"Shit Cat, I leave you alone for a couple days and here you are up and getting promoted. Next I go on holiday you'll end up the High Marshall of the Sector." He'd start, scowling at the female arbitrator from his vantage point at the front door, still leaning up against it and crossing his arms even after Vedya pushed her way past him. At least there was no skin contact. It didn't take him but a split second longer to end his little razz of his former partner and he was smiling again.<br/><br/>"Congratulations Cat. Do you prefer sir or mam? We'll have the gangers in question begging to be booked at the gates of the Fortress of Justice in no time. See if I can't get some more respect attached to that name of yours." Despite some of the early sarcasm and snark there was a genuine respect for her even if it did come through the slurred words of a man with a Lho-stick in his mouth talking out the corner of his lips.<br/><br/>"And Oh... before I forget,<strong>Haxtes</strong>was it?" Scragg held his hand up, making a downward loop with his index finger to emphasize the attention.<br/><br/>"Might be a little while before we all converge again so I'll ask this now. Think in your spare time you could look into the Arbitrator reports on the gangs of this sector? I ain't big on inter-gang politics but it might help us figure out who better to question and who'se tied to who later on and what colors not to be wearin' in a dark alley."<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7217404#msg7217404">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 13-11-2012, 11:19:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><strong> "Scragg, I want you on lead with the factory explosion. Obviously.. "</strong> she points at the tech priest before continuing <strong>"Sorry I don't think I caught your name. But anyway he will be invaluable in this, as will Bones. I don't expect it to end bloodlessly so take Conscript Veyda and.." </strong>she looks around the room once more and sizes up the pair who failed to give any rank, <strong>"You, what is your name?"</strong> she asks Rhia. <strong>"The lot of you will investigate the factory incident and make a show of the people behind it."<br/><br/></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The bravado smeared detective took a step into the room an nodded curtly to those suggested he be a squad with, more notedly in reverence to the Techpriest. He liked the Mechanicus. The ones he'd met who weren't complete sociopaths generally had control of their emotions, didn't get very touchy at least without asking, and were men and women of calculated thought. Not...that he could usually tell the difference between the men and women of the Preisthood of Mars what with all the augmentations and heavy robes...but he did try.<br/><br/>"I think I got most of your names. As mentioned by our new commander, you can call me Scragg. Or Arbitrator. Or Asshole. Or hey you. Generally you get the best reaction out of me with 'Scragg' though." Not being a fan of long distracting lectures, he tried to keep his introduction short as he was already talking enough to have the cherry of his Lho-stick bouncing to a painfully unmelodious beat.<br/><br/>"I 'find' things. Guess that's my, uh, 'Unique' Talent. Yeah, thats it. I don't think of myself as the type to go 'you do this' and 'you do that' but if we all know each other and what it is we do best that would give me the opportunity to put you in positions to do our jobs..uh...<em>efficiently</em>" He'd smile awkwardly at the Techpriest with the last word, eyes eventually falling to 'Dieter' the Plasteel Pooch.