*meanwhile at the Carrier*
HT:Make a course to Auir. The council will be pleased to finally have your head...heretic.
PoB: Still with that, eh? You wouldn't know a heretic if it stood and blasphemed in the Xel'Naga temple The High Templar Smacks Me*
HT:Hold your tongue, hopefully your punishment is survival. I have already made my wages that you wont survive 12 hours with those things on Ciro 4. But we'll see...*the cruiser slowly ascends and cloaks disappearing into the sky*