<strong>Miranda, Kaltos (Level 7)</strong><br/><br/>The way to the lower level was easy enough to take, with the elevators just behind them. Descending one level brought a change in the appearances. If the streets above were busy with people moving about, and security as well as lights were abundant, the seventh level brought it down a step closer to the rest of the hive. The high metal and concrete layer above separating them from the level above towered at heights that only some of the factories on this level would come to reach at. The streets were more narrow, and alleyways plentiful. The smell here was mixed with the sickly sweet odors of some of the perfumes and stranger things put to use at this level.<br/><br/>There were some signs above, some advertising brothels and strip-joints, others boldly declaring they had the best guns on the spire, some promising discrete service at moderate prices for any particular needs. There were some folks around the streets that looked to be ready for a fight at a moment's notice, hanging together doing business with some workers that stopped by briefly, standing out from the rest of the crowd by the lack of larger weapons on display at least. Every last fellow or lass had at least a pistol or knife at their side, and a fair number had more. One of the men watching over the door of a place called "Hell's Brew" had an autogun hanging by its strap before him, and the flak-vest and helmet that looked like they came off some unfortunate sod in the imperial guard that had bought the farm before those items exchanged hands. The bloody bullethole in the helmet supported that theory all the more.<br/><br/>There was a shriek at an alley further off, but nobody seemed to really pay notice. Gunshots further off, and a pair of women walking out one building to throw a third one's corpse off the balcony to hit the ground two floors below. There wasn't a single arbites in sight here.<br/><br/><strong>Kathline, (Kyvas) (Level 5)</strong><br/><br/>Trip along the elevator up higher was less eventful than the earlier one. A few people in dusty, poor-quality clothes were on their way, along with one woman in a better-quality outfit that made her stand out from the crowd the level below, but as the doors opened, she became more of the norm than the exception. There were a pair of arbitrators standing near the lift's doors, watching them as they stepped out, comparing their faces to a few posters they had at hand apparently, but not making a move in their direction.<br/><br/>There was a fair share of towering buildings here, but the Arbites presence was both seen on the street and easily noticeable with the fortress-like structure to the distance, several flyers in the air seeming to keep watch on the many streets. Arbites in full combat gear were present, watching after the people walking along here and there, but not seeming intent on harassing anyone that didn't look particularily suspicious. Though people did hurry about their business quickly, moving along. Some folks in suits seemed to move in a group towards a restaurant nearby, several others in less impressive clothing staring at the windows hungrily. This was as close to tasting noble life some people could get, and even this was just scraps from above. The stuff the non-noble leaders could get their hands on for a hefty price.<br/><br/>"Damn nobles, they ought to all get caught up and turned into mystery meat. I hope the psycho on the loose finishes them all." A particularily surly man in a cheap suit muttered in his passing, casting a hateful glare at the restaurant. Hurrying along towards the location of the earlier advertised longhouse, the place seeming to have a few clients leaving, looking quite pleased, a couple that seemed to be chatting in low-gothic in a calm tone.<br/><br/>"Its not that the prices haven't increased, but with the new shipment delayed, the governor is sure to feel pressure..." "-What can he do? Without some of the missing folks its hard to get everything working right. If the shipment is stalled much longer it might just lead the priests to come here demanding their tithe and if the Cult of the Emperor has to come demanding, they'll increase the tithe even more. With the trouble in the underhive-" "Shush. No good mannered lady must talk of that-" The couple was whispering to one another, their tongues loosened, a healthy blush on their cheeks as they went. The surly man stepping inside the Longhouse's entryway quietly.<br/><br/><strong>Quintos, Garviel (Level 6)</strong><br/><br/>As the others began to step forth and head on out to pursue their choice of action, Quintos and Garviel found themselves facing the Arbites group being picked up by a transport, a tracked vehicle in fine repair, with the symbols of the Imperium boldly painted along the grey surface of the transport. The armor plating and the gun-turret on top, along with the narrow ports in the sides quite fit for a gun's end suggested the area was less than safe from time to time, the scarring on the metal and the old burnmarks showing it had faced both las-weaponry and projectiles several times in the past.<br/><br/>However, as the Arbites were leaving, one of the younger troopers seemed to cast a curious look at the two of them, nearing somewhat. "Are you clergy?" He spoke a bit hesitantly, looking somewhat guilty for some reason. "Ahm, the Church of the Imperial Saints is built over towards the shieldwall." The trooper gestured down the street, and then looked at the two of them a bit awkward. "I apologise if the Sergeant seems a little ... unfriendly, she merely feels the pressure from above." The man nod his head, quickly hurrying off towards the transport once again.