<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/>Scragg tried to speak but all that came out was a gargle. In a few seconds more he was sick all over the floor and reaching for his handkerchief to cough and wipe his mouth. His knees shook and with his hand still on the wall he slowly touched the floor with one knee and forced his hand away from the wall. He couldn’t look back at the stubborn techpriest..not yet. He just stared down toward the hole in disbelief of what he’d seen. No. No not something like this. He’d gotten little blips that were bad like that before in some dark corners of Scintilla but nothing like this.<br/><br/>As the Techpriest actually spoke again it took him a few seconds longer for the words to actually settle in his addled mind, caught between trying to hold onto those images and push them out as if he’d never seen them at the same time.<br/><br/>“Rhia…think you could…be a dear and detain the priest for a moment? –kaff,kaff-“ he’d manage through a series of hacking coughs Eventually he looked back hatefully to the techpriest just as the others arrived again and swung his hand around to point at the priest accusingly.<br/><br/>“What do I know? What do I know of the Machine spirits? I know your kind watch over them like Imperial priests are suppose to watch over men’s filthy hide. I know that there are some crimes that are unforgivable to both our kinds. Harboring things that rot men and machine alike is one of them. YOU…You know what was in here don’t you? The Emperor’s Eyes…what do you call him? The Omnissiah or whatever? His eyes are ON you right now for what has happened here.” He’d breathe heavily, trying to stand but nearly falling. He spoke to the other Arbites just as much as the techpreist. Scraggs knowledge of the Machine cult was fleeting, only knowing a few choice words and practices but hopefully he was using enough to get the Cog’s attention and put a little fear into his calculating mind.<br/><br/>“Your Foreman…what was it? Griggs Turk? He was rather nervous when we got here. Why is that? Sure people are a little edgy when the arbites get involved. Especially ones with weapons, right? That ain’t the case though is it?  He took us to a really big door made from ancient secrets of your kind; An untouched door by the way. He had a key. One of the few people that had a key. That’s what he was nervous about wasn’t it? Because he knew damn well it wasn’t rioters that broke in here and knocked over a few pieces of blessed machinery. He knew that something GOT OUT… maybe something LET it out, right? Even if it wasn’t him, if I was holding one of the only keys to a secure area like this and the Adeptus Arbites showed up I’d be pretty FETHING nervous…wouldn’t I, Cog? What’d you find out Regis? Bones? Anything to add to the little story I’m telling since the Techpriest here thinks not talking won’t get him and all the information he’s safeguarding burned? That’s right Cog. Burned. Wanna see all that knowledge you’ve spent collecting during your life purged? Because if we don’t start getting some real answers quick you’ve got cleaning up a crime scene of evidence to answer for.”<br/><br/>He’d rave, eyes wild as he stumbled to his right, still wiping his mouth and trying to collect himself. “Something was in here… something corrupt. Something…Something fething big and fething bad. Just LOOK at that hole. It wasn’t some ganger rabble coming in here and stickin’ the boot in. That thing tore a HOLE in the floor to get out and knocked over those machines in its rampage and YOUR going to held responsible unless you cooperate. Just look at it, the evidence is all around us.” Scragg would point to this and that around the room, the hole, the walls, the machinery, the flooring… knowing with his own minds eye he was correct but connecting the dots with physical evidence where he could. Better to be seen as a madman with a stroke of genius than what he actually was.<br/><br/>“This place…It stinks. Stinks of corruption…surely you can pick up on that, right Bones?”<br/>