>>5846102In the dimly lit archives of the Administratum Scriptorium, Armin Voss anxiously sifts through his meticulous work as a higher-ranking official, Auditor Valeria Serac, arrives unannounced for an unexpected audit. The atmosphere becomes tense as Auditor Serac scrutinizes the trade tariff documents, her keen eyes catching the subtle alterations.
Auditor Serac: (narrows her eyes) What is the meaning of these symbols and patterns, Voss? This is highly irregular.
Armin Voss: (stammering) It's, uh, just a personal touch, Auditor. Helps me stay focused on the details.
Auditor Serac: Personal touch? This is a formal document, not an art project. Explain yourself, scribe.
As the interrogation progresses, the clandestine rebellion within the documents becomes impossible to conceal. The tension heightens as Auditor Serac confronts Armin with the undeniable evidence of his subversion.
Armin Voss: (nervously) I didn't mean any harm; it's just a way to break the monotony of the work.
Auditor Serac: Breaking the monotony, you say? Your actions undermine the sanctity of our records. This is a breach of protocol and could be considered heresy.
News of the discovery quickly reaches the ears of Magister Thorne, whose stern expression upon learning of Armin's rebellion spells impending retribution.
Magister Thorne: Voss, my office. Now.
In the dim confines of Magister Thorne's office, the weight of punishment hangs in the air as Armin faces the consequences of his actions.
Magister Thorne: (scowling) Voss, your attempt at personal expression jeopardizes the sanctity of our work. In addition to increased workload, heightened surveillance, potential reassignment, and 40 lashes, you'll be forcibly tattooed on your forehead with the High Gothic phrase: "Diligentia in Officio, Gloria Imperialis." Consider it a permanent reminder of the consequences of insubordination. This insolence will not be tolerated.
Armin, his aspirations for individuality shattered, nods in silent acknowledgment as the chains of bureaucracy tighten around him. The cruel lashes and the forced tattoo, etched onto his forehead in the noble language of the Imperium, serve as lasting scars, reminders of the price paid for even a small rebellion within the hive city of Trunnaka.
