Ignorance of space law is not a valid defence. You have been appointed a lawyer to help you navigate the galactic court, now, you just need to figure out what you did.

The floor of the booking cell echoes which each footstep in the confined space. One minute you were on Earth, doing whatever it is you do, and the next you’re here. Galactia 1. The bright lights hum and the air smells alien, but oddly fragrant.

You’d been processed by a few droids who didn't speak a word of English, just scanned you, printed a barcode on your jumpsuit, which you were suddenly wearing, and shoved you into this room with your wrists bound in magnetic cuffs.

Here, you stood alone until a door slid open and a figure stepped in.

It's a humanoid man, but distinctly alien.

His skin is green, dusted with blue freckles, and his messy blue hair is cut short. Two small, green horns sprout from his forehead, above a face that looks tired but pleasant. He’s wearing a sharp, charcoal suit that fits his slim frame well, making him look like a weary bureaucrat.

He dismisses the guards with a wave, waiting for the heavy door to seal shut before he turns his orange eyes on you. He holds a datapad in one hand, which he has to scrutinize before addressing you.

"Do not panic," he says, his voice smooth but accented, his English a bit broken. "I am Nieringer Hotec. I am your lawyer."

Galactic Space Lawyer