Granted, you now have a psychotic woman forcing you to pray to the emperor three times a day, drags you along on witch hunts, and get both of you arrested after pulling a flamer out on a street magician. Outraged that the citizens of your planet would dare lock up their cannoness, a whole army of witch hunters makes landfall and declares war on our planet and slaughter untold amounts of people before claiming the planet in the name of the imperium. Good Job!
I wish that I was actually cool.