving Canterlot and heading for my homeland with ease after some proper rest. But that would have been safer and faster if I still had my wings, if I were to do the travel by land the dangers and risks to considerate were too much and too big. After all, not only the Everfree Forest has a collection of eccentric dangers.

   So I get to the conclusion of waiting for my wings to recover, then I shall head to my people; approximately in a month. But again destiny has different plans for me, and again I'm heading ahead of myself.


   All I can say of that day was that once I make my decision clear, I get into the realm of dreams as fast as if I were a falling meteorite.

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   And that's how I found a place to hide while being here. And since there is not much sun time left, I'm afraid it's going to be all for today's narration.

   No My Lord, I'm afraid that if I were to continue with my narration I may end up boring the jury. They do seem quite tired; after all, they are regular citizens aren't they? And I need them all heedful to take a proper decision when my time comes to be at their hoofs.

   So if there is nothing else…

   Sir you want to keep inquiring of me about my behavior? Can't we just label it as 'rude Changeling behavior' and call it a day?

   Very well Sir, if you want to know that much, let me tell you then: during the resting periods this Court takes, I've been brought to a provisional cell where I wait for my process to be resumed… no My Lord I haven't been intimidated or mistreated in any way, all of my custodians have been very kind with me, within what I could call 'kindness' from a guardian to its prisoner.

   In this provisional cell I have a little couch, a small bathroom, a table with some snacks and a copy of the 'Equestria Daily's newspaper. I enjoy all of these little pleasures I been granted while I'm here (except the snacks), actually I count the minutes until I'm allowed to be there, especially the newspaper, their columns are my only contact with the outside world, your outside word.

   However, the reason for my 'change of humor', Your Honour, is this: Today's issue held a recompilation of events that have happened so far on this tribunal. On those I had been called a 'defector seeking refuge in your haven', that I 'will sell my own kind for it' and that my Queen 'must be already be working on plans to "silence" me'.

   First of all, if my Queen wants me to finish my existence, all she has to do is to order it. And I will vanish.

   Second: I have no problem being called a deserter or a coward, though I don't approve such terms as truth,  I'm aware that in the public eye am I nothing but an ex-member of a foreign army that tried to invade and conquer your land. The mistrust is entirely comprehensible; as it is comprehensible your complete lack of respect regarding how you treat others and their customs.

   Why no Sir this wasn't the whole reason of my earlier discontent.

   I just take advantage of the situation to express my thoughts to the guys in charge of the newspaper; I hope they do receive the message. As for the main reason of my irritation … I'm afraid I'm too prideful to answer you directly…

   … Your Honour, if you want to know it so 'imminently' as you claim, you are perfectly capable to do so. Just read the whole article of today's newspaper regarding the chronicles of the narration… I'm pretty sure you will find out why.


   Well My Lord, I don't see the point of charging me with contempt when I'm already imprisoned…

^*S.N: _{Your Lordship here proceeds to inform the accused of the consequences of being charged of contempt, seclusion for one week without any recreation but the lectures he could get, prohibiting him from leaving his cell. And finally adding "you are willing to be judged as a consequence of your actions, well here is one of those consequences General".}
^{*End of note.}

   … oh, I didn't expect that. But still, I will not say a word about my actual predicament, I indeed want to be tried justly so: See you next week your honours.

…

Dear Princess:

   This young… let's call him young, as I can't really tell his current age, this young commander is really an infinite source of entertainment, he can be so polite and reserved at first, but he then gets all bold and daring in one instant. Indeed somepony, or rather 'drone' as he keep calling those of his race, somedrone filled with honor and pride, I am still puzzling myself of how could somedrone like him be alright with such a cowardly assault, the reason behind it must indeed be severe and serious, which in turn is bad news for us.

   To worse things more on that matter, if he was the only commanding drone with such high esteem of honor and duty, the next one in charge may not be as condescending with us. We must be prudent and gather as much information as we can, for now he's been diligent and cooperative regarding that matter, if he keep going like this, we can prepare a countermeasure strategy for when they ever come back, or even a counter-retaliation plan to avoid it.

   We just need to keep listening to his words, and analyze that armor of his.

   In another matter, and since I know how busy you are with your royal duties, I took the liberty to investigate the source of his recent outburst of anger: it seems that the key factor for your niece and pupil to arrive at such good timing at our hour of need, despite that we were completely oblivious of it, was in a way his fault.

   According to the declarations provided by princess Cadence and your student Twilight Sparkle, they freed themselves from a trio of mind controlled mares (Minuette, Lyra Heartsrtings and Twinkleshine according to the records) with the aid of a bunch of wild flowers arranged to look like a bride's bouquet, which were throw by your niece (the bride).

   If those three poor mares could have managed to retain our heroines for a few more minutes, our actual story may have been a little different. But it was thanks to the order abruptly given by our young General that they were able to escape in such a clever way. This must have caused the most incomprehensible sadness and frustration to our poor guest once he had read it in today's dairy.
   
   But still, it was his doing which give us a chance in the end.

   Regarding my fellow judges, I have not much to say about them: I fully respect their respective achievements and ideals, and will respect their final resolution, despite the lack of experience in one, and patience in the other.

   With nothing else to add for now, I bid you farewell for now.


Kindly yours,
'Honour Judge' Eiaquus Legit.

P.S.:
   I will like to send the prisoner a newspaper per day, so he doesn't bore himself to death.
   Is it fine with you, that's it.