"Oh, I remember. You will be brought before a tribunal that will include members of your…of your…" Stonewall searched for polite words. "…of your community. They will testify as to whether or not you and your men have committed any crimes against humanity."

As Stonewall expected, Yost chuckled and glanced at his followers-a dozen armed ruffians-to share the joke. After all, a crazy fool dressed in a Confederate uniform offered no real threat, especially with Yost’s modified armored car lurking next to a picnic table in the field. That metallic monster brandished a. 50 caliber machine gun. The word 'Totenkompf’ had been spray painted on the side.

Yost, standing in front of McAllister’s steed, stroked his goatee and mocked, "Well, I guess you’ve got me on this one. Yup."

The warlord broke into a laugh that sounded more an asthma attack.

"I do not believe you grasp the seriousness of your situation. If found guilty by this tribunal you will be sentenced to death. The Empire has executed more than two hundred persons for crimes against humanity in the years since the invasion."

The word ‘executed’ grabbed Yost’s attention. He stopped laughing.

"Listen here, General. I’m starting to lose my sense of humor over this. Now you see back there," Yost pointed over his shoulder to Wizard Island. "I made that from nothing. The army and police got wiped out. Me and my men here, we’ve kept these folks alive for the last ten years, fishing and hunting for food and shooting any of the weird things that come this way. So I ain’t going to be lectured by the likes of you."

"Saved them? My scouts have been observing your little kingdom for several weeks now and have painted a clear picture of forced labor and other misdeeds. Would the women of your camp testify to your chivalry? I notice the population of your paradise is out of proportion."