The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)
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				Title: <strong>The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>08-11-2012, 13:25:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XlBytuge0_4/T5CdLNGkecI/AAAAAAAADaw/ixZQFt9wYv4/s1600/The-Raid-Redemption-smoke-hallway-machetes.png)</div><br>A data pad sat alone on the table.&nbsp; The screen was black, non-reflective against the gray-blue expanse of the desk.&nbsp; Impossibly thin like a razor the data pad almost seemed to meld into the furniture.&nbsp; Along one side a light flickered to show life.&nbsp; Simple red to catch the eye, to notify the user of messages stored.&nbsp; Nestled atop the table of plasisteel, the scene was far more ominous than the dirty walls could attest.&nbsp; Chairs of the same material and color were settled against the edges of the table to prepare for the meeting ahead.&nbsp; Minds of law and disorder were tapped to bring together the people this room would summon.&nbsp; A guiding hand thrust forward into the flame to take the most impure minerals in the hopes of crafting a weapon for the Emperor’s Law.&nbsp; <br><br>Such a room was nestled in the deepest recess of the Middle Hive.&nbsp; A place set apart from the Underhive by virtue of being on the right side of the great doors that could cut one section off from the other.&nbsp; At one time the apartment complexes, shops and streets were flooded with poor factory workers and those that eked out a life serving them.&nbsp; Never a place of luxury, The Slums was seen as at least a tolerable and necessary stain on Hive Subrique.&nbsp; Crafted of rock and mineral deposits salvaged from the Hive bottom and wasted from factories the landscape was a patchwork of teetering buildings and cave like complexes.&nbsp; Once a horde of workers had lived here, but The Great Tithing had changed all that.&nbsp; Now the landscape was nearly abandoned, reserved for only the boldest of criminals and the least twisted of mutants.&nbsp; <br><br>Along the streets stumbled weary workers, forced to work shifts in excess of their ability.&nbsp; Bleary eyes stared near blind of exhaustion as they struggled to produce the exports needed to keep the Emperor’s favor.&nbsp; Criminals that shared no such obligation stalked the darker alleyways, knives and malicious smiles their weapons against those that dared to keep their obligations.&nbsp; A few lights shined from bars and clubs, giving hope and meaning to the dreary remains of the hive-city.&nbsp; Yet their noise was only a small stay against the bleak future of Subrique.&nbsp; Even in the apartment complex that the datapad now called home the dregs of society remained.&nbsp; The scent of urine soaking the creaking boards of plastic and stone.&nbsp; Doorways had been kicked in on some floors, evidence of a recent raid while other doors showed evidence of being boarded up from the inside.<br><br>Somewhere out in the dim corners of this place wasted blight gunfire echoed.&nbsp; From inside the room though nothing stirred.&nbsp; Only the light flickered to signal a message, to signal a command for those that would soon find their way.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 05:13:50</strong>
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				Callidon was the first to arrive at the room. He wasn't surprised. He hadn't been doing anything when the Summons came. He was wearing much the same he had been pushed out the airlock in. Battered Guard Armor, with the uniform, old, but meticulously cared for. His sword sat in its sheath, his Rifle in his hands. The barrel of the Shotgun stuck out from behind the pack. His hands shook slightly as he took a seat, and began to clean his rifle... if for no other reason then he needed something to do.<br><br>He hadn't heard from his unit since the Exterminatus. They had escaped aboard the ships, just like him, but they were Emperor knew where, likely engaged in some other battle. But Callidon? Callidon had landed. And told to wait for assignment somewhere. He hadn't minded. He got food, and water, if not much of either. No one was actively trying to shoot him. And since no one knew what he was for, he didn't have to interact with people. Things were fine when he was alone. Generally, his problems started when he opened his mouth.<br><br>But he finally had orders. "Go here, do as instructed." This instruction neatly encapsulated most of his life. His mother, his family, his CO, inevitably they found someone else to dump him on. He doubted this would be any difference.<br><br>Callidon sat, not touching the Data Pad, hands shaking slightly as he reassembled his Las Gun. He sat in the dim room, eyes staring off into nothing, just waiting for the next person to arrive as his muscles reassembled the weapon by rote memory.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-11-2012, 08:47:18</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Metal chimed on the floor as the door opened once more.&nbsp; A steel staff, six inches taller than the green hooded man walking with it, his hand down to lead a large steel hound with chromed claws.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tech priest circled the room once, examining all it’s contents, then sat at the table across from the soldier.&nbsp; “Salutation, guardsman.”&nbsp; His voice was only subtly synthesized, but mechanical to the core.&nbsp; “How are you identified?”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 08:20:40</strong>
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				Cat sighed as she approached the door, she didn't exactly expect a building in this part of town to be anywhere near nice but she'd hoped it at least wouldn't smell like piss. She keeps a hand at her hip, gently resting on her revolver, while she straitens her uniform with the other and walks towards the door. <br><br>She takes a quick look around as she opens the door before stepping inside. She smiles at the man and makes a (somewhat crude) sign of the machine god at the priest as she sits. She gives the cyber mastiff a wary look before turning her attention to the data pad and asking <strong>"Do either of you know what this is about?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 11:56:17</strong>
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				A chirp sounded from the device when the woman in the room settled to her chair.&nbsp; The blinking light ceased to blink, holding steady.&nbsp; From an unseen place a voice resonated.&nbsp; Obviously filtered and obfuscated, the disembodied voice sounded closer to the Machine God than any human might aspire.&nbsp; <br><br>“Voice Recognition successful.&nbsp; Welcome Investigator Thebes.&nbsp; Standby for further instruction.”<br><br>The screen of the datapad was now dominated by the gold standard of the Imperial Eagle.&nbsp; Beneath the eagle a small bar was steadily filling with gold.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 12:32:06</strong>
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				"That is a fine little toy you have been gifted, Invessstigator..."<br><br>The hissing voice slipped out of the man that had suddenly appeared in the doorway. It was a wretched thing wrapped in layers of grey robes and thick white linen, the cowl concealing his was in shadows, yet his eyes burned with blue circuits from within. He stepped closer to the table, the shield of the Adeptus Arbites peaking out from within the layers of clothes. Cat and the Tech Priest knew this man as Interrogator Bones. He had been a very talented such before he disappeared, but he had come back a changed man several years later, his body twisted and destroyed, his mind unhinged, but his fires of duty had been stoked into a blaze and he continued his work in the cellars of their offices. Sometimes he returned the suspects gibbering mad, speaking of grotesque things of nightmare, but the information he got out of his <em>victims</em> always turned out right and important. He leaned on his plain staff as he stood next to the table and reached out for the dataslate when it suddenly slid by its own accord over the rough surface of the table and underneath his gnarled finger tips. He turned it to see better, as if the little incident had never even happened, then turned his head to Cat.<br><br>"Sssuch a big Aquila. Must be important..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 15:34:29</strong>
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				Amidst the throng of humanity in the streets shuffled a completely unremarkable figure, easily blending in with the multitude of workers and menial laborers surrounding him. From underneath a thick, heavy hood, inquisitive grey eyes stared, underlined by dark bags that suggested a minimum of rest was part of this person's daily cycle. Haxtes was an archivist, far down in the hierarchy of bureaucrats and paper pushers, labouring endlessly over dusty old papers and data slates, copying and passing on their contents to the requisite recipients. However, a year ago, the adept had been transfered to the local Arbites office, at the time in need of clerks and bureaucrats, and half a year ago he had been attached to an Arbite investigator named Cat Thebe. His job was to provide her with intel, information on red tape and procedural rituals, and make notes of everything she found in her job. So far, he had proven himself to be a tireless and effective, if somewhat peculiar, assistant.<br><br>Keeping his head low, the thin, gaunt man followed the investigator into a building, away from the teeming mass of people, the scent of sweat and humans replaced by the stink of urine and decay. Why they were here, he didn't know, and he did not really expect to be told. He simply followed her and did as he was told. Her guidance led them up into the upper floors of the building, and into a dark room, lit only by the glowing light of a data slate. It was slightly larger than the one he carried in the pocket of his Administratum robes, along with his auto-quill, the principal tools of his trade. But even if the room was dark and bereft of furniture apart from the table, it was not empty.<br><br>From what Haxtes could tell, one of the men was a member of the Imperial Guard, though the uniform was of an unknown design, the origin of his regiment obscured to the gaunt man. He could of course just pull out his data slate and find the information, his fingers itching nervously to fill the small hole in his knowledge, but the adept resisted the temptation. The other was an adept of Mars, a tech priest, one hand locked securely around the reins of a brutish, animal-like machine, which Haxtes effortlessly identified as a sort of mechanical attack beast. Warily, he glanced at it, while shifting subtly closer to Cat, the only familiarity in the room. "Seems we are not alone, Miss," he muttered quietly, his voice a raspy little sound which seemed to disappear into nothingness unless there was near-total silence, like the one dominating the room. He offered a bow and a slight smile towards his mechanically-inclined colleague, but the smile at the tech adept was broken by a nervous twitch of the right side of his face.<br><br>The short, gaunt adept startled visibly as a voice appeared behind them, belonging to a being which seemed if possibly to be even skinnier and more wretched than the adept himself, the thick robes almost drowning the man if not for the eerie glow of his eyes. Haxtes took a step back, subconsciously putting Cat between him and the new presence, the stub revolver inside his robes suddenly feeling heavier. The adept lowered his head, letting the darkness of his hood conceal most of his face, his lips working silently with some inner monologue.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 18:40:40</strong>
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				Although she could never consider the Hive city her home, she had spent a lot of time occupying the area. Her occupation as an Assassin had sent her to many different levels of the hive, but the middle area reminded her most of the slum, dirty, and eerie ship that she had once called home. Although going back to that home was completely impossible, she still wouldn't consider the heavily populated area her home. Going to the top of the hive was only possible during her assassination missions, and most of her time was spent in the middle area of the hive. Now, she had a mission and unknowing of what was to come next drove her wild with excitement. Rhia made sure to bring all of her weapons with her. She was dressed in her skin tight body gloved suit covered by a flak jacket which carried more of her ammo and another few weapons. Her grossly slender body looking full due to the large armored jacket that covered most of her body. The hood light fabric hood of the jacket raised to cover and mask her boney face, along with contrasting blonde locks of hair. <br><br>Rhia traveled on foot, for she felt like she was in most control. Plus, it was an opportunity for her to place her long, slender fingers directly on her pistol waiting for any signs of abnormalities in the heavily congested area. She may her way through the workers, barely even touching them only on the back to slightly push they away. No one even seemed to notice her light touches, when she wasn't using her free hand to push aside workers. In one of the pockets of her flak jacket was a card that she was going to use to meet with the rest of the people. Rhia was unsure of the motive and request, but the lack of work recently had made her take incentive to meet her next, what she assumed to be, employer. <br><br>The apartment complex was something she was accustomed to meeting people in, and as she looked at the card and the number attached to it, she made her way towards the corresponding doors. Hiding and lurking within the shadows, with her teary blue eyes looking around every corner. The ship she had spent her childhood on made her very jumpy at times and aware of everything going on around her. The childhood she experienced proved to be very useful in her line of work. As she slid the card through and gained access to the room, something extremely odd happened. What she assumed to be an almost empty room, was riddled with people. Her hand in her pocket quickly clenched on the gun hidden within her jacket, as she looked up from her hood. Her thin face looking to the different people, who seemed to come from all different places.<br><br>Rhia's grip on her gun wouldn't change, but she looked around the room. The focal point seeming to the data pad in the center of the area. Her thin lips pursed together as she noticed she had entered near the end of a conversation between people, but she had little interest to know exactly what it was about. From the expressions of the people though, and the lack of action, she assumed that they were all waiting as well. Feeling as if it was safe, she finally let her grip go of the small pistol within her flak jacket. Moving her free hand to her hood as she let it fall off of her head. Her blonde locks flowing out of her jacket in a entangled mess, as her blue eyes fiercely looked at each person. Waiting and listening, and staying completely silent. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>10-11-2012, 19:36:32</strong>
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				Callidon's hands jumped at the sound. He knew the man was coming, of course. Guardsman who weren't observant tended to end up dead. But speaking to him... that was unexpected. Most people just tried to ignore his existence. He looked down, quickly reassembling the Las Gun, before standing.<br><br>"Conscript Callidon, formerly of the Second Terthian Legion, currently unassigned, Sir!"<br><br>He sat down easily, watching the other people enter the room, staying quiet even when the Voice Recognition activated. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. He jittered slightly as people came in, seemingly comforted by the touch of his weapons.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 04:49:21</strong>
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				“Blue.” <br><br>The flickering neon of seedy bars which usually signified the outskirts of the Underhive and it’s rampant gangers were comforting, splashing a myriad of colors most unnatural against the cold plasteel walls and ferrocrete pavement under his feet. Except for blue. Scragg didn’t notice any blue and come to think of it while he hadn’t always been paying attention it was thought worthy as to whether that was the case on every level. Was that significant? No. No, he shook his head to and fro, cursing under his breath at such a silly idea the way that the destined-to-go-mad often did. It inspired a mother crossing at a causeway to usher her child away from the long-coated individual talking softly to himself quite disagreeably. <br><br>"No...no thats fething stupid." <br><br>The boy was curious as youth tended to be and stayed in place on the street longer than he should have until his mother outright grabbed him by the scruff of his collar and pulled him away from the passing detective. Despite his best efforts of avoiding it, the child touched him briefly. A simply brush of skin against the back of Scragg’s hand that sent the detective cringing and stumbling into a collection of rubbish bins as if struck from the Emperor himself with a migraine. Tears. Screaming. Pleading. Raised hands and foul muffled words through walls with little meaning. An abusive father? Didn’t matter, was just a kid. That single touch and a thoughtful mind sent flashes of emotional discharge spattering over Scragg’s brain like a moneyshot from a pornographic holo-pict. Throne he hated how he couldn’t turn that off sometimes. <br><br>“Feel so fething dirty sometimes… How about some Throne damn puppies every once in a while?” The Detective spat out angrily at the trash bin he was now holding onto to keep him from falling over, red in the face. Looking that much more touched as he responded to unspoken monologue in his own mind to the now terrified mother and child who were at least a good hab-block away by now, he eventually straightened up and righted his coat’s collar and the hang of his flak jacket.<br><br>“Now…where was I.” He asked of the wall to an old abandoned hospice before returning to his walk. It took him a little while to reach the middle hive through gumption and liberal use of the Hive Subrique Lift system and while he might have been going ‘up’ in the world his mood soured with each step he took into the abandoned area. Once he managed to get himself past the great barrier between the two sections it was little more than a few questions here, and a drop of a throne into the hat of a few beggars there till his way was finagled to the apartment buildings. Peeking his head in to see the rest of the accumulated motley crew of Arbitrators and other interesting…bedfellows… His expression perked up when he noticed Cat. He raised a hand in greeting, leaning on the door frame but not quite entering yet; pulling a Lho-stick from a mangled container in his pocket and lighting up till it’s sickly-sweet wisps of smoke hit him behind the eyes. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 07:33:00</strong>
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				If there was anything Veyda hated more it was the concept of Hivers tunnelsense. Partially because she had grown up on an Agri-World without the levels of civilization and urban development on top of each other but it was also because she saw too many bloody hivers having worse times than her knowing where they were going. Thankfully when Veyda had gotten word of where she was to be placed from the Adeptus Arbites, her Regiment was lending some of their personnel to the frightfully undermanned planet. Veyda didn't care it was better than fighting 'nids on some Death World, and it allowed her to prove herself to her commanders that she was capable. <br><br>As Veyda entered the room her hand on the handle of her Laspistol just in case the group in the room was hostile. Stepping by the lout who was smoking. She sized up what the Emperor lent her in the way of potential companions. She found a fellow Guardsman first the man equipped with a similar loadout as her standard, to him she gave a slight nod of acknowledgement, seeing him put her more at ease, her mind thanking the Emperor for small favours. Next, she saw a cog boy, never really understood them and they really didn't try to explain themselves, so it suited her just fine. The rest of them looked like Arbitors to her judging by their more local looks.<br><br>"10th Caledonian Conscript Veyda, reporting Sirs" She said briskly as she stood up straight waiting for whichever Arbitor in charge to fill her in on the assignment.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>11-11-2012, 14:45:23</strong>
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				Drake watched them all enter the building one by one through the scope of his rifle. <br>The vantage point he had found in the empty apartment was one of his best he thought to himself, allowing a small smile. "shame I'm not on a job" he thought. <br>He was just about to pack up and join them at the appointment when he noticed her. <br>"well what do we have here?" he said softly, refocusing on the young woman. "another assassin? And I thought this would be boring"<br><br>He packed up his rifle, slinging it over his shoulder. Checking he had everything he set out across the street. Flack cloak hanging about him, making him look like some mythical wraith. <br><br>He checked the room number on the mysterious summons again just to be sure. Reaching the door he could hear muffled voices and movement from inside. <br>Slowly opening the door he noted the majority of the people he observed entering the building were present. <br><br>"sorry I'm late, something came up. I do hope I haven't missed anything important." he said surveying the room. <br>He counted a few guardsmen what looked like an adept, and some sort of techie holding a quite vicious looking mechanical canid. <br>"cute puppy" he said nodding at the cybermastif. "what's his name? Sparky?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>12-11-2012, 23:05:49</strong>
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				Haxtus Fenn, Adeptus Arbites, born of a world of the Schola Progenium, and studier of one of the longest running murder cases of the Calixian system, shouldered his way through the cramped confines of the hive planet.&nbsp; While he had grown up surrounded by persons, he was <em>not quite</em> used to having to be in such close quarters.&nbsp; "Why they asked me to come here, I'll never know..." He groused.&nbsp; Even with the slight amount of space around him - the double-barreled shotgun he carried, by said barrels, granted him that - he still felt confined down here.<br><br>As part of his assignments with the Arbites, he had been attached to a group...for what purpose, he wasn't sure yet.&nbsp; All he really cared about at the moment was if the assignment would allow him to do one of two things.&nbsp; Determine what had happened to his parents - though that was a far distant second compared to the <em>other</em>.<br><br>Which was...<br><br>The Calixian Pattern Killings.<br><br>Fenn had first heard about them, growing up in the Scholas.&nbsp; The case had been going on for over ten millennia.&nbsp; How could he <em>not</em> be interested?<br><br>And thus, Haxtus Fenn, Arbitor, and Man who would Solve the Pattern was born.<br><br>Arriving in the room, he flicked his eyes around, surveying those present.<br><br>"What are we waiting for, exactly?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 01:09:33</strong>
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				The datapad was of obviously superior construction when skittering across the table.&nbsp; Durable and light, there was little effort required to perform the act.&nbsp; Across the surface the image did not even flicker from the abuse, instead the bar simply continuing to fill to count down their days.&nbsp; Then the screen went black and did not light up once more.&nbsp; Only when the question posed by Haxtus reached the air did the screen seem to activate, reflecting across the smooth surface with blue text.&nbsp; A thin light of the same blue shined from the corner of the pad before a voice echoed across the walls.<br><br>“Transmission beginning….clearance code…Mark 1-0-3-4-8-21…”&nbsp; The voice was more feminine this time but still distorted by mechanical intervention.&nbsp; “Congratulations on your promotion Investigator Thebes.&nbsp; Around you sit the members of your new team.&nbsp; Their success and failure rests on your shoulders.”<br><br>The voice of a distorted man once more came across the speakers of the device.&nbsp; “Currently, around the planet, small investigative units such as this one are being commissioned to assist the Adeptus Astartes.&nbsp; Units composed of individuals with….unique…skill sets to assist the enforcement of the Emperor’s Law.”&nbsp; Emphasis was obviously placed on the wording of unique, though the voice passed over additional commentary quickly enough.&nbsp; “Utilizing such talent will be the responsibility of your commander, Cat Thebes.&nbsp; This location will be the place to receive new directives from command via this datapad.&nbsp; The datapad will not leave this room under pain of termination.”<br><br>There was silence to follow before the screen simply altered to present a flat box with the name of Thebes flashing above.&nbsp; A faint outline of a thumb print could be seen inside the box.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 02:44:34</strong>
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				Cat looks <em>very</em> taken aback. She looks around the room at <span class="bbc_u">her</span> new team and simply stares at the data pad with her mouth hanging open for a moment before snapping back to her senses and wondering aloud <strong>"Just what the hell is going on if the're recruiting people with 'unique' skills?"</strong> She glances around the table at the word 'unique'.<br><br>Cat reaches out and presses her thumb against the data pad.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 09:33:56</strong>
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				The square flickered once the thumb was pressed to the screen.&nbsp; A jolt of electricity seemed to run through the pressed digit as if the screen were checking more than a simple thumb print.&nbsp; Once satisfied with whatever test was being run, the screen faded into a wall of text that was rapidly rushing past.&nbsp; Those perceptive to the flow of information and the language of the machine spirits could see raw data sifting through as if the machine were dipping into the streams of the entire Arbites database.&nbsp; Then suddenly all stopped and blue text began to type out before their eyes.&nbsp; To their ears a new voice far more monotone began to read off the wording.<br><br>Case File 1 – Top Priority for Official Viewing Only-<br><br>Factory Progen Fifteen was recently besieged by Underhive rabble.&nbsp; Rioting and looting broke out along the neighboring streets while the members of a still unknown gang rushed the gates of the factory.&nbsp; The main production of this facility was Cybermastiff Hounds and Grapplehawks.&nbsp; Currently investigators believe the attack was meant to disrupt policing actions around and within the Underhive sector.&nbsp; Typically such an attack would go unnoticed except by enforcers, but the detonation of a bomb near important equipment has gained the attention of the Ordo Mechanicus.&nbsp; Repairs will be slow to occur and the damage extensive.&nbsp; Fears of improper handling and security of such equipment are beginning to impact production required by the Empire.<br><br>Investigation is to begin immediately to locate the leaders of the assault on the factory and bring them to the Emperor’s Justice.&nbsp; Examples must be made and set to prevent further acts of violence on this scale.&nbsp; Faith of the Ordo Mechanicus in such matters must be restored for production to return to minimum levels.&nbsp; <br><br>Contact for this case is Enforcer Isadora Legia.&nbsp; <br><br>Case File 2 – Discretion Advised-<br><br>Accalia von Duran is the daughter of the Von Duran noble family, prominent contributors and patrons of the Arbites.&nbsp; Political reliance on and financial interest are tied into the hands of this family.&nbsp; Utmost efficiency and discretion are required for this case undertaking.&nbsp; Outside sources are to be kept at minimal level.<br><br>One week prior the two bodyguards of Accalia von Duran were found dead in her apartment and the woman missing.&nbsp; Investigation into her activities has been inconclusive and no enemies of note have been discovered.&nbsp; No ransom has been brought forward and no contact made with the apparent kidnapper. <br><br>Contact for this case is Investigator Primus Marc<br><br>Case File 3 – Sensitive Material-<br><br>The vigilante killer known as “The Flaying Man” is known to kill low life thugs and associates of the Underhive.&nbsp; As of two days prior the killer has struck the home of Investigator General Theodore Cosak, slaying and flaying alive four members of household staff, the Investigator General’s wife, three children and the Investigator General himself.&nbsp; The remains were discovered restrained from the ceiling of their apartment along with remains on the floor and walls.&nbsp; No witnesses have been identified and current surveillance is inconclusive.&nbsp; <br><br>Rumors have started regarding corruption of the Adeptus Arbites due to the killer’s previous pension for criminals.&nbsp; <br><br>Contact for this case is Investigator Noria Sen.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 11:19:27</strong>
