[center][h1][color=f26522]Enyo Consulve[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h3][i]Earlier that day[/i][/h3][/center]

"No please stop! For the love of the God Emperor!" the broken man shrieked in pain. His face and body were bloodied and he was slumped on one of his palace's wood wall. Three men stood in front of him, armed and wearing symbolism of the Ordo Herticus. Mostly from the man that stood in front of him. This man looked more like a PDF Sergeant than anything else, not like the usual Inquisitor. He wore no hat or fancy robes, just a carapace body piece over black fatigues and two pistols cross holster on his lower back. He did carry a Power sword on his right side, so he was obvious to be some man of power. This Inquisitor knelt down to be face to face with the Broken old man.

"[color=f26522]God Emperor? Which one? Mine or yours?[/color]". Enyo replied as he was crushing the man's ankle under his boot. The man screamed in pain, but did not reply back. Either because he didn't now how to reply or he didn't have the energy too. "[color=f26522]It just... seems so strange to me. Do you think no one would say anything? Having almost one hundred men dedicated to your radical cause and not one of them would talk? I mean you could of been hidden and bring the number up, but you got cocky! It took only five minutes to make your Nephew squeal like the fat pig he was. Or maybe he was a chicken, because I'm sure he was still moving after I tore his fat head off...[/color]"

The man angrily tried to swing a fist at the Inquisitor, but missed. The man received a headbutt in return, completely breaking his nose. Now the Inquisitor was angry. "[color=f26522]Alright enough of this![/color]" Enyo called out stepping up and take a step back. His two Stormtroopers continued to watch his back and guard the entry ways to the room. As Enyo began one of them turned.

"[color=f26522]I, Enyo Consulve judge thee, excommunicate traitoris. For inciting rebellion against our Holy Saint and savior of the new Imperium, Gregori Amastov. You have been found guilty and shall pay your du[/color]-" Before he could finish one of Enyo's StormTroopers cut him off. "[color=0076a3]Mi'lord the meeting you told to remind you about, it begins in an hour.[/color]" Enyo met the man with squinted eye and frown, to interrupt him was the highest disrespect, but after hearing the rest of his words his faced turned to shock. The man was right.

"[color=f26522]Oh sorry about that, were going to have hurry this thing up then, Im sure you wont mind[/color]" The Inquisitor told the broken man before beginning again."[color=f26522]I, Enyo Consulve judge thee, excommunicate traitoris. By actions, by association, and by beliefs. Yada yada yada, Sentenced to Death![/color]" As the words came out of his mouth, a laz bolt entered the man's. His brain matter sprinkling the room.


[center][h3][i]Present Time[/i][/h3][/center]

The Aquila lander almost looked as it had crashed down to the landing pad. From what it looked liked, he was one of the last ones there. He wasted no time. As soon as he was able, he sprinted off the transport and into the palace. Moving anyone or anything that stood in his way to the meeting room. He didn't barged in, but walked in with a pompous look on his face that showed he was late on purpose. Even though that was the furthest from the truth, especially when his heavy breathing and his sweaty face gave it all away.

"[color=f26522]Good afternoon to you all! So, whats this all about?[/color]"