Tyber chuckled a little as he spoke, “I am a weapon, forged for the conquest of the stars. I am not meant to uphold the laws of the Imperium.”
Leaning back with his head tilting up to face the roof, a smile played on the corners of his mouth, as he continued; “Truly I am a son of the First Legion, a descended of the Six Hosts… If you need an Astartes to uphold the Emperor’s Laws, then I suggest you seek out a son of the 13th, they are a sticklers for their rules after all.”
Out of the corner of his eyes he could see the marshal wrinkle her brow and nose a bit as she said to him, “That may be, but the hand that swings the sword is dispensing justice. And if the Xenos are as bad as some say, death may just be a mercy in and of itself."
Again, he started to chuckle, before countering with; “Marshal, by your own words, would you ask your shock maul about a sentence before dispensing it? As I am the Emperor’s sword, a weapon, nothing more, nothing less…” his smile and laughter died off quickly, “I was not kidding however, we are going to need anyone and everyone, young and old alike to hold this world. Having mortals locked up right now will do nothing but provide the Xenos an easy source of bio-matter that will be unable to fight back. For the duration of this conflict, I would advise to suspend all incarcerations and stay all executions until we have either put down the threat or we are all dead anyways. In the end however, you are the arbiter of justice here, I am not. You can either take my advice or not, be aware that both will likely have consequences… I only ask that you weigh the wrong, right and correct choices.”
With that he closes his eyes, awaiting the next stop.
I added in the Marshal's words from below to make one post, rather than one update and a follow up post.
Edited by Steel Company, 18 March 2019 - 10:02 PM.