<strong>Name:</strong>Elias Scragg<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Arbite Trooper<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Progen Fifteen<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>One<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>Rhia Euphrati, Regis, Cato Bones,<span class="bbc_u">Elias Scragg</span>, Veyda<br/><br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/>The tech priest seemed unmoved by the display.  Rather the red robed figure turned his back toward the Enforcer with no amount of disdain or consideration.  Like the machine the priest emulated he simply continued to do the service requested of him.  A hand was waved toward the toppled machinery and the one sunken into the floor.  Servitors began to descend from above to begin mapping the equipment, sharp red lights sweeping over the mechanics while the tech priest silently oversaw the procedure.  The enforcer nearly leapt atop the man before turning sharply to Scragg.<br/><br/>“And what the fu..err….sorry sir.”  A cough was given so that she had time to collect her bearing and consider the two armed women beside him.  “The priest here thinks we are lost for causes here and wants to take the machinery apart now before we even have a chance to section off the area.  Says we can’t take a peek at their toy.”  The woman nearly growled the last words.<br/><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><br/>“We might be able t’do something about that. We brought a Techpriest of our own that might be able to talk some sense into ‘em. Either that or his Cybermastif might be able to persuade him a little further. I hear they just don’t like their secrets revealed to people like us or those that’ll either abuse or blaspheme all over them. S’a odd little cult but they’re easier to deal with when you know a little about where they’re comin’ from. Done good work so far eh Legia?”  Scragg took a long drag off his Lho-stick and eyeballed the back of the techpriests head as he stood there cold and machinelike overseeing the dismantling of evidence they needed.<br/><br/>“Techpriest! Detective Scragg of the Adeptus Arbites and my associates. Might not be willing to let my enforcer friend here into the crime scene but perhaps you’ll make an exception for someone you can trust to have a respectful touch to your precious machines and damaged, uh…machine spirits?” He tried to at least sound like he was accustomed to their practices but having associated with the cogs here and again was no indoctrination into mechanicus lore. He’d turn his head back to the Enforcer after a moment and start again.<br/><br/>“Think you can fill us in while we wait for our Interrogator and Techpriest to get here? Something tells me they might have better luck with the questions here so I guess the three…well…four of us now should have all the facts straight for when they arrive?” He’d look the enforcer up and down once. In the presence of women this usually made Scragg look that much more like a slimeball but it was just how he’d learned to assess someone by taking in their stance and how they held themselves regardless of what sex they were. Though, one shouldn’t get him wrong, Scragg looked for all the wrong reasons too, not just for the right ones. Rhia and Veyda would get a glance over his shoulder, there plenty of room to look around even if they couldn’t get down to the machinery yet.<br/><br/>