>>6003464Ostomo gets interrupted from his medical duties because he has to snap off a salute. Echo and Sacerdotessa, backdropped by the soft *thump* of a Ferra legio smacking his gauntlet against his helmet, traditional style, get shaken out of their investigation to stand up straight. The lead Rebus Pathfinder waves it all off. Too long a day to stand on ceremony; you can all go back to slouching now.
Gentlemen. Officers.
The disarmed Sparksworn are not, technically speaking, enemy combatants. They're the victims of a crime. Please treat them kindly. It appears the people who should have have not.
The Sparkspeaker frowns further, glaring, spits a smouldering arc of half-ignited phlegm that flakes away in the air, leaving the trace of sunlight on an autumn day. How could you bind the Sun? Do you think the Empyreal can be restricted by the justice wrought by stamps, seals and *little men with badges*?
The Rebus Pathfinder raises his eyebrows.
Apologies, friend. If the Empyreal Eye, Most High Glory of the Fire Ascending, wishes to contest the treatment of its ambassador it can lodge a complaint with the nearest civil authority. Archeotheological Primordiality does not exempt you from procedural requirements. You may have broken no laws of the Sun Most High as you see it.
But down here among the earthbound, even the sun answers to the law of the Senate and the will of the people.
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>The Rebus Pathfinders prepare the prisoner for specialist courier extraction to Legion High Command at Fideli. They'll be *very* interested. 