Risen

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Roman, huh?

That's a Tribune's ring?

Yes.

Have you come far?

Now! Cmon!

Cmon!

Thirty years the Roman Emperor Tiberius Caesar

has ruled the wasteland of Judea and its people.

Barabbas! Barabbas!

As Tribune to Prefect Ponpiu Pilate,

my task is to keep order in a city

that is distinct in unrest.

The Jews pray to their single God, Yahweh,

for the arrival of the mystical Messiah.

As their religious leader,

the Sanhedrin try to keep an uneasy peace.

But each day creates more zealous

to challenge the rule of Rome,

and bring freedom.

Instead, we bring them death.

Kill them all!

Position! Throw!

Hold this line!

Tribune!

We have Barabbas!

Bring him!

I know how this ends.

Then tell Yahweh's you are coming,

courtesy of Mars.

It must pain you to know that

the one true God, chooses us over you.

But not today, he didn't.

But when the Messiah comes,

Rome will be nothing!

Until then...

Tribune, Pilate summons you!

I'm yet sticky with filth.

No matter, there's more trouble.

Come on! Come on!

Did you win?

I was told to hurry.

In truth, you're well dressed for this job.

Whats happened?

Passover!

Every hot headed and holy fool

in Judea was here stirring havoc.

Some mystic, one of the following vibe making

waves to the Sanhedrin decided to put him down.

He sent a rather mob here,

screaming for his blood,

because he claims to be their Messiah.

I had to crucify him.

Don't give me that look!

I've had enough already.

I had a situation Tribune,

something that you don't seem to understand.

Soon the Emperor arrives here,

and he expects to find, order.

Order!

What does he want of me, Prefect?

Take control out there and finish things.

This is gone long enough.

And do this Nazarene a small mercy.

Break his legs.

Clavius, meet your new aide.

Lucius Ticonius Enius.

His father's a friend.

It's an honor, Tribune.

What sky is this?

Lost out the sunshine.

Woh! Easy.

Poseidon is unhappy.

Some God is.

I hate it when they scream, I hate it.

It could last for days up there.

Get back now!

Centurion, how goes this?

It's a strange day, Tribune.

It was just a tremor.

Not that. Too much dark in here.

But this King...something's wrong.

The mob feel it.

Light a few.

Show him the rod.

The Nazarene, is he dead now?

After only six hours.

It can't be! Has he spoken?

Has he spoken?

Just before the tremor.

He said, 'it's finished'.

See that it is.

Finally.

Won't be long now.

It's the Nazarene's mother.

Hold!

Use the pulley.

Get that woman's to shut up!

Keep her quiet!

Feel unlucky today?

This man was innocent.

Still yourself now.

Go on! And tell the Prefect is done.

Disperse! It's over!

Go on home!

Move! Leave now! Leave!

That's it! Let it go. That's it, let it go.

You're free now.

Breathe!

That's it, let it go.

Take the pliers!

Never killed a king before.

Where is it!

Tribune, I come from Pilate.

Please read this.

You are Arimathea?

I am.

Your own family tomb.

What's he to you?

The Sabbath is almost here.

I only need two hours.

Please.

He's yours.

Nicodemus hurry!

Mary!

Leave him.

Sir?

Go find your centurion.

These will bury him.

Please Tribune.

Gently! Gently!

Come, Clavius, soak this day away.

Fill his cup. Keep it filled.

What do you desire?

A meal, a massage, a girl?

Just this.

You're young...

a night's rest, you will do it all again.

Your service is valued, Tribune.

I rely on it.

So, ask pardon if today I seemed heft.

Don't matter.

Is the Nazarene entombed?

I pushed the stone against it myself.

It was huge stone.

Many a lives.

Transpired with him.

It's a strange case.

I've never seen a death so wished for.

Even by Him!

As if he wanted to be sacrificed.

They are fanatics.

Yahweh deranges them.

Yes, no other Gods.

None left.

I myself pray only to Minerva.

For wisdom. You?

Mars.

Of course.

Let's hope of of them hears us.

I could use the help.

One does what he knows.

I wish the man you were.

Spare me.

It's your bath too.

Your ambition is noticed.

Where do you hope it would lead?

Rome.

And?

Position, Power.

Which brings?

Wealth.

A big family, someday a place in the country.

Where will you find...

An end of a trail.

A day without death.

Peace.

All that for peace?

Is there no other way?

Well, I'm to bed.

Tomorrow promises further punishments.

The Nazarene...did you find him different?

I found him dead.

So you did.

Peace, Tribune. Have a good night.

Good night.

A coin for the ferryman.

Journey well, Gaius Elius.

Legion forward!

Legion 10!

Tribune, Pilate summoned you.

Ave, Prefect!

I smell of meat. A feast?

Funeral.

There's your solution!

Burn them in public.

God forbids cremation.

He also forbids labor on Sabbaths.

And, yet, here you are

Tribune.

Why to Ardeth?

To crucify Nazareth.

Why?

His business is unfinished.

The man is dead, Caiaphas.

His followers are in hiding.

He is no longer a threat to you monopoly on piety.

But still a threat, don't you think?

While alive, that deceiver said

HE would rise again after three days.

He foretold.

We request that the sarcophagus be sealed

so that his disciples don't come

at night and steal the body.

Not to say then HE has arisen from the dead.

That would cause more unrest in the city,

than all these blasphemies combined.

You have your own guards, secure yourself.

My words exactly!

To which I reply we need a Roman seal.

This should appear as the

impartial will of the Prefect.

And not yours.

We only see what Caesar sees.

Peace in Jerusalem.

Peace in Judea.

What you'll lose, if this body vanishes.

Hence why summon me.

Just see to it.

Satisfy yourself.

Seal it. Seal.

No one touches those seals until sunset tomorrow.

Understood?

Then tell the priests.

Where's your centurion? He's not himself, Sir.

Not since yesterday.

Is that what pains you?

No, Sir, no.

It's just, we'd have a night off.

I'll have rations sent.

You are Sanhedrin, too?

Yes.

Thy brothers despise you,

yet you mourn Him.

He was very special.

A king?

You test me, Tribune?

What was His name, the Nazarene?

He was called Yeshua.

Move!

He forgot. You know he did.

If he had sent food,

he would have told.

He is an Officer.

If we forget, can you phantom the pieces!?

I was saving it for supper, but...

Oh! You absolute champion!

I thought we lost the lot.

Tribune, Pilate summons you.

He is gone!

The Nazarene? Of course the Nazarene!

His tomb, his stone empty!

Who brought the news? The guards?

Your guards are missing.

Some simpleton reported it!

Who did you put on the detail?

I want them to be found and

lashed to death, preferably!

Let me investigate.

That would be helpful before Caiaphas and

his pack of raving Jews show up here.

Too late.

Tribune.

Shall we dispense with the lies?

The guards have told me.

They came to you!?

Seeking sanctuary.

They know the penalty for sleeping on duty.

What happened?

Exactly what I predicted.

The Heretic disciples came

in the night and stole the body.

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