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				Cat stands (perhaps a little too) eagerly. <br><br><strong>"Alright boys and girls, I guess we have our orders. Three cases means three teams so I guess it falls to me to decide those."<br>"Scragg, I want you on lead with the factory explosion. Obviously.. "</strong> she points at the tech priest before continuing <strong>"Sorry I don't think I caught your name. But anyway he will be invaluable in this, as will Bones. I don't expect it to end bloodlessly so take Conscript Veyda and.." </strong>she looks around the room once more and sizes up the pair who failed to give any rank, <strong>"You, what is your name?"</strong> she asks Rhia. <strong>"The lot of you will investigate the factory incident and make a show of the people behind it."<br><br>"Meanwhile I need you, Haxtes, to look into Investigator General Cosak. If this vigilante found something on him I want to know, but more importantly the public <em>doesn't</em>, understand? I don't care if he was neck deep in cults and cannibalism, you bring it to me first. Take the arbitrator"</strong> she points at Fenn <strong>"and the.. him"</strong> then at Drake <strong>" and whatever you find on the Investigator General you will still bring down the vigilante, no one can be allowed to kill off a man in his position without repercussions, no matter the reason."<br><br>"I am going to personally handle the Von Duran case."</strong> She turns to Callidon and says <strong>"Though I could use some backup if things go bad."<br><br>"I'll expect regular reports from Scragg and Haxtes and if anyone of you need to requisition anything come to me with it and I'll see what I can procure from my superiors."<br><br>"So, is everyone fine with all that. Any questions?" </strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 11:49:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7203299#msg7203299">Quote from: Tackyhillbilly on 10-11-2012, 19:36:32</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Callidon's hands jumped at the sound. He knew the man was coming, of course. Guardsman who weren't observant tended to end up dead. But speaking to him... that was unexpected. Most people just tried to ignore his existence. He looked down, quickly reassembling the Las Gun, before standing.<br><br>"Conscript Callidon, formerly of the Second Terthian Legion, currently unassigned, Sir!"<br><br>He sat down easily, watching the other people enter the room, staying quiet even when the Voice Recognition activated. He didn't want to draw attention to himself. He jittered slightly as people came in, seemingly comforted by the touch of his weapons.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The hooded man gave an approving nod.&nbsp; He stood when the soldier did, and nodded again.&nbsp; “I see you are attentive to the ritual care of your sidearm, Conscript Callidon.&nbsp; It will surely serve you well.&nbsp; Should you require assistance with it, it will be a pleasure to provide.&nbsp; I am identified as Regis.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Positive reinforcement for proper appeasement of the machine spirits was as important—Regis’s instructor’s had taught him—as the care itself.&nbsp; &nbsp;The second maintained a machine.&nbsp; The first maintained a society that included machines.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7201708#msg7201708">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 10-11-2012, 08:20:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She takes a quick look around as she opens the door before stepping inside. She smiles at the man and makes a (somewhat crude) sign of the machine god at the priest as she sits. She gives the cyber mastiff a wary look before turning her attention to the data pad and asking <strong>"Do either of you know what this is about?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Under the green-hood, the tech priest’s flesh brow furrowed at the question.&nbsp; The spirit of the data slate fulfilled its function before he could speak up, powering on and displaying the aguilla.&nbsp; He responded simply, “Societies as are complex as any machine.&nbsp; We have been selected to participate in maintenance.”&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7207487#msg7207487">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 11-11-2012, 14:45:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"sorry I'm late, something came up. I do hope I haven't missed anything important." he said surveying the room.&nbsp; He counted a few guardsmen what looked like an adept, and some sort of techie holding a quite vicious looking mechanical canid.&nbsp; &nbsp;"cute puppy" he said nodding at the cybermastif. "what's his name? Sparky?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Chromed ears perked up as he was identified.&nbsp; The cybermastif regarded Drake with an almost friendly gaze.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis was vaguely displeased by the ruffian’s flippancy with regard to his charge, but it didn’t seem efficient at this time to permit himself to be goaded.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Unit twenty-three also responds to Dieter.&nbsp; How are you identified?”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tech priest steepled his fingers and studied the display carefully, then nodded.&nbsp; “I am identified as Regis.&nbsp; Deiter and I approve of this assignment and willingly comply.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He drew out his own data slate and took a few notes—using Mechanicus cyphers.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“A question of procedure, Investigator Thebes.&nbsp; What roll does Enforcer Isadora Legia serve?&nbsp; The designation of ‘contact’ might suggest someone to request further information from, or alternatively imply one to report too with results or in seeking authorization from higher political entities.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 13:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7217423#msg7217423">Quote from: Muse on 13-11-2012, 11:49:30</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“A question of procedure, Investigator Thebes.&nbsp; What roll does Enforcer Isadora Legia serve?&nbsp; The designation of ‘contact’ might suggest someone to request further information from, or alternatively imply one to report too with results or in seeking authorization from higher political entities.” <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cat rolls her eyes before remembering people are looking at her.<br><strong>"Contacts are.. contacts. A source of information I guess, just go to them first and they will bring you up to speed on the case. They should also be your official link to the Arbites. Mostly likely Enforcer Legia was involved in crowd control or something during or after the incident, she</strong><sup>(I'm assuming that's a female name :I)</sup> <strong>will be there to give you any information the Arbites already have and lend a hand where she can but you report to me, then I guess I report to.. someone.."</strong><br><br>Cat begins biting her thumb nail and hoping the explanation made sense to the tech priest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>13-11-2012, 18:23:29</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">&nbsp; Regis was vaguely displeased by the ruffian’s flippancy with regard to his charge, but it didn’t seem efficient at this time to permit himself to be goaded.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Unit twenty-three also responds to Dieter.&nbsp; How are you identified?”&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Drake smiled at the priests discomfort. "Names Drake...sniper"<br><br>He watched impassibly as the dataslate reeled of its information. Looking up it came to the part where it mentioned unique talents. "unique" he thought to himself. "I like the sound of that".<br><br>He listened as the Investigator was put in charge. Separating the group into teams.<br>His mood darkened slightly when the Investigator pointed at him. "and take the...him"<br>"Names Drake mahm, Best shot in the sector." He said nodding towards her. "and if your offering, I could use an upgrade to this." He said, unslinging his rifle.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:41:11</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7217404#msg7217404">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 13-11-2012, 11:19:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I am going to personally handle the Von Duran case."[/b] She turns to Callidon and says <strong>"Though I could use some backup if things go bad."</strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Callidon saluted at the commander's instructions. One thing he was good at was saluting. And doing what he was told. Generally, those were easy. Go hear, do this, don't cause problems. He could follow those kind of orders in his sleep.<br><br>"Yes Mam. I am at your disposal Mam."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 02:44:43</strong>
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				<strong>"Good"</strong><br>Cat smiles at Callidon before turning back to Drake. She stops biting her nails long enough to say <br><strong>"Alright, Drake, I'll see if I can get you a long las or something."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 03:16:31</strong>
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				Veyda's ears perked at the mention of being the best. She had been selected for Marksmanship training after demonstrating herself as the best in her squad, no needless to say she ruffled at the claim. But she knew better than to refute the claim right this second as she had a mission to do. She walked forward towards the Cogboy looking back to see the man she pushed passed was the one who was to be in charge of the current operation. Lastly she looked on the other 'muscle' the woman who seemed a bit sickly at first glance and in bad need of some grox. She nodded to the woman motioning for her to join up with the rest of them while eyeing the gal's gun.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 15:09:41</strong>
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				Being an adept in the service of an Arbitrator, Haxtes almost subconsciously picked up a lot of information about ongoing cases. Perhaps it was his natural talent for compiling information, a compulsive need to fill every hole in his mental database of knowledge. Either way, it made him very well suited for the profession which had been chosen for him. Cat mentioned the "Flaying Man" case, and he immediately recognised the name. It had garnered a lot of attention in the local pict casts, and he had heard other menial workers discussing it during breaks or on the way back to his hab. The fact that the killer had suddenly set his sights on someone in the upper echelons of society was certainly surprising, but he was not about to jump to any conclusions about the Investigator General.<br><br>The gaunt, wiry man lifted his head, revealing grey eyes from under the hood of his robe, the slightest hint of a smile draped across thin lips. "It will be done, Miss," he said, his voice quiet and reminiscient of tearing paper, so dry it seemed as if he hadn't had any moisture for days. His eyes swung in the direction of the two men who would accompany him. The Arbitrator would certainly prove handy in this sort of investigation, as this was where such troopers felt right at home. Haxtes was no fighter, only carrying an unwieldy pistol for personal defense, and the tanned, well-built man looked like he could be relied on to keep him in one piece if things took a turn for the worse.<br><br>The other man looked like he could be more of a wild card. His whole appearance just screamed 'sell sword'; Haxtes counted two visible weapons, and not the sort that the two guardsmen or the Arbites would use. The flak cloak also hinted at a person who expected to get in trouble, and the adept silently hoped that the dark-haired man wouldn't draw the wrong kind of attention to their investigation. He turned to face the two men fully, pulling his hood back fully to reveal short grey hair, as well as two service studs which had been inserted into his skull, signifying two decades of impeccable service to the bureaucratic workings of the Imperium of Man.<br><br>"Haxtes, archivist and copyist in the service of the Adeptus Arbites," he gave each of the men a reverent bow of his head, introducing himself, before he glanced sideways at the woman who had been his lead for half a year. So far, he had only done a few investigations on his own without her supervision, and within his wiry body, his heart was beating a little more rapidly. "Would you like us to get right to it, Miss?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>14-11-2012, 19:51:05</strong>
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				"Shit Cat, I leave you alone for a couple days and here you are up and getting promoted. Next I go on holiday you'll end up the High Marshall of the Sector." He'd start, scowling at the female arbitrator from his vantage point at the front door, still leaning up against it and crossing his arms even after Vedya pushed her way past him. At least there was no skin contact. It didn't take him but a split second longer to end his little razz of his former partner and he was smiling again. <br><br>"Congratulations Cat. Do you prefer sir or mam? We'll have the gangers in question begging to be booked at the gates of the Fortress of Justice in no time. See if I can't get some more respect attached to that name of yours." Despite some of the early sarcasm and snark there was a genuine respect for her even if it did come through the slurred words of a man with a Lho-stick in his mouth talking out the corner of his lips. <br><br>"And Oh... before I forget, <strong>Haxtes</strong> was it?" Scragg held his hand up, making a downward loop with his index finger to emphasize the attention. <br><br>"Might be a little while before we all converge again so I'll ask this now. Think in your spare time you could look into the Arbitrator reports on the gangs of this sector? I ain't big on inter-gang politics but it might help us figure out who better to question and who'se tied to who later on and what colors not to be wearin' in a dark alley." <br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7217404#msg7217404">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 13-11-2012, 11:19:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><strong> "Scragg, I want you on lead with the factory explosion. Obviously.. "</strong> she points at the tech priest before continuing <strong>"Sorry I don't think I caught your name. But anyway he will be invaluable in this, as will Bones. I don't expect it to end bloodlessly so take Conscript Veyda and.." </strong>she looks around the room once more and sizes up the pair who failed to give any rank, <strong>"You, what is your name?"</strong> she asks Rhia. <strong>"The lot of you will investigate the factory incident and make a show of the people behind it."<br><br></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The bravado smeared detective took a step into the room an nodded curtly to those suggested he be a squad with, more notedly in reverence to the Techpriest. He liked the Mechanicus. The ones he'd met who weren't complete sociopaths generally had control of their emotions, didn't get very touchy at least without asking, and were men and women of calculated thought. Not...that he could usually tell the difference between the men and women of the Preisthood of Mars what with all the augmentations and heavy robes...but he did try. <br><br>"I think I got most of your names. As mentioned by our new commander, you can call me Scragg. Or Arbitrator. Or Asshole. Or hey you. Generally you get the best reaction out of me with 'Scragg' though." Not being a fan of long distracting lectures, he tried to keep his introduction short as he was already talking enough to have the cherry of his Lho-stick bouncing to a painfully unmelodious beat. <br><br>"I 'find' things. Guess that's my, uh, 'Unique' Talent. Yeah, thats it. I don't think of myself as the type to go 'you do this' and 'you do that' but if we all know each other and what it is we do best that would give me the opportunity to put you in positions to do our jobs..uh...<em>efficiently</em>" He'd smile awkwardly at the Techpriest with the last word, eyes eventually falling to 'Dieter' the Plasteel Pooch. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 02:04:01</strong>
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				Rhia was sizing up the room around her, now aware that there was a reason why there were multiple people here. This wasn't a solo mission, that she had expected, but she was expected to work with someone. What was worse, as her watery blue eyes widened, was that there was an appointed leader to all of them. She had never worked well under the authority of anyone, which was how she found herself in her current place. If they had sought out Rhia's help, then why had they overlooked her lack of obedience to authority and working with others. Her hand moved back into her pocket, as she clenched it around her pistol. Her emotions turning towards the anger side as she looked ahead, at everyone else. But then she heard a sound directed towards her, and it seemed the commander was speaking to her. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7217404#msg7217404">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 13-11-2012, 11:19:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">she looks around the room once more and sizes up the pair who failed to give any rank, <strong>"You, what is your name?"</strong> she asks Rhia. <strong>"The lot of you will investigate the factory incident and make a show of the people behind it."tem<br></strong></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Instantly her eyes narrowed, as she looked ahead, but she was a silent person. She wasn't comfortable with everyone knowing and hearing her voice, or answering trivial questions that wouldn't matter. Rhia was still contemplating if she should leave or not, or follow the directions of the commander. Her mind thought to how she had gotten to this point in her life, and honestly she needed the money. Maybe if she was here to help the time would go by quicker, or she could make an impression to make the employer realize that she was the only one needed. Either way, Rhia complied, bu she did waited quite some time before responding. Just as the group's leader would probably have given up on her name. <br><br>"I would prefer to be called by Rhia," she responded. Not wanting her nickname used by her limited friends and peers to be known. Already she had a fowl taste for their leader and was anticipating the moment she would free herself of the crowds of people that she currently inhabited with. She let her grip off of her pistol and placed her arms tightly to her side, fists still clenched but hidden within her jackets. She eyed the leader as she continued to talk to the comrades, which seemed decently likeable, but Rhia was more focused on the current negativity she towards following the wishes of a leader who knew probably as little as she did. <br><br>Finally, she turned her head to her group of people which were about to embark on an adventure of the factory. Never saying a word, but sizing the small group up. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 02:49:33</strong>
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				<br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7223368#msg7223368">Quote from: LuciusLeche on 14-11-2012, 19:51:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Shit Cat, I leave you alone for a couple days and here you are up and getting promoted. Next I go on holiday you'll end up the High Marshall of the Sector."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cat smiles and mumbles <strong>"Don't even joke about that."</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7223368#msg7223368">Quote from: LuciusLeche on 14-11-2012, 19:51:05</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Congratulations Cat. Do you prefer sir or mam? We'll have the gangers in question begging to be booked at the gates of the Fortress of Justice in no time. See if I can't get some more respect attached to that name of yours."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"I.."</strong> Cat has to stop and think about it for a minute before deciding, <strong>"Mam, if we're being formal, otherwise I'm perfectly happy with Cat."</strong><br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7222532#msg7222532">Quote from: Norwegian One on 14-11-2012, 15:09:41</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">... he glanced sideways at the woman who had been his lead for half a year. So far, he had only done a few investigations on his own without her supervision, and within his wiry body, his heart was beating a little more rapidly. "Would you like us to get right to it, Miss?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cat pulls her thumb away from her mouth and starts writing on a data slate as she says <strong>"Aye, waiting has never solved anything. I'd suggest everyone's first stop be the contact for their case, followed by the crime scene. I um.. I think that's it, let's get to work."</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 16:25:03</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; A bulky structure of squares and hard lines, the expansive building towered over more conventional structures.&nbsp; Hardened stone and mortar crafted a seemingly impenetrable surface.&nbsp; Metal lattice work formed a perimeter fence along the edges of the structure; twisted strips of razor wire dotted the tops of this fence.&nbsp; Three separate checkpoints pointed toward the harsh security measures the owners of the factory had put into place even before the riots.&nbsp; A few torn pieces of metal, bloodied flesh and clothing showed evidence of the human onslaught the fences had endured.&nbsp; Armed guard posts stood erect and proud at each perimeter fence, local security now replaced with Imperial standard troops and Arbites Enforcers.&nbsp; <br><br>Tragedy would not stop the production though.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Such ash covered the faces of most people here and the scent of chemicals had long ago burned away the hairs of many nostrils.&nbsp; Those unaccustomed to such places could feel their eyes watering in defense and their mouths growing dry from the debris of the air.&nbsp; A wide berth was given to the obviously armed and unique appearing individuals that descended to the press of workers and people.&nbsp; <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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Factory workers had been properly cremated and soldiers taken to their barracks for their own disposal.&nbsp; A quota had to be meet and ceremony was not for the servants of the Emperor.&nbsp; Beside the pile of burned husks was another pile, though this one was not burned but seemed to be treated with unique substances.&nbsp; Dogs of various shapes and sizes were being piled up, their bodies eaten away by this acidic creation.&nbsp; The stench was near unbearable and so mutants were given the job.<br><br>Inside the factory the sound of machinery was near deafening.&nbsp; Pistons pounded and engines turned while unskilled hands made their prayers and rites to the ancient technology that might merge beast and machine.&nbsp; The sound of dogs barking echoed dimly from the kennels, though such production had ceased.&nbsp; Along catwalks, above the factory floor, a rare few red robes could be seen.&nbsp; No doubt their presence here was to survey the damaged equipment and evaluate the progress of repair.&nbsp; Devices of strange origin were clutched in their hands or worn across their backs.&nbsp; None seemed human and none seemed willing to give even the slightest word to others.&nbsp; <br><br>All and all, the factory had done its best to return to production as usual.&nbsp; The heightened security, burned bodies and roaming tech priests the only outward sign that anything unusual had occurred at all.&nbsp; A short, squat man came rushing forward from the mass of workers.&nbsp; Powerful hands wrung themselves nervously between the dirty expanse of cloth between them.&nbsp; Black ash and soot covered his bulging muscles while a face that seems too big for his head wrinkled even further.&nbsp; 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..”&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “I..forgive me a thousand pardons but..who are you?"<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 16:47:39</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Arbitrators rarely gave into the whims of their subjects.&nbsp; The staunch enforcers of the Emperor’s Law did not bend knee, did not cater to the whims of the masses they ruled.&nbsp; Unfortunate for them that all of the masses were born equal only in the eyes of the God-Emperor on Terra.&nbsp; Such ideals did not last long within the Calixis Sector and such dealings only served to have a man killed until one with more suitable ideals came into power.&nbsp; The Astartes Arbites was not made by fools and so their treatment of the Upper Spire was different from other areas.&nbsp; This even extended down to the palace-esque treatment of their stations and the clean cut appearance of their detectives.&nbsp; White holsters of leather were perched on the hips of pressed uniforms with honors and ribbons to decorate.&nbsp; Name tags crisply set and warm smiles firmly plastered beneath dangerous eyes.&nbsp; Cat Thebes and Callidon were only quickly reminded of the dual nature of the world they now entered.<br><br>Polished floors echoed their footsteps.&nbsp; Boots used to the trash of human living now stalked the halls of human achievement.&nbsp; Even the enforcers looked as if they had all been washed as they calmly informed a well-dressed man of his whereabouts, that man spitting and hollering from some intoxicant.&nbsp; Their response was a sharp injection whereas below there would have been a stiff blow.&nbsp; No less effective, just more kind on the awakening.&nbsp; Adepts shifted nervously when the pair moved past, their brazen weapons a departure from the standard of uniform policy. None interceded but a few holsters were touched as if to assure that response would not be long in coming should this pair be less than they appeared.<br><br>The office of Investigator Primus Marc was one of many tucked away in a cloister.&nbsp; Solid walls surrounded him and his name was etched on glass to proudly proclaim his status.&nbsp; Decades of sifting through the cries and refuse of the nobility while also catering to the needs of the administration had given him a desire for solitude.&nbsp; The interruption of ruffians from below did little to brighten his mood. Clad in the remains of a suit, bits discarded on his desk he looked the part of a barbarian given clothes.&nbsp; Open collar jacket gave way to hardened and scarred muscle.&nbsp; Clean skin laid over bulging muscles and a face that had only recently learned to smile.&nbsp; He was a brute given designer threads.&nbsp; The intelligence in his eyes and the meticulous stretch of evidence constructed behind him the only clues at a far deeper intellect and cunning.<br><br>Behind him a picture of a pretty blonde could be seen.&nbsp; From her threads of light emenated as the entire construct was one of digital design.&nbsp; That the wall was small an indicator of how little evidence there was to go on at this time.<br><br>“You my relief?