“Good. I was hoping you would be sensible. Don't worry too much about your continued existence breaking any laws; the Inquisition need heed no law but the Emperor's Will – you are above and beyond any law made by man as long as you are with us.” She releases the force maul clipped to her utility belt, then does something to the control surfaces. Instead of activating as it should the maul's grip suddenly transforms into a tripod, which the woman places on the floor, well away from the table. It sits there, humming with pent-up power, then there is a sudden rush of air and a sickening sensation of falling. A large metal chest sits upon the floor where the tripod was moments before; a teleportation homer! “Unfortunately the local Arbites know a little too much about your nature, so it would be best for all if you died here. To prevent further inquiry.” She moves over to the chest, opens the lid, and hauls out an exact physical replica of Maximilian. She turns and smiles: “Time to change places Acolyte.” As you hobble over to the chest the copy stirs as it is manhandled into the interview chair. The last thing you see before the lid closes is the dark-haired woman calmly loading a slide into her auto-pistol. “Sweet dreams Maximilian Elazar Dante. And welcome to your new life.” The the lid slams down and the stasis-field immediately engages, freezing your body and mind at that exact moment of time.