<div class="floatleft">(http://i25.photobucket.com/albums/c62/Ramen_Ramune/vlcsnap-61248-1.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Game Master<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Astartes Arbites<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br/><strong>Case File:</strong>All<br/><strong>Investigators:</strong>All<br/><br/>Those rushing from one room to the next might notice the commotion occurring at the main room.  Though to use the word commotion would mean there was activity, but instead there was simply silence from the gathering of booked criminal and enforcers.  An eerie calm had descended on the populace as if the Emperor himself had touched down to show his power reawakened.  For indeed the four gathered now were symbols of that power.  Bolters gripped in armored fingers also showed that such symbols could do more than be flashy and glittery.  Indeed the armor of the two hulking women of Adepta Sororitas seemed well worn and used.  Chinks and scraps showed despite the gleam of polish.  Black and silver showed themselves at all angles as the Sisters of the Steel Rose made their presence known.<br/><br/>Before the pair were another set of women, though less intimidating they were no less dangerous for what was promised.  One woman was dressed entirely in robes of red and white.  Grasped in her hands was a large tome with chains wrapped around the surface to keep the contents secure.  Thick glasses flashed beneath the false light of the interior.  Those glasses were settled on the narrow bridge of her nose.  A face more cute than fierce stared out from those glasses with a brown bob cut of hair.  The woman beside her was far more striking for being next to her.  An outfit of black leather seemed to be poured across her flesh as even her hair was covered in this garment.  Lace skirts flowed out from her waist though these were absent in the front so that when she stepped her legs seemed to extend out from her skirts.  The outfit seemed entirely too tight, moving with a stretch of leather for each step.  Piercing eyes of blue ice stared forth and she raised her hand to stop the two figures behind her from advancing on the rushing men.<br/><br/>Inside the room the woman raged.  The scent of men seemed to incite her more as she struggled to not only break free but to also engage them as she desired.  She thrashed against them, swinging her head about.  Chains rattled to keep her securely in place but fingernails clawed at exposed flesh and broken teeth made to bite at the men.  What spewed from her lips would be blasphemy for any human to repeat as she condemned them and herself to the bowels of chaos ridden hells.  Yet all this came to a slow moment for Scragg as he touched her flesh.<br/><br/><em>Images flashed of men standing over her.  Men with pants around their ankles.  Hands struck her face, hands clutched her throat to choke off her air, finger clawed her naked flesh and men desecrated her body.  An endless train of faces and men rushed past his features.  Almost in reverse the men flashed by his face in an endless stream of sodomy and sex.  Blood splashed over his eyes with the dying face of two sleeping figures, he could see the knife pulled back and thrust forward over and over.  Blood across fingers and blood across a laughing face.  Then all was quiet as he got the scent of incense in his nose and a pair of wrinkled hands on his own.  As thin as paper those hands touched his own, caressed his fingers and whispered in his ear.  “You are just another whore for the Emperor my child.  They made you, they breed you and now you must serve.”</em><br/><br/>A voice reached their ears from the doorway as the woman in black yelled for them to all stop.  One of the sisters in armor raised the rifle slightly from her chest, a pilot flame flickering to life as the flamer latched onto the bolter came to life.