The two double oaken doors that led into the cave had already been open when the gaze of Issoctus's lenses fell upon it. Smoke had slowly started to garner and billow out of the story tall opening, hugging the ceiling of the cavern as if trying to stay as far away from the metal giant for as long as possible before rushing out into the night sky. Behind the giant was the mine cart filled with Ozpin's propped up form, followed by its two guardians and laborers, Sabastion and Rathenau. The marching pace was halted, the mine cart slowly grinding to a stop behind the Giant as he took in the view or the surrounding landscape. Moon light filled the night sky in mass, sparkly unmatched save for a few wandering clouds. A light breeze brought forth the slight waver in the trees that clumped together before them, a small dirt path leading from the entrance of the cave into the darkened recesses of the forest, curving slightly to the right, following the curve of the mountains leading northeast, to the city Ozpin spoke of named Vale. He could see fires raging from this distance, no augmentations to see the effect the Grimm had, or the multiple howls upon the wind as the massive form of a stone dragon rested atop the highest spire within the sky line. He turned his gaze back towards the forest itself, to find that the trees eventually gave way to shoreline, the dark green grass giving out to sand in natural mounds and currents, its color having turned from a rudimentary yellow to an almost pearly white beneath the light of the moon. He ignored the approach of the two companions from behind as they made their own observations of the surrounding hillside. The silent perceptions of the trio was broken by Sabastion, his helm tilted upward to the point as if he would tip backward into the breeze, spear and shield held loosely in their places of hanging palms.

"What in the name of Olympus happened to the symbol of Artemis?" He whispered, Rathenau looking up and Issoctus stepping back in caution, combi-bolter raised in preparation for a target before he too realized that the warrior was observing upwards.

"I wonder what could have happened to cause that level of Destruction." Rathenau said hesitantly, his eyes looked on the form of the half complete moon, the other half shattered and held within the gravitational orbit of it's whole still partner.

"Logical thesis would state that spare use of a cyclonic torpedo, ranging between the usage of one to three would be significant enough to cause such devastation the crust and internal core of the satellite of that size. For what reason I do not understand but this raises another question." Issoctus drones out, his gravelly tone almost mechanical in its intellectual nature. The three others present had no time to react to the sudden movement of the Giant as he spun about, his semi raised weapon full extended toward the prone form of Ozpin, who had been watching the three from his suspended mockery of a throne within the mine cart. The green tinted spectacles focused solely on the Giant now, a single silvery eyebrow raised in question, his face a complete and perfect example of stunned confusion but his eyes betrayed him, spelling out one word from the very depths of his person: Fear.

"You Lied." The anger and malice dripped from the Giant's voice through the external vox communicator, his words formed a low growl from a distance but even from the meager ten feet away he could have whispered it an Ozpin would still be able to Feel the controlled fury within it.

"YOU LIED!" Issoctus's voice bellowed again from the speakers, a grinding roar filled with barely contained fury, the sound causing the few local bird to make haste in removing themselves from the nearby tree line. In less than a second his armored form strode a step and a half to the front of prone green suited headmaster, combi-bolter so close to the man's face that he pilot light of the underslung flamer threatened to jump from its place at the bottom of the barrel to his nose. Though the desperate situation needed to be diffused least he end up a burning pyre in an steel cart he began to do what he did best, and that was Talk.

"I did not lie about anything Issoctus, I stand by what I said in the fact that there is no "Imperium of Man" here. I barely can guess at what a cyclonic torpedo is but if it can be used in single digits to represent the destruction caused to our lunar satellite we call "the moon" then obviously I am not the only one who would be wonder just what the hell you actually are and why you are here. You came through portals of sheer white in the Vault, yet none of you are alike." Ozpin retaliated viciously, his voice like ice in its pure opposite of Issoctus's violate temper. The fear that hung over him still clung to the corners of his face but he was determined to press on, despite looking down the barrel of the Giant's double barreled weapon. "If you're so centered upon what is true about us why do you feel the need to hide your face like some type of coward. If you are so concerned to tell me what I know and do not know, then why don't you bare your face and say that I have been lying through my TEETH!" Ozpin bellowed out the end, causing both Sabastion and Rathenau, who had both been watching the conversation between the two men with growing concern, back away once again.

"To think, that even for a second, that a liar, not to even mention a Heretic, would dare demand me to remove my Holy armor's helm just to give you the satisfaction of proof for your mundane and treacherous reasons is perhaps the most foolish things I have ever heard. I think its high time we removed the problem." Issoctus boomed, his form standing tall again, yet the gigantic gun never wavered from its place in front of the Headmaster's face.

"Wh-" Ozpin, thoroughly confused by the assumptions and accusations of the Giant, began before he was interrupted by Issoctus's gravelly voice once again.

"I will admit, you are perhaps the worst heretical psyker I ever had the unfortunate displeasure of meeting, I will cease your unknowing heresies evermore." the giant started, before he began once more, his voice taking a tune more akin to giving a great oriental speech, "I, Papheus Issoctus, Captain of the Iron Hands Third Company, sanction you, Headmaster Ozpin of Remnant, to death, on accounts of being an unsanctioned psyker, committing countless heresies, and attempting to deceive an Instrument of His Divine Will. May the Emperor account in all balances, and may his Holy Judgement be heard by all." The Giant boomed, his voice carrying across the forest and ridgeline. He locked his gaze with the trembling eyes of Ozpin as the man finally seemed to understand exactly what was happening. He opened his mouth, his eyes transmitting an uncountable amount of emotions as Issoctus's metal finger depressed the trigger.


Author's Note: Surprise, I'm back, I nearly died within the last three months and may or may not have had a run in with a couple of lads back from the old days before my exile. Sorry the Chapter's short, Just decided to write it up while I had the time. I wanna see what you all think about the cliff hanger here (Hint* Hint* it has something to do with the current plot of the show.) and will tell you now don't expect daily updates. I recently got a Poleaxe and have been training with it and can safely say that I have run five different heavy leather and straw training dummies through with it. I may or may not have nearly punched a hole through the front of my neighbors car, but to be honest they really shouldn't have parked exactly into my training area like the heretics they are. Also, I'm pretty much giving up on my other story, cause I already know the plat isn't going anywhere, Ill update it pretty soon just to break it out. It wasn't going very far anyway cause I'm a lazy fuck when it comes to writing but not the ideas.