<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/><br/>The priest gave no indication that he even heard the voice behind him.  No movement issued from beneath the red robes while mechanical eyes turned onto the servitors beginning to work away the machinery.  Dedicated to the art and spirit of the machine the priest seemed to have shut off all concerns aside from his assigned task.  Were a statue to take the man’s place, few would be any the wiser.  On the other hand the enforcer, fully human and aware of her condition, was full of animation as she paced and stomped her foot in frustration.  Once or twice her hand moved down to grip the handle of her shock maul.  Young and full of ambition, her eyes shined on the potential case evaporating before her eyes.<br/><br/>“Facts, evidence, what does it matter?  The bastard wants his toy back so he just comes over here and scoops up the crime scene!”  A gloved hand pulled back invisible strands of her dirty blonde hair.  The woman’s face was more handsome than beautiful, filled with hard planes and strong lines of good Imperial breeding.  Swollen lips chewed on in frustration pushed themselves together in a thin line while those crystal blue eyes stared with venom on the robotic man.  “A riot took this place.  But don’t make sense for a riot to get through security doors.  Protocol here is to seal this place off tight.  Records show the protocol was followed to the letter.  The room is pristine as well whereas the rest of the place looks like, well...like a riot went through it.”<br/><br/>The enforcer gestured to the rest of the room where the other machines, identical to this towering behemoth still largely stood undisturbed.  “Why that machine?  If you wanted to stop the creation of cyber mastiffs, why take out one machine and topple a couple others?  We’re doing more to slow production than this attack did.”<br/><br/><br/>The guard lifted his hands from the rifle at the threat of accusation.  Genuine fear showed on his face as the booted heel would do him little good against a true man of the Arbites.  A hard swallow was taken before he eyed the kneeling mutant with renewed anger.  He snarled something incomprehensible before storming off, shouting at a fresh pack of workers with rifle freshly in hand.  The man’s ego requiring preservation at the expense of the others.<br/><br/>A fresh dose of fear was given to the groveling mutant when the robotic hound made its presence known.  Threats of the Emperor’s wrath and then the symbol of the Emperor’s law here, the ancient cyber mastiff, were too much for the simple mind.  Whimpering bleed into drooling and sniveling words.  “He is a good boy, he is a good boy.  I…I just wanted the best he could have.  Not be like me..not like me.  No he not like me.  Please he is good.  They say just leave the door open.  Just the door.  Nothing else, nothing else and it was all done.  A few thrones is all I took I swear.”  In desperation he reached out to touch the robes of Regis as if seeking understanding and sanctuary from the cold façade.  “Only a few to keep the boy right, to keep him right from this.”<br/>