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[Aria Jenneth]

She follows Arkon onto the train. "And that would make it more acceptable as a place for erecting new structures?"

[Arkon Sarain]

Smiles, "The districts of Dam-Torsad are reflections not only of the history of the Empire, but also of the diverse ideas at play within it - the Udorians, though now no longer distinct from the True Amarr, have long been seen as modernisers and utilise new technology to realise the prosperity and virtue of the Empire."

The train begins to slow, approaching a station.

"The Tash-Murkon royal family are indicative of this attitude still. As I have said before the image of the Empire as a monolithic and static entity is ill-founded - if we were committed solely to one vision would we revise and update our Scriptures as new revelations of God's plan and creation are made?"

[Aria Jenneth]

"Well, no. But, respectfully, I haven't ... really had that perception for a while now, Your Honor. It's more that, here above all places, history seems to be held in deep reverence. And there's hardly anywhere that something important hasn't happened at some time or another, even if there didn't seem to be a lot of general reluctance to tear things down.

"... but ... I guess, if the Udorians are modernizers, then a Udorian district would most demonstrate its historical character as such by modernizing."

[Arkon Sarain]

The train glides to a stop, and people begin to file out - noticeably this is not the mad rush of most public transport, but even here the movement is orderly and by social class. Thus Arkon and Aria are among the first to leave the train.

Arkon nods at her statements and then taking a few steps down the platform and eventually exiting onto the street opposite the Hedion campus in Dam-Torsad. Smiling Arkon looks at the glittering towers, a place of academia was always instantly recognisable - it is never the buildings but the atmosphere, the noises and conversations, that betrays its purpose.

"Welcome to the Hedion campus of Dam-Torsad." He smiles at Aria, the MIO men are still there respectfully at a distance. He leads them closer to the campus, across the street, and near the two veterans playing their board game.

[Aria Jenneth]

Aria follows Arkon out of the train, looking around at the surrounding structures and people. For the moment, she says nothing, merely taking in all she can of the place as she walks.

[Lunarisse Aspenstar]

Meanwhile, the two older man playing a board game chat idly, but their attention is soon drawn by the animated student who is beginning to speak louder and more vigorously, enough for bystanders to hear.

Vincentus frowns as the name of "Professor Emeritus Albizu Zateki" is heard.  "That fool kid better be careful.  Didn't that fellow leave under a cloud, too edgy and liberal even for Hedion University?"  He moves a piece.

Johanes stares at the board, his brows furrowed in thought. "He was a fruitcake and turned out to be one of them Blooder denumerations.  I heard he died." He moves a piece.

Meanwhile, a bell chimes, signaling the change of sessions.  The kite flyer is now winding his string down.  The artist seems lost in thought staring at the students, her paint brush dangling in the air like an unpunctuated sentence.

[Aria Jenneth]

Aria, likewise, has perked up an ear at the disruption, cocking her head as she hears Zateki mentioned.

"Hm. Small universe," she remarks to Arkon. "It ... sounds like that poor fool had a following?"

[Lunarisse Aspenstar]

The kite flyer makes his way over to the students behind the speaker, while at the same time, the artist makes her way to the other side.  Suddenly, after the kite flyer taps on the speaker's shoulder, badges are flashed and it's clear that the pair are MIO agents.

Johanes grunts "Well.. that was predictable."

"Your move, Vincentus."

[Lunarisse Aspenstar]

After a brief protestation, the agitating student is bound, hands behind his back, with the kite string turning out to be a strong nano-fiber weave.  The artist is taking names from the other, rather shaken, students and writing them down on her sketch pad on the sketch of the scene that she was making previously.  She is using her brush, which turned out to be a directional microphone, to take and record statements.

Vincentus shakes his head "Well that's a shame, that whole lot will need to be re-educated now." He moves his piece. "I hope they don't make all of his students go through it."

Johanes responds "All those brains and not an ounce of common sense."

Vincentus simply sighs and moves his piece and gives Johanes a nod.

[Aria Jenneth]

Wordlessly, and with wide eyes, Aria watches the MIO doing its duty. She pulls her shawl a little more closely around her shoulders.

[Lunarisse Aspenstar]

The proceedings 'concluded', the two MIO agents escort the agitator off the public square leaving behind shaken, and in some instances sobbing students in their wake who hastily disperse.

As he waits for Johanes to make his move, Vincentus remarks "I think they forgot they were on the Dam-Torsad Satellite campus, not Hedion."

Johanes nods "Yeah they get lost up there in their ivory showers."

[Aria Jenneth]

"What will become of him?" Aria's voice is hushed.

[Arkon Sarain]

Watched the scene unfold without any noticeable reaction on his features, his hands remained clasped gently in front of him, and blue robes rustled in the light breeze.

At Aria's question he looked down at her with a gentle gaze, and his tone as ever warm and genial gave his reply, hands instinctively moving as he answered.

"That will depend on their guilt in the late Master Zateki's heresy, if they were merely unwitting students in his classes who did nothing wrong beyond that misfortune? Then they will simply be sent for re-education, to ensure that they were not corrupted." He walks forward onto the campus some more. "If however they are discovered to have been more actively involved, or if they are found to be corrupted beyond redemption? Then the MIO will do what is necessary to preserve the good of the Empire and the Faith."

Arkon wanders across the grass, feeling a wonderful sense of being at home, "I am sure you appreciate after your incident on Templar Vadam's warbarge the threat Sani Sabik thought presents to all in the cluster..." He smiles at some passing students who bow, "... Like a gangrenous limb, you do not let the infection spread - no better to remove it if there is no other way to save the body."

[Aria Jenneth]

"I was asking more about the speaker than about his fellows ... but it's the same answer, to a greater degree, isn't it? The answer will depend on whether he was a favored professor, or a mentor in darker things?

"It ... seems unlikely that a secretive cultist would be holding forth on a university campus, though."

[Arkon Sarain]

"I don't follow sorry Ms. Jenneth, the fellow the MIO took into custody was just a student... unless you mean Master Zateki? He is beyond the reach of even the MIO." Chuckles a little though he seems puzzled by Aria's question but walks on. At her next inquiry, "That student may have thought his ideas benign out of ignorance, however that does not make them so."

His hands moves as he explains, "Our lives are precarious, narrow is the path of the Light we walk in, and dark shadows surround us always. Sometimes we do not notice our hands or feet are even in the dark. So we must always be vigilant, always ensure our lives continue in His light - it is a difficult task to be sure, but to be worthy in His eyes is the only task worth undertaking." His voice is serene and calm.