Gonsalves shrugged unhappily, and McKeon concealed a mental grimace. The fact that Gonsalves was right about the terms of the Uniform Code of Conduct didn’t make him like it. Under the Manticoran Articles of War, forcible rape was a capital offense whether force was actually used or simply threatened, and given the situation here on Hell, any demand a Black Leg made had to be considered to be backed by the threat of force. Given his druthers, McKeon would hang Citizen Lieutenant Mangrum in a heartbeat and then go back to piss on his grave, but Honor had been right. They had to proceed under the basis of the Peeps’ own rules. Otherwise Section Twenty-Seven of the Deneb Accords—which neither he nor Honor had any intention of infringing in any way, given their own experiences—would have prohibited any trial of enemy personnel in time or war. Subsection Forty-Two specifically provided for wartime trials of individuals for alleged violation of local laws (in this case the Peeps’ own UCC, since Hell had been sovereign territory of the People’s Republic of Haven at the time) predating their capture, but prohibited ex post facto trials under the municipal law of whoever captured them.

“I believe Captain Gonsalves has a point,” Citizen Admiral Longmont said after a moment. “In my judgment, the charge of rape is clearly sustained, not simply by Mangrum’s own admission, but by the physical evidence. The charge of murder, however, is not.”

“It would have been if the security imagery hadn’t been lost,” Hurston grumbled.

“You may be right,” Longmont conceded. “In fact, my own feeling is that you probably are. Mangrum was just a bit quick to confess to rape for my taste, and I suspect he did it in hopes of convincing us to accept his ‘honesty’ and ‘contrition’ so that we would believe him when he denied the murder charge. But what you or I suspect is not evidence.”

“There is the testimony of the other two slaves, Hedges and Usterman,” McKeon pointed out.

“There is,” Simmons agreed. “However, they’ve contradicted one another on several other points, and Usterman actually contradicted himself twice. Nor could he or Hedges explain how Mangrum got from the Morgue to his quarters during the time in which Weiller was killed without being seen by anyone else or any of the base security systems.”

“Um.” Hurston’s grunt was unhappy and angry, but not at Simmons. The problem was that the commodore was right. None of the escaped prisoners had expected to discover that the SS’s security systems here on Styx had actually kept tabs on their own personnel round the clock. Not that they should have been surprised by the discovery, McKeon thought. The surveillance systems appeared to have been installed to keep track of the sex slaves and farm “trustees” for their masters, but anything with that sort of coverage was bound to catch most of the Black Legs’ day-to-day activities, as well. When Harkness and his team of moles broke into those files, they’d found themselves with a huge treasure trove of evidence. Not only did they have audio recordings of people casually discussing things they had done to the prisoners under their control, but they had actual imagery of many of the guards in the very act of committing the crimes of which they stood accused. And the Republic’s UCC included none of the Star Kingdom’s prohibitions against admitting electronic evidence gathered without benefit of a court order.