<Sir, you might be interested in the following recording from our intelligence office>
"Scribe, [i:lit]explain[/i:lit]" Inquistor Smythe demanded, slamming his palm onto the ancient desk stacked tall with papers.
"It took me quite a bit to understand what was going on, but... it seems like a fillibuster to me, sir, if I'm understanding everything right. You were approved to investigate the Von Griff's [i:lit]alleged[/i:lit] acts of heresy, but... There have been some manuvuers going on, and there are now twenty-seven individual authorizations that need to be bureaucratically processed and approved by their individual tribunals before you can actually go and act upon the approved investigation request, and the Griffs have their mitts in each of them. Things aren't looking like they're going to be done anytime soon - at least not for a few decades. And that's if they don't [i:lit]appeal[/i:lit]. Or worse, [i:lit]overturn[/i:lit] this. It's a pretty tricky situation. There's red tape everywhere. Our hands are tied."
"I don't have time for this nonsense. Get me on the first ship to the Von Griff's solar system, cut the cost out of my pay."
"...I'm afraid [i:lit]I[/i:lit] can't do that, sir. It's illegal by the 478th Anti-Vigilantism Act. You have to wait for the paperwork to be done before you're allowed to go there."
Smythe gave the scribe a terribly long stare.
"Scribe, I suddenly feel terribly, cripplingly ill and I will be unfortunately forced to take a pause in my duties until I recover." the Inquisitor stated, deadpan. "I announce and file my immediate medical leave."
"...Are you sure si-?"
"File it. Now."
"As you wish, sir."
>Inquisitor Smythe and their entourage is (illegally) prowing your area.<According to our experts, we're clearly authorized here to use lethal force and any measure necessary to defend ourselves from this rogue Inquisitor. Awaiting your orders on how to proceed, sir.>
