Stilheim had sometime to mull over the fact that imperial truth was being neglected on the planet, a fact which disturbed him greatly. If a blessed chapel could be abondoned so, could laxity be found amongst the populace en masse? Walking amongst the milling soldiers and workers, he was shocked to find that precious few were adequately pious, but even then...
The soldiers he spoke to looked at him as if he was crazy to worship the emperor everyday, and it took all his composure to hold back the urge to strike them down. Finally, when a lowly menial worker dared to scoff away his query, he slugged him hard and returned to the ship to report this to to zen.
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