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 17:23:57</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>The apartment complex was something to be admired for efficiency.&nbsp; Arbitrators visiting were rapidly pushed through to back elevators.&nbsp; Pristine imported stone and metal replaced with dingy quarters of natural stone cut to suit the needs of the living quarters.&nbsp; Elevators that smelled of garbage and food were the means of travel for investigators as no doubt the actual residents here did not wish to rub shoulders with the Arbites.&nbsp; Besides the investigators was a simple enforcer along with members of the house keeping staff, the lift quite literally just a platform inside a tube of rock.&nbsp; Air swished past them as the pulley system yanked them upward to the dizzying heights.&nbsp; <br><br>Investigator Generals did not typically live in squalor but often luxury was not their style either.&nbsp; Theodore Cosak was certainly the exception.&nbsp; Plush carpeting greeted their feet when the floor was reached.&nbsp; Columns of white supported a vaulted ceiling while a fountain tinkled with fresh water that many in the Underhive would have killed to hold.&nbsp; Though not grandiose like the Upper Spire, the apartments were far beyond the reach of any officer in this building.&nbsp; Doubtful that the floor shared this abode with many others, a quick count showed only four other doors to separate apartments on this whole floor.&nbsp; Walls of white and red silk garnished the entryway to the apartment doorways.&nbsp; Not even entering the apartment forced them to transverse a distance larger than the living space of entire families down in the Hive.<br><br>Upon entering though another story unfolded.&nbsp; White walls were painted red with blood and red silk drenched in the same liquid.&nbsp; The scent of metal invaded the air as coagulated puddles wiggled like jelly along the floor and hung from the ceiling.&nbsp; Enforcers moved with investigators, picking up evidence and signaling out important points as best they could.&nbsp; To date none had ever come close to even knowing how the vigilante killer entered the places he did, but of course to date he had never killed someone important for anyone to care. <br><br>The bulk of the work seemed centered in the main entertainment room.&nbsp; Steps lead down to a slight depression that now served as a pool of congealed blood.&nbsp; From the ceiling nearly twenty feet up could be seen the ruminants of black rope, the bolt used to secure six set of the corded length.&nbsp; A mural of the Emperor’s greatness had been painted on that ceiling, cracked by the bolts and stained with blood by the bodies gone.&nbsp; <br><br>“The children he did in their rooms.&nbsp; He didn’t hang them, just tied them to the bed.&nbsp; Probably made the Investigator General watch that sick fuck.”<br><br>The crude language emitted from a crude accent.&nbsp; Beside them now stood a woman in black armor bearing the gold eagle standard.&nbsp; Her muscular frame made all the more imposing by the uniform she wore, an enforcer’s.&nbsp; Yet the standard formed the first part of a badge that put her as an Investigator.&nbsp; Dirty blonde hair was cut short to her scalp.&nbsp; A long scar ran down one eyes which looked only partially human, puckered flesh extending down to full lips that curled from the pull of scar tissue.<br><br>“Investigator Noria Sen at your service.”<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>15-11-2012, 23:10:07</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">...that curled from the pull of scar tissue.<br><br>“Investigator Noria Sen at your service.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Drake nodded in greeting. <br><br>"I'm Drake. This is Haxtese, and Haxtus Fenn" he said pointing to each with a thumb. <br>"We've been drafted in, to assist with this case".<br><br>"Do we know who found them" he asked gesturing to the scene about him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:10:16</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7228080#msg7228080">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 15-11-2012, 16:47:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“You my relief?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cat tries to straiten her uniform one last time before seeing the start of the other investigator and suddenly relaxing. She steps into the office with a smile and says <strong>"That we are, I'm investigator Thebes, this is Callidon."</strong> She hopes 'investigator Thebes' doesn't sound as strange to the men as it does to her while she motions at Callidon.<br><br><strong>"What have we got to go on?"</strong><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>16-11-2012, 04:27:10</strong>
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				<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>Ah the fetid and stagnant waft of chemicals through the vents of ancient corridors and streets of this particular…section of the hive. It brought back memories of sitting at a broken down glass and plasteel bistro-pub for a rat burger and watching the local gangers slaughter each other across the street in a myriad of different colors and…smells. Scragg made it a point to engage in idle chatter with the men and women he’d been assigned with. ‘team-building exercises’ or some other such nonsense he didn’t actually believe for a minute. Very little of any substance would be discussed if anything at all that came out of his mouth was even responded to and he played quite the role in portraying himself as an overconfident know-it-all. The more succinct members of the group who knew men’s minds or had more insight into the nature of personalities, such as Bones, might easily detect his ruse as a complete and total act, a wall in which to shut off his actual thought process and paradigms. <br><br>The twitchy movements and nervous ticks of the detective held method to them as he darted eyes around each and every shadowy corner like only a man who’d been hunted before would. When they reached the complex he lit up another Lho-stick, eyes darting from one place to another giving his mind up to sensory overload and taking in the whole of the situation. It wasn’t the burning bodies that disturbed him it was the hive mutants that put a bad taste in his mouth more than any chem in the air might but it didn’t stop him from lifting a handkerchief from his pocket and holding it over his face and scrunching up his features leaving only the corner of his lip exposed to keep smoking and fill his nostrils with a much more familiar and comforting poison. <br><br>“Regis was it? Maybe even Bones…you two might want to check out that pile of dogs before they light the fire if you can handle the smell. Those wounds look odd. If we figure out what was used it might give us a better idea of what those gangers were packing for this kind of sabotage.” Were his only words on it, as he had said before only suggestions not orders. Once inside, the detective stepped a little slower as his previous foray into sensory overload was taken up a notch and the booming machinery made him momentarily nauseas in conjunction with the smells in the air. He almost jumped out of his skin when the Squat…ly… man…thing…came up to them. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I..errr..ummm..welcome to Progen Fifteen..err..ummm..”&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “I..forgive me a thousand pardons but..who are you?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>He flashed his Badge, squinting and squatting down himself to look this fellow eye to eye in a sudden change of body language.<br><br>“Adeptus Arbites business. Here to look into your ganger problem. Mind if we look around a little? M’sure you don’t need any more people here with guns but we’re not here to ‘cause any trouble, right? We’re here to help get things back on track and stay on track. Think you could point us to an enforcer by th’ name of Isadora Legia?”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 12:28:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp; Regis actually participated a little in the small talk.&nbsp; Not unlike Ellias, he saw it as a potentially effective ritual for increasing the smooth operation of a social unit.&nbsp; He was only marginally effective at it, sharing some experiences with a restaurant he'd visited in this hive without actually saying how he ate with the grill replacing his mouth.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; As the air grew thicker, and Elias covered his handkerchief with his nose, Regis offered, "When conventional air filtration is not available, a damp cloth can be a marginally effective substitute.&nbsp; Perfume, while granting some emotional benefits, is on the whole inferior to water."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Regis's eyes narrowed inside of his hood at the sight of the slain dogs being prepared for return to their component parts--the glower perhaps the most sincere show of emotion he'd yet had.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; He nodded to Elias.&nbsp; &nbsp;"Regis, yes.&nbsp; I will examine the slain."&nbsp; He and unit twenty-three ambled over to the corpses of the dogs.&nbsp; He placed a hand on the shoulder of one functionary disposing of the dogs.&nbsp; "I am authorized to examine the fallen.&nbsp; Please inform your overseer that I request you be given 20 minutes of recreation."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; He glanced at Bones--if that worthy had accompanied him--"Properly timed, recreation can lead to increased productivity.&nbsp; It has been mistaken for a perk of high station.&nbsp; This is inefficient."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Regis would not admit to himself that he was delaying looking at the slain canines, but when he did spread out a few that had yet to receive full treatment from the acid, he showed no more emotion than usual.&nbsp; Deiter, on the other hand, whimpered a little.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; He examined the wounds carefully.&nbsp; He took pictures of a few with his data slate, placing a throne next to the wound for perspective.&nbsp; He used some tweezers to dig around in a few for trace particles of weaponry or foreign bio matter.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 13:19:09</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cato Bones<br><strong>Position:</strong> Interrogator<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, Regis, <em>Cato Bones</em>, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><hr><br>Cato was more than happy with the group he had been assigned to. The guardsman, Callidon or whatever he had stated, had him unnerved in a way he couldn't explain. His mere presence had been an affront, but he knew not why. There was a feeling of dread, depression, even... impotency on his own part. As if his mind wasn't sufficient to fully perceive the man. Perhaps he would have to investigate the matter further. A letter to the Scholastica Psykana perhaps? But not now, it was time to work.<br><br>The factory was still bustling with life and movement, wretched creatures milling about carrying corpses and other disgusting globs of flesh and bone. He watched the mutants, feeling a sting of sympathy, but quickly waved the fleeting emotion away. Affronts to the human form, man's sins made flesh. Was that not what the Ecclesiarchy called them? Yet they said nothing about the red robes that walked the catwalks above. Better not to invite such thoughts to your mind, lest it became a seat of corruption. As he received his orders from Elias he thought what a pity. Here he was playing hand-me-wrench with a cog-boy when he could be interrogating witnesses. Even so he just gave a visible nod and followed the handler over to the remaining dogs. He squatted over it and withdrew his Tarot from within his robes, he gnarled fingers caressing it carefully as he repeated a mantra to focus his mind on the task. If there was some sort of psychic or, Emperor protect, warp based cuts they should have left a trace. He pulled out three cards from the deck and laid them face down. He then shoved his hand inside one of the wounds, feeling the lukewarm guts between his fingers as he flipped the cards.<br><br>"Authority beneath a Red Eye, flanked by Mystery... the Empyrean flows are too weak at this location, or rather something is disrupting its flow. Perhaps one of the mutants is a latent wyrdling... or perhaps I'm just a little rusty."<br><br>There was a glint of a grin beneath the cowl as he withdrew his hand from the dead animal and wiped the gore off his hands. He gathered up the cards again. Strange though, he could have sworn there was an ominous feeling as he withdrew the cards, yet there was nothing to be seen in them. He heaved himself up with the help of his staff and sighed heavily. Perhaps there was a detail he had yet to realize in all of this.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 21:09:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtes<br><strong>Position:</strong> Archivist<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Haxtes</span>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>"Light of Terra..."<br><br>The muttered exclamation left Haxtes' lips in horrified awe at the sight that met him and his new colleagues as they entered the lavish apartment of the Investigator General. The evidence of the slaughter was everywhere, from the coagulated blood which stained nearly every surface, to the stumps of black rope still hanging from the ceiling. Investigators were milling about, but seemed undecisive on how to progress the case any further. Haxtes knew that all the other incidents in this case were still unsolved, and with a high-profile mass-murder such as this now added to it, the pressure was on the investigators.<br><br>A tall, muscular female was waiting for them when they entered, her short, blonde hair and her scarred face lending her a veteran credibility beyond her young years. Noria Sen introduced herself curtly, obviously not a person who minced words, and the dark-haired man who was with Haxtes and the Arbitrator introduced them, though he mispronounced the adept's name slightly, by adding an unfamiliar stress. Smiling slightly, Haxtes stepped forward and pulled back the hood of his green robes. "I am Haxtes, Miss Sen, archivist under the employment of the Arbites. As my colleague stated, we are here to assist in the case."<br><br>Pausing momentarily, Haxtes let his eyes wander over the scene around them, his mind going over the necessary paths of investigation and the resources at his disposal. Cat had asked him to deal with this case, and that was what he was going to do, even if he didn't technically have any rank within the Arbite hierarchy. "If it is not too much trouble, could Mr. Fenn here have a look at the bodies of the deceased?" he asked, his raspy voice raised to be heard clearly over the murmur of investigators walking around and conversing with each other. Turning towards the man in question, thin lips curved into a small smile, his grey eyes devoid of humour. "See if you can find anything out of the ordinary."<br><br>The next issue they needed to address was how the killer got in, and Haxtes reasoned that the well-equipped mercenary at his side would be well-suited for the job. An assassin probably had a good eye for details, and would be likely to find things that other people might overlook. Turning towards the dark-haired man, he inclined his head ever so slightly, a silent proposition for cooperation. "Would you mind having a look around...Drake," he said, recalling the self-proclaimed sniper's name, "and see if you can find any sign of entrance by our killer? That might give us some clues."<br><br>Having handed out tasks to both of his colleagues, Haxtes turned back to face the blonde woman standing before him. "Now, Miss Sen," he continued droning on in his monotone, raspy voice, as he reached into his robes and withdrew a small dataslate and an auto-quill, wielding both with practiced ease. "I would like some more information on our victim and his family. Is there any reason why the killer would have a sudden interest for him? Any decisions lately which might have alienated some part of the Hive?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>17-11-2012, 22:01:58</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7231523#msg7231523">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 16-11-2012, 04:10:16</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cat tries to straiten her uniform one last time before seeing the start of the other investigator and suddenly relaxing. She steps into the office with a smile and says <strong>"That we are, I'm investigator Thebes, this is Callidon."</strong> She hopes 'investigator Thebes' doesn't sound as strange to the men as it does to her while she motions at Callidon.<br><br><strong>"What have we got to go on?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Callidon stood back, holding his Las Rifle. He was even more jittery then before, now. He felt keenly out of place. Down in the Underhive, he fit. He might not have belonged, but he fit. He'd spent his entire life at the fringes of society. Even in the guard. But... here. He knew he was wrong for this place. He could not belong here. Burned Terthus was closer to the Underhive then this place. He kept a firm grip on his rifle and wished he'd had his uniform laundered. He followed Cat into the office, eyes frantic even as his training kept him from showing anything other then the jitters. When Cat introduced him, Callidon executed a picture perfect salute, remaining silent other then that.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>18-11-2012, 21:46:36</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Rhia<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin<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><hr><br>It took a while for her to decide if she actually wanted to take the opportunity that arose, but eventually gave in. With time she would find herself located in a place she had never been before, which already was making her tense. Luckily, she found herself fully armed, which was usually accustomed. She had her small laz pistol tucked away in utility belt, hidden beneath her flak jacket. A knife was tucked away between her shoe and her ankle, and a sword hidden to her side as well. Her hunting rifle was the only weapon that she let be visibly seen, and she felt extremely out of place walking with a group of strangers she didn't know with her weapon strapped around her back. Because of her extremely small frame, she could carry a lot of gear with hear, and not make it seem like she was jam packed with weapons. Her weapons seemed to fill her out in the bits of body within her jacket, making her seem to have a deceptively healthy looking frame. Her blonde hair was tied up behind her head in a tight bun, with only messy strands scattering across her thin face. <br><br>Rhia followed the group silently the entire time, looking to their faces only when they were speaking. Not responding to any of the small chat, but she hope they took it as her being shy, rather than the real reasoning of the fact she didn't care. Using any useful information to give her an idea of the mission along with the circumstances associated with how quickly she could get herself out of this mess and paid quickly. The smell of the area reminded her of her stale fragrance that came from her home on the ship, so she didn't find it much distracting as she entered the area. The biggest thing that confused her was the smell of brunt flesh that started to enter her nostrils. When they finally reached the area, Rhia was busy looking around to pay attention of any of the conversations happening around them. She was perceptive and unsure of what was to come around each corner, and it was starting to send her on a bit of an edge. Rhia's hands weren't gripping on her pistol, but she contemplated how quickly she could reach them given any circumstance, especially now that there was another new person talking and welcoming her to a the disgusting area. She made a disgusted smirk, as she watched the Investigator and the mumbling person speak. <br><br>"Rhia," was all she said to the man who was wondering who they were. Everyone seemed to be jumping to question the man, so Rhia only stayed silent and listened to what the man said, but most of all Rhia wanted to know where the target was, what to do with the target, and how to get out of the place that reminded her of her poorly taken care of home quick enough. Her hands moved to the strap on the rifle behind her. "Who are you?" she said while squinting her watery eyes was the only thing she said in her turn towards the person speaking. Take notes of her own comrades voices as she associated them to the names. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 18:12:15</strong>
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				<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>The acid had done the job well.&nbsp; Each body of beast was cleanly saturated, cleanly washed with the substance so that soon nothing would remain.&nbsp; Obvious signs of trauma could be seen with large wounds from bullets, though the detail of such rounds could not be determined.&nbsp; Regis could distinguish little about the inner workings of the animals as the body was a system lacking the elegancy and sophistication of the machine.&nbsp; Instead the fluids ran together alongside the operations of the beasts so that the entirety seemed a messy construct.&nbsp; Such an engineer to design the living flesh would surely be a poor one.&nbsp; <br><br>A few of the mutants became visibly uncomfortable at the presence of Bones.&nbsp; The event not an unusual one to be certain, though their discomfort grew when the cards were taken out.&nbsp; One or two visibly left the scene, brought back by shouts of punishment from guards nearby.&nbsp; Indeed there was a different feel here from a typical scene of public violence.&nbsp; A deep disturbance that could not be contained or read so easily.<br><br>“I…err…I…ummm…foreman…Foreman Griggs Turk….my name…yes yes.&nbsp; I guess’n the lot of you want to be seeing the mess.&nbsp; Err…ain’t pretty.”&nbsp; <br><br>The man started off at a waddle with his shorter legs moving him down the lanes.&nbsp; Workers pushing carts and moving pieces along the rows nearly collided with the out of place procession.&nbsp; Most of the factory people held a glazed look on their faces, minds detached from their menial tasks.&nbsp; Soot and ash etched onto their face, so used to the substance the people never bothered to remove the markings of their labor.&nbsp; Amongst them were children, rushing to and fro beneath the feet of others and along the grinding engines of the machinery.&nbsp; Bright eyes quietly becoming dimmer as the boot of industry pressed down upon them.<br><br>“As…as…err…ummm…this whole operation is back on track Arbites.&nbsp; We are looking to meet production if’n this gets wrapped up.&nbsp; Bloody Underhive wretches can go sod off with the rest of their lot you ask me.&nbsp; I..err…sorry…speak’n out of term Emperor forgive.”<br><br>The short man continued his waddling pace down further into the factory.&nbsp; Down a level the group went with a security card required to descend into the lower depths.&nbsp; The locked doors were not a new feature as the card the man used seemed quite worn and his fingers proficient at utilizing the code.&nbsp; A heavy door opened with a hiss so that the investigators could enter while their dirty guide stayed behind.&nbsp; “The Enforcer is further down Arbites.&nbsp; You hear her ‘efore you see her.”<br><br>Shouting could be heard after only a few moments of being down in the pristine interior of the factory.&nbsp; Ancient machinery smoothly operated, attended faithfully by men trained in the use while red robed Tech priests stood nearby to oversee.&nbsp; Odds were the Tech priests were a new addition, but Regis could tell the workers were more than adequate in their attentions.&nbsp; If only all such workers served the machinery of the Empire then things might indeed be different.<br><br>The shouts grew louder and obviously belonged to a woman.&nbsp; A figure wearing the black armor of an Enforcer could be seen shouting at a figure in red.&nbsp; Her dark skin was flushed with emotion while the figure stood calmly before her, arms folded while workers behind her began to clean up the mess.<br><br>“YOU WANT US TO SOLVE THIS CASE BUT DON’T WANT US TO LOOK AT THE FUCK’N CRIME SCENE!?&nbsp; I THOUGHT YOU LOT WERE SMART!”<br><br>The crime scene in particular was the a large crater hole at the center of the room.&nbsp; Buried deep in the whole were the remnants of a three story machine, now reduced to a single story before them.&nbsp; Below a cavernous network was played out as the machine had invaded that space.&nbsp; Rock and plasteel lay in remnants around the site.&nbsp; Other machinery, similar in design were gathered in the rooms, only two others disturbed as they now lay on their sides.&nbsp; Workers busily attempted to repair and use a pulley system to set them upright.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 19:00:35</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The big man shifted his eyes toward Callidon for a moment.&nbsp; He gave the rifle toting figure a displeased look as he noted the nervous itch of the trigger finger and the paranoia of the gaze.&nbsp; A huff was given before he turned his back on the pair.&nbsp; Paws he considered hands moved up to the collection of images, tapping the air so that they spread out before him.&nbsp; Grouping of evidence seemed to be the preferred layout.&nbsp; Thebes had seen such things within the detective wing of our her own branch except they use corkboard, tacks and string.&nbsp; Here, amidst the most funded, they used technology few ever saw.&nbsp; A tap of his finger drew up a scene of two bodies.<br><br>“Not much.&nbsp; Both bodyguards were stabbed in their apartments the night of the kidnappings.&nbsp; No forced entry, no sign of a struggle.&nbsp; The blows were clean through the nose and into the brain stem.&nbsp; Quick, clean and efficient as I’m sure your soldier friend could respect.&nbsp; Both guards dead in their beds.&nbsp; The killer even locked the door on their way out.”<br><br>He flung his hand to the side so that the image disappeared before him.&nbsp; Another tap and a lavish bedroom came on the screen.<br><br>“Accalia von Duran’s apartments were not disheveled and no signs of forced entry.&nbsp; No struggle.&nbsp; Lack of blood gives us hope that the kidnappers did not kill her, at least not on site.&nbsp; We place the time of the events around or just after midnight.&nbsp; Doorman to the apartments says the guards had called down an all clear at 2300 and then Accalia placed an order for tea at 0100.&nbsp; Apparently she had been having trouble sleeping over the past few months and tea calmed her nerves.&nbsp; When service got there, she was gone.”<br><br>He flung the image away to bring up an actual picture of Accalia von Duran.&nbsp; A blonde haired beauty of noble birth, life and descent came before them.&nbsp; The smile was enough to warm hearts and her eyes deep pools of innocent blue.&nbsp; “Last person to see her that we can talk to was her Confessor whom she left at 2000.&nbsp; Then she came straight back to her apartments for a small meal and retired to bed.”<br><br>“Not much for you to pickup and run with here investigator.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>19-11-2012, 23:53:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>“The wife’s sister came to pick up the children for their lessons she said when we interviewed her.&nbsp; Poor woman had to put into a ward for a time after seeing all this.”&nbsp; A wave of her hand made an expansive gesture toward the gore and gruesome scene before them.&nbsp; “Still there I imagine, we had to get a professional to come in just to get her statement.&nbsp; Said the door was locked and she had to use her key to get into the apartment.”&nbsp; The woman moved her hand to the door to indicate the keypad that would maglock the reinforced door to the frame to prevent intrusion.&nbsp; “We check the doors for signs of tampering but haven’t found any.&nbsp; Damned ghost this bastard.”<br><br>Drake would be close to agreeing during his assessment.&nbsp; As one trained in the arts of the silent kill he could see from a different perspective, that of the hunter.&nbsp; Yet this killer did not seem to disturb what might have to be disturbed for this particular prey.&nbsp; Neither elevator seemed a plausible entry without disguise or working the target to gain confidence.