Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-26178112-20170511230727/@comment-26383377-20170528154218

"Governor Altmund. On behalf of the inquisition, I press the following charges." Throgar extended his left arm to the nearest guard, who provided him with a scroll. The Inquisitor slowly uncureld the scroll, revealing the multiple inquisitorial seals that were present on the text. "Failure to protect your homeworld from a chaotic invasion. Failure to alert the nearest star systems in time to prevent said invasion. Failure to contian the hereticla threat that is posed to this rather vital part of the Calixis Sector's trade route. Failure to ration supplied to nearby cities. Failure to allocate military resources correctly. Failure to directly report to the holy Inquisition." The list went on and on and on. But Throgar didn't have time to deal with such trivialties, he tossed the decree to the governor's feet.

"Failure, Failure, Failure. Such a disappointment.  You have allowed the malignant threat of chaos to seep into this integral component of the Imperium's trading route. You have failed as a Governor, you have failed as a Leader. You have failed as a warrior." Throgar looked straight into the Governeor's eyes with a ghastly stare.

"You have failed your people, you have failed your men. You have failed the leaders who came before you. You have failed the Imperium. And, an act more dishonorable than anything prevously listed. You have failed the God-Emperor of mankind."

The magna-holster on Throgar's side immediately activated, propelling his storm bolter straight to Throgar's palm. He used his thumb to switch the firing mode from fully automatic, to semi automatic. He quickly raised the barrel of the gun, and pointed it dead straight at the Governor's temple, before pulling the trigger.