So. Turns out, when you realize you have the power to defeat interdimensional pollution unicorns, fire/acid/poison-breathing dragons, and cloud giants, and are in possession of two god-crystals that can open rifts in the fabric of space-time, the pitiful mewling of ordinary mortal "government officials" means nothing, and it takes little effort to end them.
I am Basteel Nockear, the Great and Terrible, and this city shall thank me for rescuing them from this sham of democracy and instituting My Divine Will upon them. All shall worship me or be destroyed.
aaaaaaand Pathfinder campaign over!