<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>Two<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Cat Thebes, Callidon<br/><br/>Arbitrators rarely gave into the whims of their subjects.  The staunch enforcers of the Emperor’s Law did not bend knee, did not cater to the whims of the masses they ruled.  Unfortunate for them that all of the masses were born equal only in the eyes of the God-Emperor on Terra.  Such ideals did not last long within the Calixis Sector and such dealings only served to have a man killed until one with more suitable ideals came into power.  The Astartes Arbites was not made by fools and so their treatment of the Upper Spire was different from other areas.  This even extended down to the palace-esque treatment of their stations and the clean cut appearance of their detectives.  White holsters of leather were perched on the hips of pressed uniforms with honors and ribbons to decorate.  Name tags crisply set and warm smiles firmly plastered beneath dangerous eyes.  Cat Thebes and Callidon were only quickly reminded of the dual nature of the world they now entered.<br/><br/>Polished floors echoed their footsteps.  Boots used to the trash of human living now stalked the halls of human achievement.  Even the enforcers looked as if they had all been washed as they calmly informed a well-dressed man of his whereabouts, that man spitting and hollering from some intoxicant.  Their response was a sharp injection whereas below there would have been a stiff blow.  No less effective, just more kind on the awakening.  Adepts shifted nervously when the pair moved past, their brazen weapons a departure from the standard of uniform policy. None interceded but a few holsters were touched as if to assure that response would not be long in coming should this pair be less than they appeared.<br/><br/>The office of Investigator Primus Marc was one of many tucked away in a cloister.  Solid walls surrounded him and his name was etched on glass to proudly proclaim his status.  Decades of sifting through the cries and refuse of the nobility while also catering to the needs of the administration had given him a desire for solitude.  The interruption of ruffians from below did little to brighten his mood. Clad in the remains of a suit, bits discarded on his desk he looked the part of a barbarian given clothes.  Open collar jacket gave way to hardened and scarred muscle.  Clean skin laid over bulging muscles and a face that had only recently learned to smile.  He was a brute given designer threads.  The intelligence in his eyes and the meticulous stretch of evidence constructed behind him the only clues at a far deeper intellect and cunning.<br/><br/>Behind him a picture of a pretty blonde could be seen.  From her threads of light emenated as the entire construct was one of digital design.  That the wall was small an indicator of how little evidence there was to go on at this time.<br/><br/>“You my relief?”