You were a great inventor of the imperium living in a random world in your lab, a fortress/spaceship. You recently discovered FTL travel with a dark matter warp engine, catching the eye of the Imperium and Tau alike. You kept improving the design until it was better than even the Tau's fastest engines, so they decided they must have you and turn you over, for the greater good! The imperium noticed this and immediately sent their space marines to retrieve you against your will. You were deemed too important to lose so they sent you, your inventions, and your ship to Terra. The Imperial Navy guarding Terra was astonished by your ship once it arrived. It was multiple times the size of their battleships, some falsely claimed it was the lost Phalanx ship, however, it wasn't as big, but it was bigger than anything they'd seen nonetheless. They forced you to descend and they locked you in a guest room in The Palace. You protested, banged on the door, screamed, but to no avail. A few days pass and you are forcefully taken to the meeting room to meet the high lords of Terra. You are seated at a table with the twelve High Lords. The air was so thick it could choke you, and the atmosphere was tense and gloomy. The walls are decorated in gold and other luxuries like gems, including the table. The Lords were dressed in the most expensive clothes and accessories. Some with cybernetic enhancements, some mostly cybernetic, some fully human, some transhumans. Their eyes are on you all the time. The table in front of you has cups and two containers, one of wine and one of water. One wrong word and you may be executed for heresy.