<strong>Name:</strong>Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Arbite Trooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/><br/>“Doesn’t sit well with me. Know what I mean Regis? Maybe…I over exaggerated my uh…’deduction’ back there but you have to admit I was pretty accurate for the most part. Big hole, Psychic witchery, something horrible in there. Enough to make Dieter there go a little bonkers. Sorry about um… hitting him in the head a few times. Figured you kind of liked your arm and all. I guess you woulda just gotten a replacement or something. Still…somebody was down there at some point. More than whatever it was that was in there. Got any ideas? The way I see it if we can track down some members of the gang that got put up to this we can narrow down some suspects or at least some places to look. Gangers don’t like Arbites sure, but they usually know damn well what their own people are doing…”<br/><br/>Scragg thrust his hands into his pockets to avoid touching anyone in the crowd around the precinct. He didn’t want another episode like on his way to this assignment if he could avoid it. Without so much as a malicious glint in his eye he lurched his shoulder into a miscreant in their path just enough to push him into one of the Enforcers to inspire some baton-to-face diplomacy while Scragg moved along feigning ignorance. No one ever said he was a good arbite. He did however pass a glance back to Rhia for a split second, smiling as he leaned a little closer to the techpriest as they moved along. “How about that contact though? Isadora? I’ve heard you cog boys say the flesh is weak but mine certainly wasn’t with that blonde all fired up, right? Eh? Eeeeh?” he’d snicker, nudging Regis with his elbow as if a member of the mechanicus would somehow drop centuries of emotionless decorum and suddenly shoot the shit.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7949463#msg7949463">Quote from: Lidian on 26-03-2013, 21:40:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>"Scragg! HEY! SCRAGG! SCRAAAAAG.... Elias!" She'd shout, trying her damnest to get his attention as she'd bite her lip.<br/> <br/>"Maybe... you could like, let me out. That would be just fethin' peachy." She'd say, grinning from ear to ear.<br/><br/>"Really Peachy actually, I kinda gotta piss. Like. Bad. Like, Oh sweet Emperor I'm about to piss all over this really incredibly ugly carpet bad. Are you even listening? Uncuff me... Pretty please?"<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>It was at the mention of his first name that he suddenly shuddered from head to toe, eyes widening and the muscles of his hands contracting into fists as his vision shifted to the left to the shimmying little ganger mag-cuffed to the wall. His entire posture then sunk as his lungs exhaled a wheezing sigh of exasperation. “Um…go ahead and report in, I’ll catch up with you in a second. I think someone just kicked me in the philanthropy.” Holding his hand up in a half-hearted wave to the group he’d make a short jog over to the multicolored ‘pillar of a polite and civil lady.’