<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/>Progen Fifteen stood like a wounded soldier among a legion of similar faces.  A bulky structure of squares and hard lines, the expansive building towered over more conventional structures.  Hardened stone and mortar crafted a seemingly impenetrable surface.  Metal lattice work formed a perimeter fence along the edges of the structure; twisted strips of razor wire dotted the tops of this fence.  Three separate checkpoints pointed toward the harsh security measures the owners of the factory had put into place even before the riots.  A few torn pieces of metal, bloodied flesh and clothing showed evidence of the human onslaught the fences had endured.  Armed guard posts stood erect and proud at each perimeter fence, local security now replaced with Imperial standard troops and Arbites Enforcers.<br/><br/>Tragedy would not stop the production though.  Workers milled about, rushed to and fro through the checkpoints and smoke churned upward to the ceiling of the hive to be collected by giant fans and pipes.  That some of the soot fell back to the ground did not seem to bother any of the owners or masters of industry as they all lived far from the dregs of this place.  Such ash covered the faces of most people here and the scent of chemicals had long ago burned away the hairs of many nostrils.  Those unaccustomed to such places could feel their eyes watering in defense and their mouths growing dry from the debris of the air.  A wide berth was given to the obviously armed and unique appearing individuals that descended to the press of workers and people.<br/><br/>Pressing forward into the inner sanctum of the factory the investigators would easily see the pile of burning bodies in the largest yard.  Twisted workers of mutant origin dumped bodies of deceased gang members onto the pile of sickly flame, their figures eaten by the greed of fire.  Factory workers had been properly cremated and soldiers taken to their barracks for their own disposal.  A quota had to be meet and ceremony was not for the servants of the Emperor.  Beside the pile of burned husks was another pile, though this one was not burned but seemed to be treated with unique substances.  Dogs of various shapes and sizes were being piled up, their bodies eaten away by this acidic creation.  The stench was near unbearable and so mutants were given the job.<br/><br/>Inside the factory the sound of machinery was near deafening.  Pistons pounded and engines turned while unskilled hands made their prayers and rites to the ancient technology that might merge beast and machine.  The sound of dogs barking echoed dimly from the kennels, though such production had ceased.  Along catwalks, above the factory floor, a rare few red robes could be seen.  No doubt their presence here was to survey the damaged equipment and evaluate the progress of repair.  Devices of strange origin were clutched in their hands or worn across their backs.  None seemed human and none seemed willing to give even the slightest word to others.<br/><br/>All and all, the factory had done its best to return to production as usual.  The heightened security, burned bodies and roaming tech priests the only outward sign that anything unusual had occurred at all.  A short, squat man came rushing forward from the mass of workers.  Powerful hands wrung themselves nervously between the dirty expanse of cloth between them.  Black ash and soot covered his bulging muscles while a face that seems too big for his head wrinkled even further.  Bits of hair jutted from that face in odd places and the hair only seemed to continue as it extended from the collar of his dirty shirt and clothing.<br/><br/>“I..errr..ummm..welcome to Progen Fifteen..err..ummm..”  he peered closely for a moment, a nervous glance given first to the man wrapped in linens and then toward the two women bearing weapons.  “I..forgive me a thousand pardons but..who are you?"<br/>