Fire, Fire, Fire

[ABitOfVittle]

A Consul, on review of the scene--of the fallen, wastes no time. He doesn't pause, nor tarry. There is no internal memo, nor any discussion as to the potentials of this case. He wastes no time, putting it out to all within Serenity, and no doubt in time; to those without.

Monsters are to be hunted, and what is here; what has done this? Is nothing more then a monster. Guardians, consider this a Hunt. If you wish to prove yourself as a Serenite of Worth, of Honor? Then find the one who thought to commit such a baseless, disgusting act.

And bring them to me, alive.

We'll handle this Monster in honor of Ochiuatl's beliefs. With fire. And penance.

And if there are those who would harbor such a vile piece of Donkey-Shite? Then break their ribs before you drag the beast back.

Good hunting.

No jokes. No fanfare. No great and prolific statements. Just the words of a man who's contempt for the world at large grows ever-so-malignantly.