&nbsp; &nbsp;A servant could of course be a possible entry, a possible look over the log of visitors could be revealing.&nbsp; The door had not been tampered with seemingly and there was certainly no damage.&nbsp; Disturbingly the floor also lacked bloody footprints despite the gruesome nature of the crime.&nbsp; No clear tracks could be found from the children’s rooms to the living room.<br><br>Of note though, Drake did see a deep impression on the hallway rug.&nbsp; The impression was irregular, perhaps the marking of a boot.&nbsp; Yet the depth was deep as if he were heavy or perhaps carrying something heavy during the rounds.&nbsp; A chip along the hardened floor asserted that the boots were not crafted of simple leather or animal hide.&nbsp; The footwear was something of dense material, something possible military might wear.&nbsp; Also found along some of the floor were slight burn markings, smaller than a cigarette might leave behind.&nbsp; Touching the floor showed the markings to be easily removed and leaving markings behind, indicating that something had burned the floor hot enough to turn stone dust to ash.&nbsp; Such markings could be found near the main entrance and around the perimeter of the bloody pool.&nbsp; The second interest of note was a small bit of carpeting in the youngest child’s room.&nbsp; A small tear that was hastily sewn up but promised more intrigue as the section beneath the carpet gave just enough to indicate a difference.<br><br>Haxtes would be facing more difficulty with the bluntness of his question.&nbsp; Immediately he could see the muscles on her body tighten and the puckered lip curl even further.&nbsp; A flash of white teeth sent a primal message to him of warning.&nbsp; “I don’t approve of your implication scribe.&nbsp; The Investigator General was a hardworking man on this force, a man that won our loyalty in blood and service.&nbsp; He probably stumbled on this psychopath’s scheme or maybe was ready to catch him.”&nbsp; One hand lashed out to grab the robes of the smaller man.<br><br>“He was following those bastards at the Beast House before he was killed.&nbsp; Why don’t you go pester them about what kind of man the Investigator General was before you sully his name here.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 00:26:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7247213#msg7247213">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 19-11-2012, 19:00:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>“Not much.&nbsp; Both bodyguards were stabbed in their apartments the night of the kidnappings.&nbsp; No forced entry, no sign of a struggle.&nbsp; The blows were clean through the nose and into the brain stem.&nbsp; Quick, clean and efficient as I’m sure your soldier friend could respect.&nbsp; Both guards dead in their beds.&nbsp; The killer even locked the door on their way out.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"Has the coroner had a chance to look at the bodies yet? Knowing the type of blade used or having an estimation of the size of the person swinging it will be useful. The door is unusual, are we sure it is how the kidnappers got in?"</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7247213#msg7247213">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 19-11-2012, 19:00:35</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>“Accalia von Duran’s apartments were not disheveled and no signs of forced entry.&nbsp; No struggle.&nbsp; Lack of blood gives us hope that the kidnappers did not kill her, at least not on site.&nbsp; We place the time of the events around or just after midnight.&nbsp; Doorman to the apartments says the guards had called down an all clear at 2300 and then Accalia placed an order for tea at 0100.&nbsp; Apparently she had been having trouble sleeping over the past few months and tea calmed her nerves.&nbsp; When service got there, she was gone.”<br><br>“Last person to see her that we can talk to was her Confessor whom she left at 2000.&nbsp; Then she came straight back to her apartments for a small meal and retired to bed.”<br><br>“Not much for you to pickup and run with here investigator.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"You're right, that's not a lot. I assume you've already talked to building security and the staff yes? Do we have the staff records or the like?"</strong> Cat asks the man before turning to Callidon and asking <strong>"What do you think, check out the crime scene, talk to the parents then go talk to this confessor?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 04:38:27</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7248751#msg7248751">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 20-11-2012, 00:26:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>"You're right, that's not a lot. I assume you've already talked to building security and the staff yes? Do we have the staff records or the like?"</strong> Cat asks the man before turning to Callidon and asking <strong>"What do you think, check out the crime scene, talk to the parents then go talk to this confessor?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>At the mention of stabbing, Callidon shuddered. He'd had melee combat explained to him. In very general terms, he was to take out his sword and stab things. In specific terms, he was supposed to get ripped to pieces by any number of rampaging beasts. Callidon preferred guns. The ways you died when guns were involved were a bit more... predictable.<br><br>Callidon was honestly rather shocked her was being consulted, stuttering for a moment. This was way out of his area of expertise. He was a soldier, and had been trained (or at very least pointedly told...) to shoot things. This was way out of his depth. However, his training came to his aid. When all else fails, trust the chain of command. Then it won't be your fault when you die.<br><br>"I defer to your expertise, sir."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>20-11-2012, 23:58:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Drake Zarkov<br>Position: Assassin <br>Location: Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br>Case File: Three<br>Investigators: Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn</strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">One hand lashed out to grab the robes of the smaller man.<br><br>“He was following those bastards at the Beast House before he was killed.&nbsp; Why don’t you go pester them about what kind of man the Investigator General was before you sully his name here.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Drake looked up as Haxtes was non to gently grabbed by his loose robes. He looked on impassively as only a person accustomed to violence could. He had seen enough bar room brawls start in such away, and as much fun as watching the Archivist getting to know the blunt end of the Emperors justice would be. He had to agree that his skills would probably suffer. <br>Drake got to his feet and placed a hand on Investigator Noria Sen's forearm.<br>"I am sure my learned colleague meant no offence" He said looking over to Haxtes.<br>"These Quill pushers can be quite blunt." He said looking at Investigator Sen and then back at Haxtes, giving a look to say that he only half meant it.<br>"From what I can tell. The, "victims" may well have known the killer. Do we have any way to tell who entered the Hab complex? Are there any pict recorders by the entrances?" He enquired. It was a long shot, any killer who knew his stuff would know how to avoid such simple security measures. But maby the Emperor would smile upon them.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 21:02:05</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtes<br><strong>Position:</strong> Archivist<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <span class="bbc_u">Haxtes</span>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>Haxtes had about a moment to understand that he had said something which could possibly be insulting to the Enforcer, before the tall, muscular woman hauled him closer and lifted him up by the collar of his robes. Too shocked to react, the wiry man hung limp in the amazonian's grip as she snarled in his face, warning him about making the wrong implications. The adept's mind quickly began working on possible ways he could smooth over his obvious misstep, so that it would not compromise his investigations into the case. He needed to be on positive terms with this woman, as she could provide him with the information he needed.<br><br>Luckily for Haxtes, his companion was quickly at hand to try and mediate the situation, even if he inserted a playful jab at the adept's expense into his diplomatic words. Still, at least he was trying to help. Haxtes nodded quickly, the right side of his face twitching nervously as he stared into the furious eyes of the female officer.<br><br>"Indeed, I meant no disrespect to the late Investigator General. His reputation preceeded him. I am simply curious as to whether he could have made some enemies in the lower Hive slums lately, for instance." Haxtes' voice was remarkably calm, considering that he was being threatened by a woman who looked like she could break his thin frame in half with her bear...err, bare hands. "You mentioned the Beast House. What is that, if I may ask?" he ventured, a little more cautiously now, not wishing to anger her further.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>22-11-2012, 21:43:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cato Bones<br><strong>Position:</strong> Interrogator<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Regis, <em>Cato Bones</em><br><br><hr><br>The psyker turned towards the gathered workers as the others took of with the apparent foreman. He threw a glance at Regis, who seemed to focus his mind on the carcasses. He then turned his attention back to the workers, approaching them slowly. His staff echoed on the grid floor of the factory, bouncing up and down the great assembly hall. The workers looked considerably uncomfortable. Some of them whispered to the others, the whisper spreading like wildfire until he could almost hear it as clear as the echoes. "Damned spooks..." one of the older workers said as the whisper ended up at his ears. Someone had apparently recognized Cato for what he was. He stopped just a few paces from the gathered crowd, the red robes above looking down curiously at the for once silent mass of people. He leaned the staff at his shoulder and drew out three cards from his Tarot, showing them to the crowd without looking.<br><br>"Judgement, Retribution, Penance." Of course he knew which cards he had drawn, that was half the trick when sooth-saying. There was a difference between reading the Tarot and reading real Tarot. One involved simple tricks and manipulation to intimidate and fool a skeptic crowd, the other was to let the Warp pick the cards and guide you through its riddles. He always pulled a Tarot on those he would interrogate, often using whatever advantage in information that he had. It was obvious someone inside had helped the raid. Question was if the people was willing to rat him out.<br><br>"Judgement to the wicked, they are dunked in sssin and debauchery. Retribution upon those that knew right from wrong but never ssspoke up, never lifted a finger. Penance for those that repent and cast the first stone at the guilty. The Emperor has not forgotten His ill begotten children, neither good or evil. His Scales however crush those ridden by guilt, no matter how small. Repent now or perish under the Sword of Him on Terra, brought to form in the image of the Adeptus Arbites!"<br><br>He knew his ways around words, especially those dealing with Warpfire and brimstone. It remained to be seen if anyone of the workers felt the need to confess...
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 03:01:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div> <br>Regis had been on the verge of rising to follow the investigator, but he paused, hearing Bones begin a gambit.&nbsp; <em>A skilled performance.&nbsp; Effective use of language.&nbsp; Invocation of a culturally significant symbol.&nbsp; The threat of psycher abilities.&nbsp; This may reveal something.</em>&nbsp; <br><br>The tech priest acted as if he were still examining the corpses while Dieter looked curiously around in the crowd.&nbsp; Instead of taking pictures with his data slate this time—though—he was using it to read the transmissions from Dieter’s auspex, trying to catch sight of someone frightened by the psycher’s speech.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Regis’s Awarenes (33) 87%&nbsp; <br>Deiter’s Awareenss (55/65 Scent) 48%&nbsp; <br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>23-11-2012, 03:27:23</strong>
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				<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 was surprised by the small talk the Techpriest issued fourth with the detectives own constant yammering. Seemed pleasant for once to actually have something of a conversation with&nbsp; someone who could actually speak low gothic correctly and not some garbled ganger tongue that he’d taken quite a while to pick up with his time spent on this particular Hive.&nbsp; He was confident if there was anything odd about the Dogs that Regis and Cato would find it. Even if they didn’t find anything it was worth a shot. No time to miss clues when you were just getting started. After the squatly fellow approached and Scragg&nbsp; was done spazzing out, he pulled out a data-slate with a cracked screen, fumbling through it as he jotted down a few key pieces of information as they were handed out by the ‘Foreman.’<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“I…err…I…ummm…foreman…Foreman Griggs Turk….my name…yes yes.&nbsp; I guess’n the lot of you want to be seeing the mess.&nbsp; Err…ain’t pretty.”&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>“Uh…huh.. Mr.Turk… You Keycard opens this door eh? You know who else has one?” He’d ask casually, playing with his data-pad to look as if he was truly looking in depth at this whole situation and not just keeping up the act of confidence. The Foreman seemed…unreasonably twitchy. He’d note that, reminding himself to have the little man checked out further once they had all the information from their informant. <br><br>Aha, but now his evil plan was revealed wasn’t it? Here he was with two armed lovely ladies on either side. Sure there could probably care less about him or what he was currently considering about them as he stole glances back over his shoulders at them here and again but it made Scragg strut like the cock of the walk, holding pure and total contempt for all the menial workers and running children in the work area. In between glances at the Techpriests overlooking workers, he’d make more small talk with Rhia and Veyda, trying to find out what had brought them to the Hive and generally trying to get them talking at all for whatever nefarious alterior motif he might have that was entirely situationaly inappropriate. Scragg cringed when he heard the dark skinned woman shrieking in rage.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“YOU WANT US TO SOLVE THIS CASE BUT DON’T WANT US TO LOOK AT THE FUCK’N CRIME SCENE!?&nbsp; I THOUGHT YOU LOT WERE SMART!”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“throne on Terra…” He’d curse quietly to himself half at the strange three story tall machine and half with the racket the Enforcer was making and why she was making it. Well that didn’t sound good. ”If anyone knows a quick way to get Regis and Cato back in here on a com or something ‘should probably do it now ladies...if they haven’t found any leads yet anyway. Looks like we’re going to need a Cog to talk to a cog. Hm… might be best if we’re all in the same place to hear what our intrepid Enforcer has to tell us too.” The Detective held back, giving the rest of the group time to reconvene together before actually approaching who he believed to be Isadora <br><br>“Ahem… Enforcer Legia? Scragg.” He’d flash his badge again when he could get a word in past the yelling match, eyeballing the other Techpriest as he began though most of his attention was on the informant. “Seems your having a little bit of difficulty here. I think we might be of some assistance. Hey…hey, cool your jets. We’re all on the same side here right? So take a deep breath and why don’t you fill us in on what the situation is.”<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 13:48:19</strong>
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				<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>The mutants shifted nervously at the presence of the man.&nbsp; Already their brood were condemned and watched for possible psychic activity.&nbsp; On a distant planet their kind fought a bloody war for decades and here they suffered for such rebellion.&nbsp; Twisted and disfigured they huddled together like the cattle they had become.&nbsp; Some could easily snap a man in two while others bore signs that their fingers were more lethal than even the knives soldiers carried.&nbsp; &nbsp;Yet each now pressed together for fear of a few simple cards.&nbsp; The bodies, unwashed and burdened with their lot in life, were hard to decipher as they became one entity of fear.&nbsp; Such a stench set off the sensors of the hound while serving to mask the trained senses of Cato. <br><br>One mutant shamefully meet the gaze of the interrogator, looking away with words working on his deformed mouth.&nbsp; “Gah..guh…I…grrr..”&nbsp; Spittle dripped from his lips as anxiety tore his speech.&nbsp; Knees buckled and the twisted figure crumbled to the floor in near tears, shivers running through him at the prospect of displeasing his masters.&nbsp; A bullet tore through the air which caused the crowd to issue a sudden gasp as one before scurrying off, leaving the mutant alone his knees.&nbsp; A boot was given to the beast’s backside as a guard moved up.<br><br>“What is going on here!?&nbsp; Back to work.”<br><br>The tech priest seemed unmoved by the display.&nbsp; Rather the red robed figure turned his back toward the Enforcer with no amount of disdain or consideration.&nbsp; Like the machine the priest emulated he simply continued to do the service requested of him.&nbsp; A hand was waved toward the toppled machinery and the one sunken into the floor.&nbsp; Servitors began to descend from above to begin mapping the equipment, sharp red lights sweeping over the mechanics while the tech priest silently oversaw the procedure.&nbsp; The enforcer nearly leapt atop the man before turning sharply to Scragg.<br><br>“And what the fu..err….sorry sir.”&nbsp; A cough was given so that she had time to collect her bearing and consider the two armed women beside him.&nbsp; “The priest here thinks we are lost for causes here and wants to take the machinery apart now before we even have a chance to section off the area.&nbsp; Says we can’t take a peek at their toy.”&nbsp; The woman nearly growled the last words.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 13:57:52</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br><br>“No serration on the wounds that the examiner found so we’re going with a simple blade.&nbsp; The wounds were long, but failed to chip bone so we’re not thinking this knife was military grade.&nbsp; Cheap steel more for edge than durability.&nbsp; As for the door, we’re thinking so since there was no other mode of entry we can find. Plus there were some bloody shoe prints leading from the door.”&nbsp; The man’s massive paw of a hand gestured slightly to bring up an image of the slender feet that made the exit.&nbsp; “Trail became faint after the door.”<br><br>“We talked to the staff yes and what we got was stone walled.&nbsp; Parents are distraught, blaming the department and such.&nbsp; Not much there.&nbsp; No love entanglements, no enemies.&nbsp; Family obviously has some people on their watch list and we’re talking to our organized crime departments to figure out if there are any leads there.&nbsp; The confessor is tight lipped and under no obligation to even talk to us.&nbsp; So unless you have a unique gift for gab, I’m not seeing where your help will come from Investigator Thebes.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 14:07:44</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>“Hah, you don’t know the Beast House?&nbsp; Not much for this work are you?”&nbsp; She roughly released him, pushing his frame away to give space between them.&nbsp; “Xeno trading bastards they are.&nbsp; Run games and pits, even sell some of them as slaves for the rich.&nbsp; Cold trade and like pass through their fingers every day.&nbsp; Tried to shut them down a few times but they have friends and we’re short.”&nbsp; The woman reached into her pocket to remove a pack of cigarettes, pounding them against her palm before looking around the room.&nbsp; <br><br>“As for a recorder, yeah we got some back at base.&nbsp; Tech team is going over the recording but we don’t see anything.&nbsp; Rin, go ahead and show’em least they think we aren’t being helpful.”&nbsp; A slender woman in another room chirped up before arranging a set of disks and activating a small device.&nbsp; Against one of the few clean walls played a recording.&nbsp; Various people moved in and out of the foyer including neighbors and servants.&nbsp; There did not seem to be any odd goings on during the play of the recording.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 15:02:44</strong>
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				Name: Cat Thebes<br>Position: Astartes Arbites<br>Location: Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br>Case File: Two<br>Investigators: Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7288028#msg7288028">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 27-11-2012, 13:57:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“No serration on the wounds that the examiner found so we’re going with a simple blade.&nbsp; The wounds were long, but failed to chip bone so we’re not thinking this knife was military grade.&nbsp; Cheap steel more for edge than durability.&nbsp; As for the door, we’re thinking so since there was no other mode of entry we can find. Plus there were some bloody shoe prints leading from the door.”&nbsp; The man’s massive paw of a hand gestured slightly to bring up an image of the slender feet that made the exit.&nbsp; “Trail became faint after the door.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cat doesn't say what's on her mind at this point but she makes sure to point out the size of the footprints to Callidon in the least patronizing way she can think of (it still comes out somewhat like a proper investigator trying to show a rookie enforcer how to do their job). <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7288028#msg7288028">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 27-11-2012, 13:57:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“We talked to the staff yes and what we got was stone walled.&nbsp; Parents are distraught, blaming the department and such.&nbsp; Not much there.&nbsp; No love entanglements, no enemies.&nbsp; Family obviously has some people on their watch list and we’re talking to our organized crime departments to figure out if there are any leads there.&nbsp; The confessor is tight lipped and under no obligation to even talk to us.&nbsp; So unless you have a unique gift for gab, I’m not seeing where your help will come from Investigator Thebes.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><strong>"You're right, that's not a lot to go on, I still think the confessor might have something though. I'll need you to get me all the information you have on him, as well as a copy of everything pertaining to the case."</strong><br>Cat fidgets a little as a half dozen wild theories run through her head. Cases looked a lot more cut and dry when she was just an enforcer but someone up there (apparently) thought she could do this and she refuses to let them down, or worse, let it go on record that her first case went unsolved. If the other arbites got nothing but dead ends she'd just have to do better. That thought does not frighten her AT ALL &gt;.&gt;<br><strong>"Other than that I think we are done taking up your time."</strong> She looks at Callidon and gives a little nod towards the door.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 15:29:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cato Bones<br><strong>Position:</strong> Interrogator<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Regis, <em>Cato Bones</em><br><br><hr><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7288010#msg7288010">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 27-11-2012, 13:48:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">A bullet tore through the air which caused the crowd to issue a sudden gasp as one before scurrying off, leaving the mutant alone his knees.&nbsp; A boot was given to the beast’s backside as a guard moved up.<br><br>“What is going on here!?&nbsp; Back to work.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cato gave a surprisingly wicked snarl for such a thin man and stepped forward, wielding his staff to push the guard in the chest with unexpected strength behind it. It was clear that this mutant knew of something, there was a distinct feel behind his slouched gait and dull eyes.<br><br>"Fool! You are interfering with the work of the Adeptus Arbitesss. Very sssuspect indeed... perhapsss your inteference is a bid to cover up the rebel tracksss, hmm? Unless you want me to take you back to the district and find out I recommend you leave thisss worker for questioning. Go!"<br><br>He leaned down and pulled the mutant from the ground. He looked at the wasted figure through cold cybernetic eyes, his gnarled hands keeping a firm grip on his collar. His mind was still clouded, there was a permeated stench of horror and hopelessness ingrained to the very structure of the facility. He pulled out another card and showed it to the man.<br><br>"Truth. You know it don't you? You know something about this mess, this sssin against the Imperium. Confess it now and no punishment shall fall over your sssoul. The Emperor rewards even the mutant, believe me..."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>27-11-2012, 19:53:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name: Drake Zarkov<br>Position: Assassin <br>Location: Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br>Case File: Three<br>Investigators: Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br></strong><hr><br>Drake nodded in understanding. <br>"Thanks. If it's possible, could my colleague transfer a copy of this to his dataslate." Indicating to the pict recording. <br><br>"Do we have a contact within the Beast house?" He asked crossing his arms in thought. "We are unknown to them, we could masquerade as...." He looked at his two companions "... a wealthy merchant, his aide and his bodyguard" gesturing to each of them in turn ending with himself<br>"With any luck we could get some new information, and possibly get a tactical view of the inside for your officers."&nbsp; He added<br>"Do you have a vox? I need to update our CO."<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>02-12-2012, 02:02:45</strong>
