[center][h2][b]Justicar Hektor Autark[/b][/h2][/center]
At long last, the Guard arrived. It was impossible to miss the Guard, as they were singing loudly as they came, blowing any semblance of cover as they did. Having been relatively hidden in the first instance, of course (at least as much as a cadre of loud vehicles could be), this was highly displeasing to the Justicar; yet even as their commander sent a B-Company (they had a B-Company?) round to assault the mansion from the north side, Hektor was thinking about how to make best use of this change of plans... the plan had been to burst into view abruptly and send the hounds in to take out the heavy weaponry. But now...

'Handler Ceras, Verispex Frea, take the cyber-mastiffs and a Rumbler,' he ordered. 'Look for a side entrance. The moment you find one that isn't outright barred, blow it away, and send the mastiffs through to take out as many heavy installation pairs as possible. Do not die.'

'Yes, sir,' uttered Michael, a little tense on the idea.

'Yessir, sir!' replied Ceras, smiling with wild abandon. Well, she was going to have a good time, at least; as for Frea, he imagined he might be slightly safer when he wasn't out in the open, and would be far more capable of finding any necessary evidence from inside the complex. Even as they and the dogs made their way off and around the complex, through streets that ought to be hidden from enemy fire for the most part, the Repressor made its appearance at last, its full payload of soldiers in tow. With the element of surprise thoroughly eliminated anyway, Hektor raised a hand in acknowledgement, then gestured affirmatively, directing the tank around and toward the front entrance. To the other two, Arbitrator and Judge, he simply uttered 'Weapons primed. Lockshields ready.'

Their approach toward the front was led by the tank, which halted within fifty meters of the outer wall as the apparent leader of the enemy forces appeared atop it. The triad of Arbites on foot approached behind three thick shields, a wall of plasteel and ceramite magnetically bound into a three-segmented barrier to deflect all but the most egregious weapons fire. And yet, for their heavy armament, the enemy was almost more heavily armed and armoured in kind - aside from what they now knew of their weaponry, the front entrance of the estate was closed and locked. It'd take more powerful equipment than what he'd brought to break in - which made it a good thing the Guard had their own options, after all.

And the man in charge, the dog who claimed they themselves were but dogs, made his statement. Claiming he was "the legitimate authority on this planet", and that he'd have them all gunned down if he was taken out now. What a disgusting joke. Angered now, Autark pushed the comms button on his shield, activating its voxhailer function and those of the lockshields to either side of him, so as to ensure his message was perfectly received by all ears on that battlement.

'This is Justicar Autark,' he announced, his voice naught but contempt. 'In case your Enforcers have forgotten, this Hive operates under the same rules as the rest of the Imperium. The governor is not the law. [i]I am[/i] the law.'

He let that sink in for a bit before continuing. As Justicar of the Yunnalin System, his authority superceded all others within its bounds save the Lord Marshal of the Yunnalin Precinct and her superiors. The Inquisition were a grey area, of course. Mere Enforcers were not. 'The presence or absence of Inquisitorial activity is null. You are hereby charged with obstruction of justice and failure to uphold the laws of the Imperium, and ordered to relinquish all firearms and allow the Adeptus Arbites to enter and investigate this estate for evidence. Failure to comply will be taken as admission of guilt, for which the sentence will be death.' Granted, they were all going to die anyway, but if they were willing to open up and let the Arbitrators in whilst thinking otherwise, it'd be an easier entry by far. He might even allow them a quicker execution.