<div class="floatleft">(http://fc05.deviantart.net/fs28/f/2008/059/6/7/mega_city_one_by_knotlikeyou2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Progen Fifteen<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>One<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Rhia Euphrati, Regis, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br/><br/>The cybermastiff padded forward without delay.  Natural curiosity coupled with training meant the hound gave little pause to consider consequences.  Metallic claws clinked on the flooring while a nose bent down to brush over the ground.  Sharp inhalations were taken alongside the sound of servos whirring and gears grinding within the body.  Regis could almost hear the communication between his harness and the mastiff’s mind.  Scent was translated into quantitative numerals that were then translated into meaning within the communication between them.  The taste of something strange formed in Regis’s mouth, flesh and blood.  A sharp metallic, nearly thickening scent formed inside his mouth and watered his tongue.  Dieter gave a sharp bark of interest at the machinery, those metal claws pawing at the flooring as if trying to dig out the machine and into the crater below.