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				<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><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>The tech priest seemed unmoved by the display.&nbsp; Rather the red robed figure turned his back toward the Enforcer with no amount of disdain or consideration.&nbsp; Like the machine the priest emulated he simply continued to do the service requested of him.&nbsp; A hand was waved toward the toppled machinery and the one sunken into the floor.&nbsp; Servitors began to descend from above to begin mapping the equipment, sharp red lights sweeping over the mechanics while the tech priest silently oversaw the procedure.&nbsp; The enforcer nearly leapt atop the man before turning sharply to Scragg.<br><br>“And what the fu..err….sorry sir.”&nbsp; A cough was given so that she had time to collect her bearing and consider the two armed women beside him.&nbsp; “The priest here thinks we are lost for causes here and wants to take the machinery apart now before we even have a chance to section off the area.&nbsp; Says we can’t take a peek at their toy.”&nbsp; The woman nearly growled the last words.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>“We might be able t’do something about that. We brought a Techpriest of our own that might be able to talk some sense into ‘em. Either that or his Cybermastif might be able to persuade him a little further. I hear they just don’t like their secrets revealed to people like us or those that’ll either abuse or blaspheme all over them. S’a odd little cult but they’re easier to deal with when you know a little about where they’re comin’ from. Done good work so far eh Legia?”&nbsp; Scragg took a long drag off his Lho-stick and eyeballed the back of the techpriests head as he stood there cold and machinelike overseeing the dismantling of evidence they needed. <br><br>“Techpriest! Detective Scragg of the Adeptus Arbites and my associates. Might not be willing to let my enforcer friend here into the crime scene but perhaps you’ll make an exception for someone you can trust to have a respectful touch to your precious machines and damaged, uh…machine spirits?” He tried to at least sound like he was accustomed to their practices but having associated with the cogs here and again was no indoctrination into mechanicus lore. He’d turn his head back to the Enforcer after a moment and start again. <br><br>“Think you can fill us in while we wait for our Interrogator and Techpriest to get here? Something tells me they might have better luck with the questions here so I guess the three…well…four of us now should have all the facts straight for when they arrive?” He’d look the enforcer up and down once. In the presence of women this usually made Scragg look that much more like a slimeball but it was just how he’d learned to assess someone by taking in their stance and how they held themselves regardless of what sex they were. Though, one shouldn’t get him wrong, Scragg looked for all the wrong reasons too, not just for the right ones. Rhia and Veyda would get a glance over his shoulder, there plenty of room to look around even if they couldn’t get down to the machinery yet. <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>05-12-2012, 16:12:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtes<br><strong>Position:</strong> Adept<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <em>Haxtes</em>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>Drake's mediation seemed to have worked, as Haxtes was suddenly released and pushed roughly away, the adept's wiry legs stumbling over the floor as he regained his balance. His hands went to his collar, nervously adjusting it as he stared cautiously at the female enforcer. The right side of his face twitched slightly, the corner of his lips pulling up towards his grey eye. It was a nervous habit of his, one which made people aware of the fact that he was not entirely comfortable. Still being new to the business, Arbite life had not rooted out that particular defect of his. <br><br>Drake's suggestion was sound, though Haxtes was unsure about how safe it would be to go undercover, especially with a pair of men he had met only an hour before. Still, he nodded slightly in agreement. "It would certainly be a strategic advantage to have some inside knowledge on the Beast House, especially if they are somehow involved in the murder of the Investigator General," he mused, half to himself, though loud enough for the people around him to hear clearly. The stub firearm in the left pocket of his robe suddenly felt heavy, as if foreshadowing its use in the foreseeable future.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>08-12-2012, 11:35:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp; Regis gave a quiet, approving nod as Kato shoved the guard back.&nbsp; He strode around to the mutant, Deiter stalking beside him, 'til they were between the mutant and the guard.&nbsp; The cyber mastiff gave the guardsman a short snarl, then turned it's crystalline eyes on the rest of the crowd.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:28:51</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; No movement issued from beneath the red robes while mechanical eyes turned onto the servitors beginning to work away the machinery.&nbsp; Dedicated to the art and spirit of the machine the priest seemed to have shut off all concerns aside from his assigned task.&nbsp; Were a statue to take the man’s place, few would be any the wiser.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Once or twice her hand moved down to grip the handle of her shock maul.&nbsp; Young and full of ambition, her eyes shined on the potential case evaporating before her eyes.<br><br>“Facts, evidence, what does it matter?&nbsp; The bastard wants his toy back so he just comes over here and scoops up the crime scene!”&nbsp; A gloved hand pulled back invisible strands of her dirty blonde hair.&nbsp; The woman’s face was more handsome than beautiful, filled with hard planes and strong lines of good Imperial breeding.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “A riot took this place.&nbsp; But don’t make sense for a riot to get through security doors.&nbsp; Protocol here is to seal this place off tight.&nbsp; Records show the protocol was followed to the letter.&nbsp; The room is pristine as well whereas the rest of the place looks like, well...like a riot went through it.”&nbsp; <br><br>The enforcer gestured to the rest of the room where the other machines, identical to this towering behemoth still largely stood undisturbed.&nbsp; “Why that machine?&nbsp; If you wanted to stop the creation of cyber mastiffs, why take out one machine and topple a couple others?&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Genuine fear showed on his face as the booted heel would do him little good against a true man of the Arbites.&nbsp; A hard swallow was taken before he eyed the kneeling mutant with renewed anger.&nbsp; He snarled something incomprehensible before storming off, shouting at a fresh pack of workers with rifle freshly in hand.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Whimpering bleed into drooling and sniveling words.&nbsp; “He is a good boy, he is a good boy.&nbsp; I…I just wanted the best he could have.&nbsp; Not be like me..not like me.&nbsp; No he not like me.&nbsp; Please he is good.&nbsp; They say just leave the door open.&nbsp; Just the door.&nbsp; Nothing else, nothing else and it was all done.&nbsp; A few thrones is all I took I swear.”&nbsp; In desperation he reached out to touch the robes of Regis as if seeking understanding and sanctuary from the cold façade.&nbsp; “Only a few to keep the boy right, to keep him right from this.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:38:01</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Office of Investigator Primus Marc, Upper Spire Division<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The door to the office nearly slammed into Investigator Thebes.&nbsp; Certainly the door meet the body of Callidon were his not careful.&nbsp; A junior officer panted from the exertion of rushing to the door, disheveled now in the once pristine uniform.&nbsp; Judging from the physique he was not accustomed to such rapid movement.&nbsp; Heaving breathes gave way to information as he blurted out, “We found her.&nbsp; Low level, the pits, dregs.”&nbsp; A shakey hand put a note on the desk of Primus Marc to be consumed by a meaty hand.<br><br>“Unnamed Informant huh?&nbsp; This better not be some joke from the lower ranks.”&nbsp; The hand crushed the paper with anger at the thought before he shouted.&nbsp; “You two with me.&nbsp; Got no time to waste and if we’re going to look like idiots then we’re going to look like idiots doing their job.”&nbsp; He shoved the junior officer into a wall hard enough to make the structure shudder.&nbsp; “Need vests and get my gun from the locker!”<br><br>The giant figure stalked from the room with determination on his features.&nbsp; “We got no time for strike squad to get there.&nbsp; So we’re going in first.&nbsp; Going to be gangs down there so I hope your friend isn’t for show there Investigator.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:42:29</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>“Ha!&nbsp; Undercover into the Beast House.&nbsp; Nobody has pulled that off and they’ve tried believe me.”&nbsp; There were a few snickers at the suggestion before the woman turned back to the crime scene.&nbsp; “We’ve tried to put an informant in their ranks for decades, no luck.&nbsp; Last one we’re pretty sure was alive when whatever they let eat him started.&nbsp; One before that, well let’s just say hard to recover a body from the warp.”&nbsp; The sign of the Emperor’s protection was made across the chest of more than one Arbites in the room.&nbsp; “Weren’t nothing pretty to be found there.”&nbsp; <br><br>“The Investigator General was the only one with the leads.&nbsp; Kept his notes to himself though and we can’t find them back at his office and nothing here.&nbsp; So good luck finding a place of business for them.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>09-12-2012, 00:59:14</strong>
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				Callidon was hit by the door, staggering back. The Junior Officer would find himself looking down the Barrel of a Las Rifle as the Guardsman regained his balance... before lowering it as he realized what was going on. The Guardsman lowered the weapon, attempting (unsuccessfully) to quiet his nerves. He looked to Thebes, not responding to the comment.<br><br>"Would your prefer I take point, or guard the rear, sir?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>10-12-2012, 06:31:23</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7351084#msg7351084">Quote from: Tackyhillbilly on 09-12-2012, 00:59:14</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Would your prefer I take point, or guard the rear, sir?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cat gives Marc a worried look at the mention of an 'unnamed informant'. <br><strong>"He isn't."</strong> She turns to Callidon, <strong>"You'll on point, but check your targets, the last thing we need is the girl getting shot because she is dressed the same as a ganger."</strong><br>Cat checks her pistol as she follows the investigator out and says, in the least worried voice she can manage, <strong>"I don't like this, why would she be down there? Low level scum shouldn't have the resources to kidnap someone of her status but if she isn't with her kidnappers why would she go there instead of home?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 01:31:47</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The cybermastif stalked a wary guard around the three of them.&nbsp; Still covered by his green hood, Regis crouched beside the groveling mutant.&nbsp; His hands went under her arms and lifted her, bringing her face to face with him on her knees.&nbsp; She could see his eyes peering into hers out of the depths of his hood, hear his breath thrumming faintly as it passed through the grill that started just below those eyes.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“We need to know who paid you,” he spoke quietly, with a calm ferocity like a distant storm.&nbsp; “First, tell me how many there were.&nbsp; Then tell me what they looked like.&nbsp; Start with one, describe him fully, then move to the next.&nbsp; Then tell me anything you heard them say.&nbsp; Take your time.&nbsp; I will help you through it.”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>11-12-2012, 21:11:41</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Drake Zarkov<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin <br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><del></del><br><br>Drakes eyes narrowed slightly at the tone.<br>"<em>Fair enough</em>" he replied. "<em>Just voicing my thoughts. Did the Investigator General tend to bring his work back with him?</em>" he enquired. "<em>Does he have an office in this apartment?</em>" He asked looking round. <br>"<em>If so. Has anyone run an auspex round? He may have a safe for sensitive information.</em>"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>12-12-2012, 05:21:03</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7357918#msg7357918">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 10-12-2012, 06:31:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cat gives Marc a worried look at the mention of an 'unnamed informant'. <br><strong>"He isn't."</strong> She turns to Callidon, <strong>"You'll on point, but check your targets, the last thing we need is the girl getting shot because she is dressed the same as a ganger."</strong><br>Cat checks her pistol as she follows the investigator out and says, in the least worried voice she can manage, <strong>"I don't like this, why would she be down there? Low level scum shouldn't have the resources to kidnap someone of her status but if she isn't with her kidnappers why would she go there instead of home?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Callidon nodded, turning to the other investigator, becoming more calm at firm orders. He knew his job now.<br><br>"Sir, are we proceeding in open areas, or will be moving through close quarters? I need to know if my shotgun or my Las Rifle is more appropriate."<br><br>Callidon's voice had lost a lot of its quaver. He got in less trouble with orders. When things went wrong, people blamed his superiors, not him. ...most of the time.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>17-12-2012, 09:23:09</strong>
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				<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>The fires of the mound with bodies flared to life while yet more gang members were tossed upon the pile.&nbsp; Markings from various factions curled black under the heat of the flames.&nbsp; Light danced in the eyes of the mutant.&nbsp; Hands dragged the mutant to stand but there was little life left in the movement.&nbsp; Instead those eyes stared with fearful wonder at the flames.&nbsp; More spittle dripped down to the ground before gnarled hands clenched together and a full body shiver took hold.&nbsp; Mournfully the figure turned away from the fire to look over the pair and the fate that waited.&nbsp; A few guards stopped now to see the commotion the trio were making, fingers touched the trigger of lasguns nervously.&nbsp; <br><br>“You….the Emperor forgive…Emperor forgive much…not this…not me…not no, no, no…” <br><br>Behind Cato came a gasp of air and an out of breath whisper as a messenger came to fetch the pair at Scragg’s desire.&nbsp; While the words were made known the mutant released a sudden burst of motion toward the pyre of charred bodies.&nbsp; The intent clear, the purpose painfully obvious as the creature flung itself forward to find the pile of bodies and eventual death.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 00:36:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The trio of detectives was plunged from the great heights of the Spire to the depths of the Low Hive within minutes of their task being set forth.&nbsp; Around them the world spun out of control while the pilot laid skilled hands on the control of the vehicle.&nbsp; A speeder of one make or another turned and spun, winding a twisted path through the ancient structures of the Hive.&nbsp; Radio chatter sounded over the interior as other forces were massed and readied, yet the members of the Arbites Astartes in the speeder would be the first on the ground.&nbsp; There seemed no stopping Primus from being there ahead of his team.&nbsp; <br><br>Trash pushed outward from beneath the Speeder while the creation of ancient technology came to hover over the barren street.&nbsp; People clutched coats to their bodies as they rushed to get away from the odd thing, few ever having seen one so close.&nbsp; Primus soon slid out of the rapid deployment hatch.&nbsp; A pressed uniform gave way to hardened boots that now slammed into the ground.&nbsp; Quickly he moved so that the other two might emerge, the large man planting his backside to a wall.&nbsp; That particular building seemed a dilapidated sort of warehouse.&nbsp; <br><br>“Intel says this is a slave pit.&nbsp; So there will be a lot of girls in there along with some gangers not wanting to be disturbed and some not wanting to disrupt the profit.”&nbsp; <br><br>Slave pits were an old concept with new life in this section of the Hive.&nbsp; The Great Tithe fell on men and women in equal numbers.&nbsp; Men were imported to run much of the great technology and perform the factory work, while women were imported to provide the venue for repopulation.&nbsp; The result was the massive boost in sex slavery and pits such as this one.&nbsp; Arbites Astartes typically did not get involved in such affairs since they were more a local problem, though at times xeno women could be found among the list of those smuggled into the area.<br><br>“So how do you want to approach this Investigator Thebes?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 00:42:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Drake Zarkov<br><strong>Position</strong>: Assassin <br><strong>Location</strong>: Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File</strong>: Three<br><strong>Investigators</strong>: Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><hr><br>"<em>Right</em>" Drake said changing tack slightly. "<em>Let's go back through what we know. We have the impression in the hallway, looks like a solid, possibly metallic boot of some sort. But whomever made it was very large, or at least transporting something heavy.</em>"<br>"<em>And the burn marks are questionable. I've only known acid to make this kind of burn, or possibly plasma. But plasma would leave more burns on the walls</em>." he stated pacing and looking at each part of the evidence as he listed it.<br>"<em>Then there's this</em>" He said with some finality. "<em>Why would the culprit take so much effort to clear evidence of himself but leave this piece of carpet so sloppily repaired</em>" He noted as he dropped to his haunches and drew his elegant knife from its sheath. <br>"<em>Unless it was one of our victims attempt to hide something</em>" he said as he carefully started to cut through the threads holding the cut edges of the carpet together.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>18-12-2012, 05:37:45</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7401394#msg7401394">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 18-12-2012, 00:36:19</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“So how do you want to approach this Investigator Thebes?”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Cat mumbles something about requisitioning stun grenades as she looks over the building. <strong>"I say we kick the door in and drop anyone who looks at us funny. We should be able to catch them with their pants down, literally. If we waste time it could turn into a proper standoff."</strong><br>Cat draws her pistol, glances across at Callidon and quietly asks <strong>"Right?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>19-12-2012, 06:53:19</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7402976#msg7402976">Quote from: JohnTheGreat on 18-12-2012, 05:37:45</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Cat mumbles something about requisitioning stun grenades as she looks over the building. <strong>"I say we kick the door in and drop anyone who looks at us funny. We should be able to catch them with their pants down, literally. If we waste time it could turn into a proper standoff."</strong><br>Cat draws her pistol, glances across at Callidon and quietly asks <strong>"Right?"</strong><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Callidon kept his Las Rifle out. Given that the target of this extraction might be in the room, wide burst shots would be unwise. Focused fire would minimize collateral damage.<br><br>"At your order, sir."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>BraveEarth</strong> on <strong>20-12-2012, 04:28:33</strong>
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				<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7398498#msg7398498">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 17-12-2012, 09:23:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">The fires of the mound with bodies flared to life while yet more gang members were tossed upon the pile.&nbsp; Markings from various factions curled black under the heat of the flames.&nbsp; Light danced in the eyes of the mutant.&nbsp; Hands dragged the mutant to stand but there was little life left in the movement.&nbsp; Instead those eyes stared with fearful wonder at the flames.&nbsp; More spittle dripped down to the ground before gnarled hands clenched together and a full body shiver took hold.&nbsp; Mournfully the figure turned away from the fire to look over the pair and the fate that waited.&nbsp; A few guards stopped now to see the commotion the trio were making, fingers touched the trigger of lasguns nervously.&nbsp; <br><br>“You….the Emperor forgive…Emperor forgive much…not this…not me…not no, no, no…” <br><br>Behind Cato came a gasp of air and an out of breath whisper as a messenger came to fetch the pair at Scragg’s desire.&nbsp; While the words were made known the mutant released a sudden burst of motion toward the pyre of charred bodies.&nbsp; The intent clear, the purpose painfully obvious as the creature flung itself forward to find the pile of bodies and eventual death.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Veyda was watching the whole scene intently hoping that the Cogboy could handle the interrogation, and she could keep a clear eye out with the Waif for any sign of uprising or interference. However when the bloody mutant made the mad dash towards the Pyre, her body kicked in before she knew what was happening. She planned on intercepting the mutant and throw him backwards putting faith in her body and Emperor that she didn't get pushed into the pyre herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-12-2012, 09:41:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div> <br>&nbsp; "Oh no you don't," Regis hissed, diving after the fleeing mutant.&nbsp; "We're not finished."&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; Deiter gave a sudden growl and surged forwards, meaning to tackle the mutant.&nbsp; Subroutines fired in his cortex that said one bit when one pounced, whether to subdue or destroy was the only question.&nbsp; Somehow, this saddened him.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 14:20:06</strong>
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				<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>Veyda could feel the pain about to come from using her body as a weapon against the hulking mutant.&nbsp; Years of work in the factory had put the beast on par with her own body honed from years of combat.&nbsp; When the pair meet there was the sound of two body slamming, of bone and meat colliding with one another in a great explosion of sound.&nbsp; From the creature came a whimper as the ground was taken from beneath and for Veyda the air became her home.&nbsp; The impact so strong that both came to fly away from the other.&nbsp; The mutant turned in the air, landing hard on the ground not far from the pyre while Veyda toppled through and over the flames to the other side.&nbsp; A bit of cloth lay singed on her body, the smell of melting plastics keeping her awake while she recovered from the ground.&nbsp; <br><br>Dieter leapt at the command of his master.&nbsp; Metallic augments sending the dog flying forward to grapple with the opponent, yet the odd trajectory kept the cybermastiff off guard.&nbsp; Teeth gnashed at empty air while the mutant continued to roll avoid the creature.&nbsp; Pain gripped the creature’s face but still the path was clear while struggling to stand.&nbsp; Fire seemed to be the beast’s only option from whatever would emerge from its mouth.<br><br>---OOC---<br>Veyda prone, Mutant prone, Dieter missed on a grapple.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 14:35:10</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The large man simply grinned for approval.&nbsp; One massive paw palmed a small grenade of some kind.&nbsp; A canister appearance made both Callidon and Thebes think of a proper flashbang.&nbsp; The deafening pop and flash that echoed from inside when the grenade went off confirmed the suspicion.&nbsp; With an odd grace the man slammed his shoulder into the door the rest of the way.&nbsp; Light spilled outward but not the pure white light one might imagine, but the sickly dim light of a warehouse ill-used.&nbsp; All three would be welcomed by the sight of tents, stacked row upon row.&nbsp; Within some shadows scrambled from atop thin cots while in others chains rattled slowly as drugged women barely stirred from the explosion.<br><br>Toward the right of the entry was a tall desk, position to be higher than the space around.&nbsp; A woman with a few extra pound to her body was slumped over the floor, pudgy hands covering her face while she screamed.&nbsp; A pair of guards stumbled around the same desk.&nbsp; Cheap rifles cradled in their hands while attempting to regain their senses after such a brutal assault on their senses.&nbsp; From beyond there could be heard more movement and screams as both guards, clients and women began to comprehend the sudden attack.<br><br>---OOC---<br>Desk to your right, Agility test to vault over for cover if you'd like.<br>Two stunned guards, both armed before you.&nbsp; <br>The building is basically a warehouse with tents.&nbsp; Catwalks above do have a couple of guards but at this range they are hard to hit you and you them.&nbsp; There are ladders and ways to reach them spaced along the walls.&nbsp; Tents are setup in rows.&nbsp; They can also provide thin cover.&nbsp; In each tent there is a cot, dirty sheets and sometimes a drugged victim chained.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 14:46:55</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>The carpet split easily to the knife.&nbsp; Poor seams seemed ready to fall apart at just a touch.&nbsp; Tearing back the materials beneath at first revealed only a small cubby hole.&nbsp; Tucked within the confines were at first small things any child might hide as was their nature.&nbsp; Prized toys and painted pictures greeted the hand that entered.&nbsp; Oddly though the pictures were almost comically crude in their drawing and neatly folded aside.&nbsp; Edges of the paper were crisp and clear as if fresh despite their placement beneath the carpet.&nbsp; The toys were each rubber figurines.&nbsp; <br><br>Years of studying patterns tickled at the back of Haxtus Fenn’s neck.&nbsp; Hairs edged upward as he noticed the small dolls and their odd shape.&nbsp; Heads were settled wrong on the figurines and their masculine, rugged appearance did not fit into the pattern of the room.&nbsp; Pastel walls gave way to rather brutish figures of aliens and guardsmen.&nbsp; <br><br>Such a tickling touched the mind of the academic upon seeing the pictures remove.&nbsp; The lines seemed crude, yet a complex pattern emerged while looking on their crinkled surface.&nbsp; There was cryptic language and patterns to be found here.&nbsp; <br><br>Drake’s hand meet empty space after the seemingly childish items were removed.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>31-12-2012, 15:09:22</strong>
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				Name: Cat Thebes<br>Position: Astartes Arbites<br>Location: Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br>Case File: Two<br>Investigators: Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat raises her pistol and drops down behind the door frame. There are men standing over a woman who might be the girl, that is enough for her to open fire.<br><br><br>-----------------------------------------<br>I rolled a 91 for my shooting :(
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>02-01-2013, 07:40:48</strong>
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				Callidon bulled in through the open doorway, diving behind the nearby desk, and releasing a quick shot at one of the stunned men, cursing at it went wide. If anyone was watching (they likely were not) they'd notice that Callidon had settled down. Battle was restful, in a way. At least in battle, he knew who was going to try to kill him.<br><br>((31 on the Ag test, 81 on the BS))
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 03:44:11</strong>
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				Fenn had been standing in the back, letting the other two go about their work, taking in the entire scene, trying to memorize each and every detail as the Arbitrator - an Intelligencer named Eisen - who had trained him taught him to do.&nbsp; Soon, they were moving to another room, and one of the others - the more rough and tumble from his appearance - started bringing up the floor.&nbsp; "Mister Drake," Fenn intoned when the small figures and pictures were withdrawn from the cubbyhole.&nbsp; "Allow me to see those.&nbsp; I think there might be a clue to the death of the Investigator General within those seemingly-childish scribblings."<br><br>((Going to roll for having a look at the figures and the drawings.))
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-01-2013, 05:34:52</strong>
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				&nbsp;<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Hold still,” Regis hissed, surging forewords and trying to grab the mutant by the shoulders.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dieter surged between the mutant and the chemical fire, growling and snapping.&nbsp; Chrome teeth caught the light of the burning corpses as if reflecting the hellish fires of ancient places of damnation.&nbsp; <br><br><br><br><em>Regis’s Weapon Skill Roll: Failed by 20%<br>What does Deiter roll to intimidate?</em><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>08-01-2013, 02:30:41</strong>
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				<br><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, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br>Well, looks like this particular Cog wasn’t keen on listening even to a member of the Adeptus Arbites. Throne he hated having to do things the hard way. Or worse still, the way that was going to get someone else’s hands on him and not in the fun way either. He kept his eyes mostly on the Techpriest, assessing for the side of him that gave the widest berth for when he eventually sprung. One ear was kept on Isadora’s displeased rambling of the facts. He loved Rambling. Rambling was a higher form of communication similar to the stream of consciousness one got from a properly bludgeoned suspect.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>“Facts, evidence, what does it matter?&nbsp; The bastard wants his toy back so he just comes over here and scoops up the crime scene!”&nbsp; A gloved hand pulled back invisible strands of her dirty blonde hair.&nbsp; The woman’s face was more handsome than beautiful, filled with hard planes and strong lines of good Imperial breeding.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; “A riot took this place.&nbsp; But don’t make sense for a riot to get through security doors.&nbsp; Protocol here is to seal this place off tight.&nbsp; Records show the protocol was followed to the letter.&nbsp; The room is pristine as well whereas the rest of the place looks like, well...like a riot went through it.”&nbsp; <br><br>The enforcer gestured to the rest of the room where the other machines, identical to this towering behemoth still largely stood undisturbed.&nbsp; “Why that machine?&nbsp; If you wanted to stop the creation of cyber mastiffs, why take out one machine and topple a couple others?&nbsp; We’re doing more to slow production than this attack did.”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Lots of reasons. Like to have us looking down here when something odd is going on, possibly elsewhere. You’re a nice lookin’ Street level Enforcerer, aren’t you? Does this look more nonsensical or Surgical to you?” He’d look around the room, wondering where exactly the others were and now Veyda had gone to check as well. It was a good guess that he’d never be able to understand what might be ‘missing’ from all the toppled machinery. That was a Techpriests place to know what was suppose to be where. What he –could- identify was what shouldn’t be there. If it really was rioting gangers or some other rabble they’d have been messy and left something behind. Time to take matters into his own hands till the others could assist him.&nbsp; Clearing his throat and nonchalantly approaching the overseeing Techpriest he risked his neck by suddenly doing a half-step twist of his torso to duck past the overseer and fast-walk into the crime scene. There was no point in running; he was not guilty of anything other than doing his Emperor given duty. He also wasn’t stupid and getting a robotic hand squeezed around his neck wasn’t on his agenda either. <br><br>Scragg looked quickly, eyes darting across the room to let his mind process things having left Enforcer Legia to hang on the casual flirtation he’d snuck into his statement a few seconds prior and pick up on what he was doing…if he was lucky. If he managed it past the Priest for even a few feet he’d slowly reach his hand out to the wall, concentrating with a squint on what may have happened, blips or flashes of memories in the area to help lead him to some clue, something that didn’t fit. His breath came heavy, wisps of lho-smoke billowing from his nostrils.<br><br>(Knack + Search)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 08:46:33</strong>
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				<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>The images flickered into the mind of Scragg.&nbsp; Images of a room blank and pristine, placid and untouched by the hands of mankind brushed over him.&nbsp; There was nothing there to witness or behold.&nbsp; Nothing at all seemed out of place or even threatening of the machines as they sat in their stoic posts.&nbsp; Then a blast of fear and corruption struck him as if he were engulfed in flame and brimstone.&nbsp; A fear of death from a being that did not fear death struck at his very core.&nbsp; Smoldering ruin touched his mind and the scent of smoke lifted up to his nostrils.&nbsp; Eyes cast toward the hole could see that the destruction came not from above but simply from below.&nbsp; Something lurked beneath that had seen this place above destroyed.<br><br>From the corner of her eye, Rhia could see the investigator as he immersed in his latent ability.&nbsp; A dazed look in his eyes seemed to catch the attention of the Tech Priest.&nbsp; Along the back of her neck the hair began to rise while the red robed man turned to face the detective.<br><br>Away from the room the conflict still erupted.&nbsp; The mutant stood untouched by the growling of the cybermastiff.&nbsp; Determination creased his features when his eyes turned once more to the flames.&nbsp; A single las bolt slammed into the mutant though, soon followed by a repetitive burst of others that followed.&nbsp; Guards turned their sights on the beast, lifting their weaponry out of training more than intent.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 08:54:21</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The Emperor’s Light seemed to shine on those opposite the guns of the Adeptus Astartes as both blasts of las fire went wide.&nbsp; There was nothing to be said for the missing of both blasts except that luck was not on their side.&nbsp; Callidon rolled across the top of the desk, slamming into the plump woman with a scream from her.&nbsp; Blasts of las fire slammed into the desk above while Thebes found the burned smell of ozone greeting her as well.&nbsp; Too far out to be accurate, the troops on the catwalks none the less tried their luck.<br><br>Luck would run out for the two guards though.&nbsp; As their eyes focused they would find only a sudden blast from the shotgun of the other investigator.&nbsp; Both were taken down hard by the scattered shot and then finished off with another merciless volley.<br><br>--------------------OOC------------------<br>Available targets are along the catwalk at long range.&nbsp; There are guards walking amongst the tents and patrons are starting to run for the exits.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 09:18:40</strong>
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				Name: Cat<br>Position: Astartes Arbites<br>Location: Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br>Case File: Two<br>Investigators: Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat takes another shot at one of the guards among the tents and hopes to the God Emperor that the SWAT team isn't too far behind..<br><br><br>-------OOC-------<br>missed by like 8
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-01-2013, 09:27:48</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>A quick view of the toys showed him that each was indeed an odd thing for a child to possess.&nbsp; Looking about the room Fenn could determine that even with the lavish lifestyle the toys were simply too valuable for a child’s hands.&nbsp; Worn edges along the neck of one piece drew his fingernail.&nbsp; Small grooves could be found there, just wide enough for some such tool as the tip of his finger.&nbsp; A simple matter of twisting and pressing the nail into place slipped the head upward so that a small chip flashed before his eyes.&nbsp; There, nestled amidst plastic, was to be found a simple bit of information held on a data chip.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 01:20:28</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtes<br><strong>Position:</strong> Adept<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <em>Haxtes</em>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>Haxtes had remained quietly in the background while the two other men had investigated the hidden space beneath the carpet, though he had been watching with curious eyes, filled with the kind of interest in new knowledge typical of an ambitious scribe. As the man holding the doll unveiled the small data chip hidden within, a spark lit within the adept's gaunt eye sockets. A hand scrounged quickly within his robes, and pulled out a worn data slate, the square object immediately coming to life with a blue glow from its screen.<br><br>"Would you let me have a look at that?" Haxtes asked in his dry, droning voice, his interest and eagerness to investigate the contents of the chip showing by the spark in his eyes and the hint of a smile creasing his thin lips. As he waited for the response from the man currently holding the doll and the chip, he pressed a few buttons on the slate, erecting additional firewalls in case the contents on the chip were malicious. "I bet there must be something good on something so well hidden..."<br><br>OOC: <br>Haxtes would like to plug the chip into his data slate and investigate the contents, if possible.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 01:28:02</strong>
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				Name: Rhia<br>Location: Progen Fifteen<br>Case File: One<br>Investigators: Rhia Euphrati, Regis, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><hr><br>Rhia stood alongside Scragg, even if the person didn't notice. She was excellent at being a silent woman because it was required with her line of duty. The tech priest was something that Rhia would consider possibly a bad omen. The second she had been put into this situation she had an uneasy feeling about it. Nothing was going how she had expected and everything seemed fishy to her. The aura round everyone was starting to set her on edge as she listened to people negotiate and investigate with each other. When she noticed the person known as Scragg duck under to look at the crime scene she cautiously followed wondering what was to be uncovered.<br><br>Then from the corner of her eye she saw the investigator taking part in something she was completely unfamilar with. A chill was sent down her spine when she felt the look of someone turn towards her and in rhythm she did the same. Her body turned to face the red robed man and to look and see what exactly was going on. She tried to piece together what the man in the red robe was, what he was doing there, and how quickly she could reach for her weapon if the idea for a fight had arose. All this time she had stayed very silent and lurked behind other people, but now she felt exposed. She was more focused with investigating the people and watching their actions, but a word never left her mouth as she stood in silence. 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>ReijiTabibito</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 02:18:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtus Fenn<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbitrator Trooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, <strong>Haxtus Fenn</strong><br><br>After prodding around the doll for a few moments, Fenn found something.&nbsp; A bit along the neck of one of the dolls was far more worn than the rest, and upon carefully probing it, he found that it gave beneath his finger.&nbsp; Satisfied that it was not some assassin's trap that had been laid for servants of the Emperor, he pushed further and found a datachip inside the crevice.&nbsp; He withdrew it and examined it carefully, holding it up close to his eye.&nbsp; "Hmmmm," he intoned neutrally.&nbsp; That was when another of the investigator squad - an archivist, if memory served - inquired about it.&nbsp; Fenn knew he didn't have the tools to investigate the chip's contents.<br><br>But he did.<br><br>"Yes, Mister Haxtes.&nbsp; Please, do investigate and inform us of what you find upon this concealed treasure."&nbsp; He extended the chip to the archivist and once the gaunt man had it in his possession, went back to studying the dolls and the pictures.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolling Evaluate on the dolls, and Logic on the pictures.&nbsp; Results to be posted in the relevant thread.</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>11-01-2013, 06:45:00</strong>
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				Callidon ignores the distractions around him, setting his Las Rifle on the Desk and looking down the telescopic sight... lining up the shot perfectly. If he just shot wildly, he might hit. But if he took his time and lined up the shot... he could be fairly certain to. The Guardsman zoned out everything around him... except his target, zeroing in on one of the guards on the catwalk.<br><br>(Full Round Aim. +20 BS next round from full round, and the ability to ignore the range Penalty give a +30 BS essentially. WORTH IT.)
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 09:40:12</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The sound of gunfire was near deafening as the guards began to return fire.&nbsp; Their own weapons were more antiquated but no less effective.&nbsp; A round slammed into the hard surface of the wall where Cat’s body would have been if not for the added protection.&nbsp; Some chunks of construction tossed up into her face just as she pulled her own trigger, the pistol shot going wide of her intended target.&nbsp; Callidon felt and heard the tearing of cheap wood at his feet as one bullet struck there.&nbsp; The woman beneath him screamed in fear as if the bullet was meant for her instead of him.&nbsp; From atop the catwalk a few men were moving now, trying to gain some position to return fire.&nbsp; Yet through the scope Callidon could see that none held scopes on their rifles, meant more for intimidation than effectiveness.&nbsp; Through the gunfire he could also hear a couple of curses and the sound of two weapons jamming, their own quickly trying to clear the chambers.<br><br>---OOC—<br>Two enemies jammed.&nbsp; Cover absorbed shots for Callidon and Thebes.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 09:49:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>Fenn could feel the pieces of his brain start to turn as they had once upon a time.&nbsp; Blood began to flow to those precious points just as they had during a not so long ago case where the evidence was not so quickly found and just as mysterious.&nbsp; Lines cut across, precise folds intersecting and the entire scene seemed too purposeful when the pictures were taken as more than simple drawings.&nbsp; There was a pattern beneath his fingertips that pointed toward a complex code.&nbsp; Yet all the pieces were not there.&nbsp; Though from the appearance he could tell the lines were similar to those one might find on a map or diagram of a cityscape.<br><br>For Haxtes there was a rapid scrolling of figures.&nbsp; Much of the information seemed to be encrypted through those numbers, but what he could readily see appeared very financial.&nbsp; Millions of thrones seemed to be calculated and distributed according to the logs he could quickly survey.&nbsp; Indeed the Investigator General did seem to be onto something quite lucrative, though his part in the finances was unclear.&nbsp; Yet Haxtes did quickly find mention of The Beast House and shipments.&nbsp; Further prying of the file would have to be done in order to truly break open the contents of the Beast House lead, however.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 10:44:01</strong>
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				Name: Cat<br>Position: Astartes Arbites<br>Location: Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br>Case File: Two<br>Investigators: Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat grins and says a quiet thanks to the God Emperor as she hears the guns jam. She swings out from her doorframe and takes an extra moment to line up her shot this time.<br><br><br>--------OOC-----------<br>aim + single shot<br>I got a 90 -_-
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 13:56:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div>'<br>&nbsp; Regis gave a vexed growl as his witness was shot down by the guards.&nbsp; Dieter turned his chrome eyes on the one who'd done it with clear caine disdain in his features.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp; "Heal, Deiter," Regis spoke calmly, straightening his robes.&nbsp; He glanced over to the cunning psycher who'd joined him here.&nbsp; "Let us see what awaits downstairs."&nbsp; He walked coldly away from the scene.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wargtass</strong> on <strong>15-01-2013, 20:08:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cato Bones<br><strong>Position:</strong> Interrogator<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Regis, <em>Cato Bones</em>, Veyda<br><br><hr><br>Cato watched the struggle to keep the mutant from the flames but could not bear to help the others. The wretched creature had sinned against the Emperor, he had helped heretics to raid one of the holy machine-halls in his service. There was no greater justice for it than to burn. As the lasbolts ripped through it though he was ripped from his catatonic state, noticing that he had buried his vicious teeth into his left hand to keep himself from an outburst. Now however he had someone to take it out on.<br><br>"Imbeciles! Is there no one in this place that can follow a simple order!" He turned towards the guards, his cybernetic eyes fiery with a bright glare as he fixed on them. "You have meddled in an investigation of the Adeptus Arbites! Woe be unto your souls, for that is a crime not taken lightly!"<br><br>As the Tech Priest spoke to him he fell silent for a while, looking back at the mutant who lied wriggling in the filth on the floor, slowly dying as blood erupted from his mouth. It was almost human in how it was dying.<br><br>"Veyda, come, we have nothing more to gather here. And you..." He turned back towards the guards, pointing an accusing finger. "I will see you all interrogated before your imprisonment." There was a wicked smile glistening beneath the hood as he walked away, following in the steps of the Tech Priest.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 08:24:14</strong>
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				Callidon's concentration is unbreakable, blinking once... then releasing the shot. Watching it fly straight and true, slamming into the body of one of the men with active weapons. The Guardsman smiled, blinking once and then returning his eyes to the sight.<br><br>---<br><br>60, 9 Damage, Body hit. Second action begins another full round aim.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 12:24:19</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Callidon could see four figures moving along the catwalks above the warehouse of women.&nbsp; A slight warming of his weapon told him the energy was being released.&nbsp; One figure spiraled down caught in the body as he was attempting to descend the ladder.&nbsp; There was a solid thump from the ground where he fell from the height above.&nbsp; The other three he could see were moving to a rear door of the structure.&nbsp; Thebes was treated once more to a wide miss as her pistol seemed to refuse her aim once more.&nbsp; There was a solid blast from somewhere amidst the tents, a shotgun unleashing its contents against another hapless foe.<br><br>Then the resulting rounds flew once more.&nbsp; Bullets peppered around the doorframe without any gaining purchase.&nbsp; Once more the front of the counter was struck but the woman didn’t scream this time.&nbsp; Instead there was only a whimper at the feet of Callidon as he took aim once more.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>16-01-2013, 15:52:13</strong>
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				Name: Cat<br>Position: Astartes Arbites<br>Location: Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br>Case File: Two<br>Investigators: Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat shoots at whoever is nearest.. she also stops and take a moment to try and get a good look at that girl.<br><br>She makes a note that she needs to get down to the practice range more often. That or someone up there really hates her.<br><br>------OOC------<br>I got a 92 -_-
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 11:56:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Pain exploded from the right arm of Callidon as a bullet ripped through his armor and into his flesh.&nbsp; He could feel the solid impact that the plates of flak armor directed away.&nbsp; Blunt force trauma was felt through his body as the bullet struck home with a blow that sent a tingle down his arm and to his fingers.&nbsp; Around him the bullets continued to fly yet none struck home as that one had.&nbsp; Thebes could see the spark of metal and armor as her comrade in arms was struck by another round.&nbsp; She could also hear the curses again as more of the weapons jammed, their cheap manufacturing coming to bear.<br><br>---OOC—<br>2 more weapon jams.&nbsp; Callidon took 4 Wounds to his right arm.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>17-01-2013, 12:50:04</strong>
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				Name: Cat<br>Position: Astartes Arbites<br>Location: Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br>Case File: Two<br>Investigators: Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat is at the point where she is about to try throing her revolver at them when finally, to her complete surprise, one of her shots makes contact.<br><br>-------OOC------<br>rolled a 38 (hits with my aim)<br>6 damage, no pen
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 00:15:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtes<br><strong>Position:</strong> Adept<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <em>Haxtes</em>, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>Grey eyes used to processing large quantities of information in short time rapidly scanned the scrolling figures and numbers on the datapad, the adept's mind almost going into a trance-like state as he let the information run rampant through his mind. There was so much to see, so much to take in, that a person not used to analyzing information would be completely overwhelmed. But Haxtes' trained eyes and mind quickly weeded out what was useful among the rampant streams of text. <br><br>"Yes... there might be something here..." he muttered slowly, his dry, raspy voice leaving him quietly, as if he was talking to himself, but loud enough that those in his immediate vicinity would be able to pick it up. "Lots of finance records... huge sums of Thrones...Beast house...shipments of some kind..." he stopped scrolling for a moment, and looked up at his two colleagues, as well as the female Enforcer. "We are onto something, but it will take me a good while to figure out what. We might also need to break some firewalls to get deeper..."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>18-01-2013, 05:28:43</strong>
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				Callidon takes the hit with barely a wince, focusing down the rifle. The pain was locked away in a distant part of his mind. He'd pay attention to it once he had time. Until then, he focused on lining up the shot. He squeezed the trigger once, the shot slamming into the leg of one of the enemies, the Lasbolt burning deep. Callidon sighed unhappily. He hadn't dropped either of the ones he'd managed to hit.<br><br>---<br><br>Hit, 7 damage, Right Leg.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 08:09:50</strong>
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				<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>The group slowly came back together where the machines had been dealt the greatest damage.&nbsp; Pristine walls shined while a horrific amount of destruction had been artfully done at the center of the room.&nbsp; Those arriving would see a troubling scene as the small drones the flittered and swept around the machine now ceased in their own investigation.&nbsp; Each now remained in place, turning their round bodies toward the familiar figure of Scragg.&nbsp; Rhia looked well placed to do something while the figure in red robes moved forward as if to engage the investigator.&nbsp; <br><br>“What do you know of the machine spirits detective?&nbsp; What do things like crime and justice mean against the ancient nature of steel and oil?&nbsp; The flesh and blood of this place has failed to protect the children of the machine.&nbsp; A gift was given and that gift is destroyed.&nbsp; There will be no more cooperation from the Priests of Mars.”<br><br>The snarl was distinct if artificially made.&nbsp; Each syllable and sound originated not from where the figure’s mouth might be, but rather from a small box that hung from around the figure’s neck.&nbsp; When the enforcer made to speak a quick gesture was made from the red robe, a metallic hand lifting to cut her off.&nbsp; <br><br>“This time is finished.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 08:33:40</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Two cries of pain sounded through the air when rounds struck home.&nbsp; A third was made when a loud boom went off deep in the city of tents.&nbsp; A few women now coming out of their drug induced stupor screamed.&nbsp; Chains rattled from the beds which further disturbed others.&nbsp; Then one of the men grabbed a girl, hauling her up to her feet.&nbsp; Blonde hair touched the man’s face as he screamed for everyone to stop.&nbsp; A rifle pushed clumsily against her as he made his way back toward the door.&nbsp; The other two men, still uninjured did the same.<br><br>One of the women, the blonde first grabbed, bore enough resemblance to their missing noblewoman to possible be her.&nbsp; Thebes caught only a glimpse before more gunfire struck nearby.&nbsp; The three that had escaped out the back before had circled around, their bullets now slamming against the walls from another angle.&nbsp; Cat Thebes was now caught out in the open in her position with no cover offered to the newest threat.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 10:40:58</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>The woman who had taken such a dislike to the smaller scribe peered with interest at the flickering screen.&nbsp; Few, among even the Arbites, had access to such equipment so easily.&nbsp; Scrolling numbers and figures held little meaning to her and her lip snarled in response.&nbsp; An angry stomp was given before she flicked the visuals they had taken from the scene over to Fenn.<br><br>“I’m sure if you find something we’ll be the first you call.&nbsp; All on the same time right inspector?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>22-01-2013, 10:45:50</strong>
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				Name: Cat<br>Position: Astartes Arbites<br>Location: Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br>Case File: Two<br>Investigators: Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br><br>Cat panics for a moment before her training kicks in and she dives for the nearest cover. <br>As she does so she catches a gimps of the girl and her heart skips a beat. This is going worse than she had hoped.<br><br><br>------OOC-----<br>rolled a 57 vs a 38<br>so what are the odds of me getting a +20 on that?<br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 16:54:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Drake Zarkov<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin <br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fen, Haxtes<br><br>Drake watched impassively as the Adept looked through the data. He thought about looking around further, when he heard Haxtes mention "The Beast House".<br>He looked up at the Adept. "Looks like we might be onto something with this Beast House lead." He looked at the Arbite. "Do we have any idea of the clientel of this place that we could masquerade as? Or any other means of entry?" Then he turned back to the Adept. "Haxtes, can you get any more info on your device? or do you need access to something more powerful?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-01-2013, 18:47:29</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;For a long, quite moment, Regis simply glowered at the uncooperative tech priest.&nbsp; &nbsp;He seethed with cold anger at such irrationality, but found himself initially at a loss over what to do.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a moment, though, he strode forewords, vocodor grinding in displeasure, with Deiter at his side.&nbsp; “How are you identified?” he demanded.&nbsp; “You are the third incompetent today to have interfered in this investigation.&nbsp; I am not pleased to witness such incompetence from within the priesthood of mars.&nbsp; Who is your supervisor?”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>24-01-2013, 04:53:43</strong>
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				Callidon curses as one of them grabs the target. He could simply take the shot if he had taken one of the other women. Callidon wasn't callous. He would regret any harm, or indeed, death he caused. But he knew that the mission came first. But if they had the target...<br><br>"Damn." Callidon lowers his head, lining up the shot perfectly, his breath dying as he just waited for a moment.<br><br>---<br><br>Full Round Aim.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>27-01-2013, 05:02:53</strong>
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				<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?&nbsp; 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>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 00:32:39</strong>
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				<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 implications caused even the Enforcer to go silent.&nbsp; There were dark things afoot and the team come to investigate was certainly an unorthodox one to say the least.&nbsp; Bark and bite faded away while she looked for the tech priest to react.&nbsp; For the red robed figure the calculations continued to interpret and account for the reactions of each person in the room.&nbsp; The unusual mannerisms of the Arbites had certainly attracted the man’s attention.&nbsp; Scanners and logical implants ticked away to assess the situation and determine the erratic behavior.&nbsp; Without much regard for the process the red robed figure stepped forward to touch the wall where Scragg had held his hand as if expecting to sense the same assessment.&nbsp; A hand more machine than flesh reached forward and touched the space, finding nothing to confirm the deductions.<br><br>“Enginseer Modi.”&nbsp; The artificial voice echoed from within the box as the tech priest identified himself as more than just a menial laborer.&nbsp; A member of the Enginseers had been sent to oversee the extraction and protection of the equipment presented.&nbsp; “Calm your emotion brother.&nbsp; That is not the way.”&nbsp; The red robes moved as he stepped toward the machinery before him.&nbsp; “The Priesthood will have machine spirits of this device protected and sanctified once more.&nbsp; Do not attempt to intervene.”<br><br>The Enforcer cleared her throat for a moment, approaching the wobbling figure of Scragg.&nbsp; “We umm…We don’t quite know how they got in here.&nbsp; The door was supposed to have been sealed but you are right investigator that the door is the only way we know of to enter this place.&nbsp; We cannot find records of what lies beneath this facility.&nbsp; Some sort of network of caverns or an old sewage system is our best guess at this point.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>08-02-2013, 00:35:38</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The three men continued to drag their victims back toward the door.&nbsp; Already the blonde haired one seemed to be touching and rubbing against her captor.&nbsp; A strange sort of haze seemed on her face and body as she attempted to seduce the very man pointing a gun on her.&nbsp; He struggled with her while the others had more cooperative hostages.&nbsp; Behind Cat another series of bullets tore up the doorframe though she could also hear sirens in the distance.&nbsp; They seemed to hear the same thing as they only hesitantly moved up to the doorway to establish another firing position.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>09-02-2013, 12:46:33</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtes<br><strong>Position:</strong> Adept<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fen, <em>Haxtes</em><br><br>The small, gaunt adept shook his head slowly in response to Drake's question, his grey eyes never leaving the screen. His gaze traversed the rushing flow of data and words with complete focus. There was little of value he could make out. A lot of it was encrypted, and he could only find some clues in the off-hand mention of the Beast House and whatever business the Investigator General had been doing with them. "I'm very sorry," he spoke, his dry voice quiet as he finally looked up at his companions. "Not as long as these encryptions are in place."<br><br>Turning to the female Investigator, who seemed to be less than pleased about their progress so far, and who, he suspected, harboured some animosity towards him still, the Adept spoke once more. "Miss Sen, does your team here have any decryption tools available? If not, I might have to suggest that we contact Miss Thebes and requisition one. I could attempt to break through these firewalls manually, but I don't know the extent of failsafes present in the system. It seems whoever gathered this information wanted to keep it obscured."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>11-02-2013, 13:02:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat wanders just what the hell is wrong with blondie as she ducks for cover. The sound of sirens fills Cat with hope but she can't let the men get away. She turns to Callidon and says <strong>"If you can make the shot do it.. But only if you are sure you can."</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>13-02-2013, 04:44:13</strong>
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				Callidon barely reacted to Cat, focusing down the sights of the rifle. He breathed in... and then held it. Then he squeezed the trigger. He watched as the shot tore through the air... and struck the man who held the woman captive. Callidon breathed out, shuddering easily.<br><br>"Yes."<br><br>He pointed his rifle at another of the men, aiming down the sights.<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Called shot, Head. 96. Spend a Fate Point. 30!<br><br>13 points of damage</div></div>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>15-02-2013, 13:02:55</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Not the most passionate of people, even for a tech priest, Regis could nonetheless feel body growing tight--especially the back of his neck.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He nodded to the enginseer, then took a few steps back and placed a somewhat calming hand on Elias's shoulder.&nbsp; As he did this, a simple hand sign sent Deiter to casually sniffing around the machine.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;"One of the mutants who laborer here was carrying for a child.&nbsp; He accepted a bribe to leave a door open.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis gave the foreman a level look.&nbsp; "One of you guards shot the mutant before he could be subdued and questioned.&nbsp; I will not be pleased if I discover this was more than an act of incompetence."&nbsp; Regis turned back to Elias.&nbsp; “What is it that you sense?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 23:02:36</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<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>The cybermastiff padded forward without delay.&nbsp; Natural curiosity coupled with training meant the hound gave little pause to consider consequences.&nbsp; Metallic claws clinked on the flooring while a nose bent down to brush over the ground.&nbsp; Sharp inhalations were taken alongside the sound of servos whirring and gears grinding within the body.&nbsp; Regis could almost hear the communication between his harness and the mastiff’s mind.&nbsp; Scent was translated into quantitative numerals that were then translated into meaning within the communication between them.&nbsp; The taste of something strange formed in Regis’s mouth, flesh and blood.&nbsp; A sharp metallic, nearly thickening scent formed inside his mouth and watered his tongue.&nbsp; Dieter gave a sharp bark of interest at the machinery, those metal claws pawing at the flooring as if trying to dig out the machine and into the crater below.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 23:06:22</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>The shot from the lasgun did not so much blow the man’s face away as simply melt off the flesh.&nbsp; Skull and blood dripped down the figure’s body as melted cheese might.&nbsp; Empty sockets from boiled over eyes stared to the ceiling with only a gurgle of fluid pouring into the lungs.&nbsp; The blonde girl did not scream, did not wince as the man went down.&nbsp; Instead her hands immediately touched on the body of another man.&nbsp; The woman he held was tossed forward and hands were raised upward to signal retreat, yet the blonde kept touching him.&nbsp; Both men stared quizzically at her before trying to get down on their knees.&nbsp; Behind Thebes and Callidon could be heard the shouts of Enforcers and a small gun battle ensuing.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>17-02-2013, 23:09:27</strong>
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			<dd class="postbody">
				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>The investigator sneered at the man though her interest was piqued by the items found.&nbsp; Inside her jaw a muscle worked before she spoke up on the matter.&nbsp; “We don’t have much so if you want a good go at that then you best go to a station and get the hacks to do their job.&nbsp; No use blowing it apart for speed’s sake.&nbsp; Man’s already dead.”
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>18-02-2013, 19:03:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat hurries to load a few more rounds into her revolver then stands, nodding for Callidon to follow as she does so. She keeps her sights trained on the men kneeling in front of her as she steps out from behind cover and begins slowly moving forward. She trusts the arbites outside to deal with whoever they are exchanging fire with but she can't help but glances over her shoulder once or twice to make sure they aren't racing inside. <strong>"Secure their weapons, I'll get the girl."</strong> <br><br>Cat slowly continues forward, resisting the urge to to race forward and keeping here eyes open for other threats. She silently curses the girl for getting in her line of sight before calling <strong>"Accalia? Accalia von Duran?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>19-02-2013, 05:42:10</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<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, <span class="bbc_u">Elias Scragg</span>, Veyda<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7688835#msg7688835">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 08-02-2013, 00:32:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>The Enforcer cleared her throat for a moment, approaching the wobbling figure of Scragg.&nbsp; “We umm…We don’t quite know how they got in here.&nbsp; The door was supposed to have been sealed but you are right investigator that the door is the only way we know of to enter this place.&nbsp; We cannot find records of what lies beneath this facility.&nbsp; Some sort of network of caverns or an old sewage system is our best guess at this point.”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scragg glowered at the Enginseer when his partial bluff and fast-talking didn’t quite work out. He’d figure out how all those low-life gangers could blather they way out of trouble eventually. For now there was the pressing matter of all attention being on him. When Regis patted his shoulder it took him a few moments but eventually noted the Cybermastif moving in a little further. With any luck it might add to his fanciful story a little. He found himself mouthing the mechanical dog’s name under his breath as Dieter sniffed about. Elias shot glances from Enforcer Isadora to Regis and cleared his throat, his nagging cough returning as a fist was raised to block it from spraying over others. <br><br>“Modi. Enginseer Modi. Thank you for answering my earlier question. You know, where I tried to be polite and asked you what your name was. Lets hope I don’t have to find evidence of some kind of guild conspiracy in order for you to tell me how you day was.&nbsp; Hey Regis is Modi a female or male name? Good Throne how much information do you have to exchange before you even get a date on Mars?”<br>&nbsp;Being as Obtuse and snarky as he could be in hopes of inspiring what little frustration was left in the mechanical mind of the Enginseer, essentially trying to continue to be a distraction for the metal mutt and his searching, Scragg eventually did realize what had been said.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7726974#msg7726974">Quote from: Muse on 15-02-2013, 13:02:55</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"One of the mutants who laborer here was carrying for a child.&nbsp; He accepted a bribe to leave a door open.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis gave the foreman a level look.&nbsp; "One of you guards shot the mutant before he could be subdued and questioned.&nbsp; I will not be pleased if I discover this was more than an act of incompetence."&nbsp; Regis turned back to Elias.&nbsp; “What is it that you sense?”&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Wait…a boy? The <em>Mutants</em> outside? What kind of madman puts a Mutant in charge of a child? Are you trying to run a daycare center on the side for menials? Better still…what would a mutant be doing anywhere other than living in a...<strong>sewer pipe</strong>.”<br><br>He turned his head back to Isadora and smiled as if this were all somehow still part of his insane synopsis of their situation a few moments ago, her mention of some kind of sewer entrance making all the more sense to him even if it came off as coincidental to everyone else. “So…a mutant opened a door did he? That’s a funny thing to get shot down for. I mean, being a mutant, eating and being a mutant, <em>breathing </em>and being a mutant... those’re all good reasons to get shot down but opening a door…that’s a little odd. What was he doing when you were talking to him if I can ask? Like I was trying to say. Something was in here and it was right scared, you can tell by the way everything’s knocked over so haphazardly. It’d have to be big too to make a crater like that and do it all by its lonesome. That’s option one. <br><br>Option two is If there were multiple people wrecking up the place. A mob would use weapons to knock over or destroy machines unless they really didn’t care about getting caught and wanted to take all day pushing things over that weigh a lot more than they do. Wouldn’t there be shell casings from stubbers or scorch marks from lasfire too?&nbsp; I don’t see any…but someone doesn’t seem to want us to look around at the holy tech being removed so that’s neither here nor there.&nbsp; A team good enough to get in here be it through bribes or sneaking would be a lot more efficient in tearing this place up if that’s what they came to do wouldn’t you say, Modi? I’m sure you’re an expert on Efficiency. So tell me, only one way in here? ‘cause I see two right now and one ain’t a door.”<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7688835#msg7688835">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 08-02-2013, 00:32:39</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>&nbsp; The red robes moved as he stepped toward the machinery before him.&nbsp; “The Priesthood will have machine spirits of this device protected and sanctified once more.&nbsp; Do not attempt to intervene.”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Honestly the machines in here are your concern…even if I do sympathize. We’re not&nbsp; going to touch them.” He’d catch himself, nodding politely to Regis even if he was giving the Enginseer the brush off. No need to totally insult the machine cult in the middle of their own territory. “But our answers I think are down there…” he’d point to the crater, snrking as Dieter barked. “Whats that boy? Little mutant boy fell down the well? Gonna fish him out and munch him into Soylent Verdi? Get ‘em!”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>21-02-2013, 23:01:06</strong>
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				&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Dieter smells blood in the crater beneath the machine,” Regis explained, “I recommend we slip down and have a look.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Without waiting for response—or for the engine seer to object—the tech priest suited action to words, slipping through the area Deiter was widening and sliding down into the crater with his staff in both hands.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>22-02-2013, 07:38:37</strong>
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				Callidon exhaled, standing up and wincing in pain as the focus left him one great rush. He suddenly noticed all the little things he had been ignoring while looking down the sights of the gun. Like the fact that he was bleeding from his right arm. However, he got up, walking over to the two men, aiming his gun at both the entire time.<br><br>He doesn't speak to the men. Words get you in trouble. Staring down the sights of a gun made even a man bad with words able to communicate. Communicate things like 'move and I will kill you. Callidon kicked the guns away from the two, not stupid enough to bend down.<br><br>"Any other weapons?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 14:08:56</strong>
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				<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>The tech-priest kept focus on the wandering and meandering figure of Scraggs.&nbsp; One eye glowed red as if the figure was trying to read the detective for some form of certainty or understanding.&nbsp; Metallic finger came together beneath the red robes as if in annoyance at the chattering.&nbsp; Politely, it seemed, the red robed figure attempted to listen yet still the servitors moved to begin dismantling and scanning the machinery.&nbsp; Beneath them the figure of the cybermastiff was lost as Dieter pushed down and darted through an opening of machinery.&nbsp; Scraggs would see little more of the animal until Regis pushed his way down to follow.&nbsp; Only then did the Tech-Priest turn and Scraggs could swear he heard a growl from the vox box hanging around the man’s neck.&nbsp; <br><br>The red eye glowed even brighter when those robes turned to face the detective.&nbsp; “If you and your people damage this equipment in any fashion or way detective there will be much answering on your part.”<br><br>Down below the machinery there was indeed room, a room to be exact.&nbsp; The smell that came along with that room was familiar as Dieter sent back information of meat and bodies to be found.&nbsp; Yet such signals suddenly became a jumble.&nbsp; The machinery that guided the dog and commanded its very being seemed to become overridden by another force.&nbsp; Something primal and animalistic turned Dieter to growl at Regis when he slipped down into the room.&nbsp; That same pulsing touched the mind of Regis.&nbsp; A scream echoed inside his school that was neither human nor animal, but something wholly alien.&nbsp; He could feel clashes slash open his flesh and feel the calling to kill.&nbsp; Within his mouth he could taste blood not his own nor belonging to any like him.&nbsp; Xeno blood was in his mouth, in Dieter’s mouth and the world became strange.&nbsp; <br><br>No signal could override the sudden lunge of Dieter toward Regis.&nbsp; Metallic teeth flashed as the beast turned on master.<br><br>From above there was the sound of the cybermastiff snarling and growling as if a fight were brewing.&nbsp; Then only the sound of bodies being tossed about in struggle.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 14:14:36</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>A smile that was sickeningly sweet touched the woman’s lips.&nbsp; Eyes stared at the approaching figure of Thebes with a haze that words did not penetrate.&nbsp; The raised weapon was no deterrent from hands snaking forward slowly.&nbsp; Delicately the woman tried to touch the detective, seductively her body moved forward.&nbsp; Lips went to touch and kiss at the other woman as there seemed no boundary she would not invade.&nbsp; This close, Cat could tell this was the girl they searched for.&nbsp; Though her body was certainly worse from the time gone.&nbsp; Fluids of particular kinds and many sources stained the once pristine flesh of her nude body.&nbsp; Scratches from passionate lovers marked her flesh and bruises from enraged ones covered her face and body.&nbsp; Yet she moved without care for the pain.<br><br>“Accalia…yes…that is me.&nbsp; Come for your reward, I am the Emperor’s whore, partake of his fortune, know his bliss.”&nbsp; The words were almost sing-song in nature as she danced and moved toward them.&nbsp; <br><br>The two men in Callidon’s sights knelt with their fingers laced behind their hands.&nbsp; Cheap weapons found themselves kicked aside by Callidon’s foot.&nbsp; Behind him came the pounding boots of additional security forces.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>25-02-2013, 14:52:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br><em>Fuck!</em><br>They've broken her, turned her into some underhive whore. Cat is too shocked to do anything about the hands but she pulls back from the kisses. This is going to be a nightmare to explain. Cat tries to keep the girl at arms length as she points her weapon at one of the men and forces him to turn over his jacket, which she then tries to get on the girl while simultaneously trying to wipe the mess off her face. If she had to guess she'd say the girl is too far gone to care how she looks and in any other circumstances Cat wouldn't mind a pretty naked girl in front of her but this is bad enough without the entirety of Hive Security seeing her this way.<br><strong>"It's ok Accalia, they can't hurt you any more. Here, put this on and we'll get you back to your parents as quick as we can."</strong> Cat doesn't expect much cooperation but she can always pray and struggle.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Norwegian One</strong> on <strong>26-02-2013, 12:01:25</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Haxtes<br><strong>Position:</strong> Adept<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fen, <em>Haxtes</em><br><br>The wiry Adept nodded slowly in response to the Investigator. She was right, of course; at the moment, they had no reason for hurrying, except of course the wish to thwart the Emperor's enemies, and breaking one of their only clues with hasty actions would be unfortunate. <br><br>"Miss Sen," Haxtes spoke, his dry voice firm as he looked up at the muscular woman, still feeling slightly intimidated by her. "I will need to borrow one of your vox casters for a minute. My superior should hear of our discoveries, and I need her to requisition us a decryption lab."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 00:43:22</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis’s lips twisted at the sympathetic taste of alien blood.&nbsp; He coughed, then spat, then gave a startled grunt as Deiter went for his throat!&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;The tech priest tried to get his staff in the way of the cyber-mastiff’s attack.&nbsp; If he could, he’d thrust the shaft as deep into Regis’s throat as he could.&nbsp; If that failed, he’d use whatever arm his friend managed to sink his fangs into.&nbsp; From there, he would bear down on the cyber mastiff with a stern growl, reminding Deither of the deeply ingrained dominance he’d established over the digital dog early in his programing.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Attempting parry (weapon skill (42) +10=52%) and then wrestling.&nbsp; <br>--Parry Roll:&nbsp; 74<br>--Wrestling roll:&nbsp; 7<br></div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 04:21:45</strong>
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				<br><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><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7785379#msg7785379">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 25-02-2013, 14:08:56</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>The red eye glowed even brighter when those robes turned to face the detective.&nbsp; “If you and your people damage this equipment in any fashion or way detective there will be much answering on your part.”<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Glad you’ve been so willing to Cooperate Modi, now if you’ll excuse me…” He’d reach down and snatch the Enforcer Isadora by the hand and give her a sly grin and a squeeze before bolting for the hole though not before such a sweet eyelash flutter was offered to the angered Engineseer. Sarcasm? Him? Never. He was entirely too busy with the notion that he&nbsp; –wasn’t- entirely crazy! To a certain degree yes but the important part was not completely. No time for witty banter…he had a blonde next to him that he needed swooning at his over inflated ego and he damn well needed it now. Scragg would tug the informant with him to the best of his ability save if she outright struggled to get away. Eventually letting go at the foot of the hole in the floor once he’d slid across some fallen machinery he peered down to get a good view of what in the warp was going on, not only inside the room below them but with the now attacking cybermastif. <br><br>Whether or not he could make out exactly what was going on or not he’d shrug his shotgun off his shoulder by it’s strap and grip it tightly in both hands then. Prepared to use the stock as a blunt weapon the wyrd little arbitrator took a deep breath and held it. If the Techpriest could make the jump than why couldn’t he after all? Right into the hole he’d go with a fire in his eyes, ready to come to the defense of his comrade in trouble. “HAHA! TIME FOR JUSTICE”<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">(getting as close to Regis as he can and possibly trying to clock the doggie on the head with intent to disable, I think I'm going for Fatigue rather than real damage? )</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tackyhillbilly</strong> on <strong>27-02-2013, 05:41:22</strong>
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				Callidon looked over at his superior. His eyes were flat. He wasn't paying attention to the woman. She was attractive, yes, but she was also Callidon's better. Looking at ones betters was a great way to attract attention. She, or her family, would punish him if he looked on her unclothed. So he stared everywhere else.<br><br>"Time to withdraw, sir?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Rel Mayer</strong> on <strong>28-02-2013, 00:14:48</strong>
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				Rhia had again stayed quiet and in the back of the group only following the Scragg character. Never a word was said, but she was watching and looking for anything around her that would give her a hint as to why things felt amiss. Although throughout the time her hands rested snug on her guns. Although things began to change as the conversations started get louder as she suddenly started to pay attention to what people were saying around her. But what could be inferred was the actions being taken place. It looked as if the tech priest was being attacked by it's own companion.<br><br>Instantly Rhia used her opportunity to jump down to the area below. Hopefully not being spotted as a chewy target for the evil turned dog. Her guns left her holsters as she took the time to aim towards the dog, standing a few meters away from the trying situation. <br><br>"Regis," she yelled out wondering if it would spark the attention of the mastif, "I'm going to shoot it if you don't get that thing under control." <br><br><br>OOC: Do I have to roll for anything I just did? <br><br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 12:08:39</strong>
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				<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>The place below the machinery was not some cave or cavern as one might expect.&nbsp; Truth told the vacancy was not even some worn sewer pipe or drain tunnel.&nbsp; When the floor beneath Regis rose up to meet him he found tile covered in laminate beneath him.&nbsp; Blood made the floor slick but the feel of cheap plastic was unmistakable.&nbsp; Glass shattered beneath the crunch of Scragg’s shoes and something expensive smashed into the wall when Rhia made her leap down, knocking aside some equipment stored here.&nbsp; This place had been something not too long before.&nbsp; On the floor the cybermastiff struggled with his owner.&nbsp; Scragg’s weapon went wide, smashed to the floor just as Regis rolled away.&nbsp; Arms that were not just human wrestled with the beast as it attempted to remove the Tech Priest’s throat from use.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 12:16:18</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img2.timeinc.net/people/i/2007/database/haydenpanettiere/hayden_panettiere300.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat Thebes was correct that there would be little cooperation.&nbsp; Her lack of interest seemed only to spurn the woman to new victims as she sought out Callidon’s elusive gaze.&nbsp; A tongue to her lips and a reaching hand quickly turned into a scream.&nbsp; Suddenly she jerked away from him, jerked away from them both as if struck.&nbsp; The scream was something primal and filled with horror.&nbsp; Accalia suddenly went down to the ground, crumbling into a fetal position.&nbsp; Arms curled at her knees as she began to sob, the coat atop her no longer fought as she cried about what she had done.&nbsp; A confession close to her lips, but just as suddenly her eyes hazed over again to regard them with a whore’s temptation.<br><br>A young officer ran toward Thebes at this point, a vox held out for her use.&nbsp; “Ma’am, I got a call from a pair saying they are with your unit.”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 12:29:45</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://img0.etsystatic.com/000/0/6064421/il_fullxfull.265020488.jpg)</div><br><strong>Name:</strong> Game Master<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fenn<br><br>A grunt was given to the investigators remaining.&nbsp; Yet a vox was supplied to the pair of them so that a call could be placed to Cat Thebes.&nbsp; Both were able to listen as another voice answered, stating that they would relay the call to the woman.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 12:41:11</strong>
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				Name: Drake<br>Position: Assassin<br>Location: Apartment of Theodore Cosak, Middle Hive<br>Case File: Three<br>Investigators: Drake Zarkov, Haxtus Fen, Haxtes<br><br>Drake looks over to Haxtese, "<em>You ok with asking her? Or would you like me to do it?</em>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>02-03-2013, 14:23:49</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Entrance to a slave pit, Low Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Cat's shocked gaze slowly shifts from the girl to Callidon then back. She isn't entirely sure what she is seeing but it seems to be progress. The officer's voice snaps her out of it and she quickly takes the vox from the man before jabbing a thumb at the men on the ground. <strong>"Get them out of here. Now. I want them in separate interrogation rooms as soon as possible. I expect them in a condition to talk too. And no one is allowed to start that process until I say so."</strong> Cat may still be new to this whole 'power' thing, but she likes it. <br><br>She hurries the officer along and orders the men to give them some privacy before turning to Callidon and saying <strong>"Whatever that was with her try and get her to do it again. And put your weapon away, no point scaring her more than she already is."</strong> She then leaves him to deal with the girl (well, mostly, she still keeps an eye on the both of them) and answers the vox call with a rather impatient <strong>"What?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>12-03-2013, 19:40:03</strong>
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				<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>The teeth held inside the cybermastiff’s mouth activated as he struggled with his master on the floor.&nbsp; A sound similar to that of a chain sword began to work as the teeth churned and rotated, seeking to tear and dismember the arms that held it down.&nbsp; The first blow of the rifle did nothing, but the second came down hard on the mastiff’s back.&nbsp; The loud sound of gunfire from two pistols similarly startled the animal.&nbsp; Regis could feel a system reboot taking place as the hound went limp in his arms.&nbsp; Sorrowful eyes stared up at him with a whimper.&nbsp; Their connection fizzled and then came back strong, joining the pair once more without the static he had felt before.&nbsp; Flesh and bone instincts were harnessed now by the Machine.&nbsp; Though this did not stop the cybermastiff from vomiting the vile, now purple, blood across the floor.<br><br>Around the group now showed a dark room that was no cavern or sewer hole.&nbsp; Instead the once pristine surfaces showed themselves true.&nbsp; Debris from above and from below showed itself true now.&nbsp; The place was a wreck and blood showed on the walls, both red and green.&nbsp; In the air was the smell of death and sulfa, dead bodies and explosives combining to form a horrific smell.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>13-03-2013, 10:11:14</strong>
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				<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> Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Haxtes, Drake Zarkov, Cat Thebes, Callidon<br><br>Precinct 0-23 was built along the few ports of Hive Subrique.&nbsp; Such ports once had great use as the hive city traded with others on the planet of Landunder.&nbsp; Instead now the docks lay empty and the harbors were filled with only those that dared try to escape the dying hive or attempted to bring illegal goods into the city.&nbsp; Such a Precinct was born to provide customs and searches over goods coming into and leaving the city, but now the structure stood to entrap and contain.&nbsp; The halls here were filled with riff-raff of all walks.&nbsp; Scums mainly decorated the corridors but among them were also captains and soldiers, whores and escorts and worst of all the mutants seeking asylum in another landscape.&nbsp; All were gathered for justice to be served and delivered.&nbsp; This was where Cat Thebes would find herself along with her suspect, the highborn woman Accalia von Duran.&nbsp; <br><br>The way here had been trying with her.&nbsp; Each time a figure came by she would leap into action, attempting to pleasure or receive that person into her body.&nbsp; Like a beast in heat she would pounce and struggle.&nbsp; The only times she spoke were to declare herself the Emperor’s whore and that his will was for her to show herself to all mankind.&nbsp; Now she sat restrained in a lonely chair of steel.&nbsp; Her parents had asked for her to be sent upward to the Spire and their own force.&nbsp; Yet this would have to be the first stop and Cat Thebes knew that beyond these walls her testimony would never be heard.&nbsp; Money and nobility would protect their own and this girl would never be forced to speak the truth there.&nbsp; Here though she was at the hands of her captors.&nbsp; Blonde hair fell over naked breasts that were heavy with youthful promise.&nbsp; Her body was soft to touch but firm to behold.&nbsp; She was a proud example of the nobility except for the stench of semen on her body and the splatter of fluids across her figure.<br><br>Beyond her in their cells were the men who had run the slave ring from which she was plucked.&nbsp; Scoundrels and wastrels each and every one of them.&nbsp; They had each risen from the Underhive gangs only long enough to be picked up by a richer lord and served them for higher price.&nbsp; There was little from them to redeem and each sat sniveling to await their judgment.&nbsp; Little remorse would be shown them, though with the riots at the factory recently there was hope one might know something.&nbsp; Also the hope that one might know something of the infamous Beast House or of the bloodthirsty Flaying Man could not be denied.&nbsp; Picked from the Underhive there were many secrets that might be in their possession or might not.<br><br>Such was the landscape the investigators now found themselves beholden to.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>14-03-2013, 13:51:45</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> Two/Three<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Cat Thebes, Callidon, Haxtes, Drake Zarkov<br><br>Cat spends the entire trip back to the station fretting. The girl's proved to be just as problematic as she expected but hopefully restraining her will help. She follows as Accalia is dragged into one of the nicer interrogation rooms and strapped down. She calls over her shoulder and waves a hand dismissively at Callidon for him to go interrogate the men and see if they know anything about anything.<br><br>She enters Accalia's room and swiftly kicks the men out, the last thing she needs around the girl now is men. She takes a seat opposite the girl and crosses her legs as she stares at her. <strong>"So, Accalia, who killed your guards? Whoever did it didn't use a professional weapon, but if someone got in from outside they are defiantly pro's. Was it you? Did you kill them and walk out of your own free will?"</strong>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>17-03-2013, 08:45:58</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Progen Fifteen<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Breathing heavily, pale and cold at how close he came to facing Deiter’s fury, Regis hugged the chrome hound and stroked his side.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a few moments, he began to speak.&nbsp; “Quality laminate tile.&nbsp; Large quantities of recently spilled blood.&nbsp; Apparent untoward psychic influences.&nbsp; Query.”&nbsp; He looked back at the others, “What has green blood?”&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 13:40:39</strong>
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				<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><em>Clues Discovered at Factory:<br><br>The team assigned to case 1 would walk away from the underground room knowing well that the pristine walls were man made.&nbsp; The blood along the floors was human along with trace elements of alien DNA that are not yet identified.&nbsp; Bits of laboratory equipment were found amidst the wreckage though no complete machinery or plans could be discovered.&nbsp; No bodies were found only a few charred bits.&nbsp; The factory has no record of an underground room or of any access to that facility.&nbsp; Deiter was able to sniff out trace elements of explosive as well, but nothing can be readily placed or determined.&nbsp; </em><br><br>The team from Case File 1 entered the Precinct soon after the other groups had arrived.&nbsp; There was activity bustling near the front entrance as a few Enforcers had to restrain a couple of kids doped up on the latest craze.&nbsp; The sound of electric batons could be heard and a few screams by innocent bystanders and criminals alike.&nbsp; Nobody barred the entrance to the group so long as they could skirt around the outside of the fighting.&nbsp; The brawl quickly elicited the attention of other enforcers that rushed past, leaving their charges mag-locked to the wall and desk.&nbsp; Such was how Rhianna found herself chained to the wall of this structure while her arresting enforcer rushed off with baton in hand.<br><br>Rhianna could easily pick out the figure of Scraggs as he passed the fight and she was no doubt easily seen as well with her outlandish clothing.&nbsp; The arrest had been an odd one as her crime was minor and few enforcers cared to explore the lower hive.&nbsp; Truth was none liked to venture into the gang territory she had been partying within this night, but a lone vehicle had swooped by with the seeming intent of picking her out of the crowd.&nbsp; Even if her activities were highly lurid and illegal, they had never landed her in this much trouble before.&nbsp; That was she pulled from the lower hive to the middle was also strange, along with being by the ports.<br><br>For Cat Thebes her interrogation was just going to start when a young officer entered the room.&nbsp; “Ma’am your team is all here.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 20:16:16</strong>
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				Name: Drake Zarkov<br>Location: Precinct.<br>Case File: 3<br><br>Drake strode into the precinct. Thinking to himself how different it was to voluntarily enter, rather than be "invited" in. Most of the times had been a formality. He only took hits against known criminals, doing jobs that the Arbites couldn't do because of the so called law they served. Drake wasn't so tied down by bureaucracy.<br>After some exploration he found the room he was looking for. He strode into the canteen ignoring the looks from the officers and grabbed himself a cup of recaff. Inhaling the scent he turned to the wall. Eyeing the "Most wanted" and active bounties. "Maby I'll look for a few of these when we're done here."&nbsp; He thought to himself, sipping at his drink.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>26-03-2013, 21:40:26</strong>
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				Rhianna had been half dozing as she waited. Her hands mag-cuffed up over her head and one leg crossed over the other. The girl was... quite the sight stuck to the drab wall. Rainbow Jungle-cat printed leggings with a gold mini skirt on over them, and an outright cyan quilted vest with faux fur trim in the same pattern and color as her leggings. The sleeves of a plain bright yellow shirt worn underneath her vest being pulled up by the mag-cuffs and looking increasingly uncomfortably stretched and twisted from her attempts to get free. She'd tap her immaculately white go-go boots on the floor as she'd squirm back and forth, any trained eye able to see the girl was just coming off one hell of an Obscura binge. The ganger had her hair dyed half pink and half lavender and at one point had been carefully curled, but now hung limp and tangled. She looked like she had been punched the eye a couple of times but didn't seem too worse for wear for it. Her eyes would light up on seeing Scragg as she'd stand up straight and start pulling on her bonds and shimmying back and forth.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Scragg! HEY! SCRAGG! SCRAAAAAG.... Elias!" She'd shout, trying her damnest to get his attention as she'd bite her lip.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Maybe... you could like, let me out. That would be just fethin' peachy." She'd say, grinning from ear to ear.<br><br>"Really Peachy actually, I kinda gotta piss. Like. Bad. Like, Oh sweet Emperor I'm about to piss all over this really incredibly ugly carpet bad. Are you even listening? Uncuff me... Pretty please?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>30-03-2013, 04:23:31</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbite Trooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><br>“Doesn’t sit well with me. Know what I mean Regis? Maybe…I over exaggerated my uh…’deduction’ back there but you have to admit I was pretty accurate for the most part. Big hole, Psychic witchery, something horrible in there. Enough to make Dieter there go a little bonkers. Sorry about um… hitting him in the head a few times. Figured you kind of liked your arm and all. I guess you woulda just gotten a replacement or something. Still…somebody was down there at some point. More than whatever it was that was in there. Got any ideas? The way I see it if we can track down some members of the gang that got put up to this we can narrow down some suspects or at least some places to look. Gangers don’t like Arbites sure, but they usually know damn well what their own people are doing…” <br><br>Scragg thrust his hands into his pockets to avoid touching anyone in the crowd around the precinct. He didn’t want another episode like on his way to this assignment if he could avoid it. Without so much as a malicious glint in his eye he lurched his shoulder into a miscreant in their path just enough to push him into one of the Enforcers to inspire some baton-to-face diplomacy while Scragg moved along feigning ignorance. No one ever said he was a good arbite. He did however pass a glance back to Rhia for a split second, smiling as he leaned a little closer to the techpriest as they moved along. “How about that contact though? Isadora? I’ve heard you cog boys say the flesh is weak but mine certainly wasn’t with that blonde all fired up, right? Eh? Eeeeh?” he’d snicker, nudging Regis with his elbow as if a member of the mechanicus would somehow drop centuries of emotionless decorum and suddenly shoot the shit. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7949463#msg7949463">Quote from: Lidian on 26-03-2013, 21:40:26</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"Scragg! HEY! SCRAGG! SCRAAAAAG.... Elias!" She'd shout, trying her damnest to get his attention as she'd bite her lip.<br>&nbsp;<br>"Maybe... you could like, let me out. That would be just fethin' peachy." She'd say, grinning from ear to ear.<br><br>"Really Peachy actually, I kinda gotta piss. Like. Bad. Like, Oh sweet Emperor I'm about to piss all over this really incredibly ugly carpet bad. Are you even listening? Uncuff me... Pretty please?"<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>It was at the mention of his first name that he suddenly shuddered from head to toe, eyes widening and the muscles of his hands contracting into fists as his vision shifted to the left to the shimmying little ganger mag-cuffed to the wall. His entire posture then sunk as his lungs exhaled a wheezing sigh of exasperation. “Um…go ahead and report in, I’ll catch up with you in a second. I think someone just kicked me in the philanthropy.” Holding his hand up in a half-hearted wave to the group he’d make a short jog over to the multicolored ‘pillar of a polite and civil lady.’
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>31-03-2013, 22:21:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis walked alongside with Elias.&nbsp; His hood was down, but the grill covering his jaw—assuming his still had one—made it impossible to see if there was any reaction.&nbsp; His face stayed bland enough.&nbsp; He gave no reply to the innuendos, but did pause before they entered the station and reached down to touch Dieter on the head.&nbsp; “Sometimes a technical knock is the appropriate solution.&nbsp; Thank you.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After a moment, he continued, “Your reasoning is sound.”&nbsp; For a moment, a hint of levity showed in his eyes as he finished, “All of it.”&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis gave a canine smile then the two started into the station.&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 01:35:24</strong>
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				She'd sigh as she'd cross one leg over the other, scowling slightly as she'd wave her hips back and forth, enough glitter shaking off from her clothing that it was starting to leave the floor below her in a ring. <br>"Comeoncomeoncomeon... You know you can trust me... I'll even help you and this... like doughnut patrol you've got goin here with whatever they're doing. Inside look you dig?" She'd say, pulling off a cheesy smile to go with it. <br>"Scraggy-kins. Have I ever lead you wrong?... well okay never mind THAT. Have I ever gotten you in trouble?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:27:50</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbite Trooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7978809#msg7978809">Quote from: Lidian on 01-04-2013, 01:35:24</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">She'd sigh as she'd cross one leg over the other, scowling slightly as she'd wave her hips back and forth, enough glitter shaking off from her clothing that it was starting to leave the floor below her in a ring. <br>"Comeoncomeoncomeon... You know you can trust me... I'll even help you and this... like doughnut patrol you've got goin here with whatever they're doing. Inside look you dig?" She'd say, pulling off a cheesy smile to go with it. <br>"Scraggy-kins. Have I ever lead you wrong?... well okay never mind THAT. Have I ever gotten you in trouble?"<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“YES!” Scragg stopped about six feet away from Rihanna and stared at her after he enthusiastically reminded her that she had indeed gotten him in trouble before. Looking up at the whining ganger out the top of his eyes and generally looking to be lost in thought of whether he should get her out of her bonds or let her stay that way for awhile Scragg’s nature eventually would get the better of him and the detective would have to settle for a blue ribbon as the poster child for belligerent annoyance. <br><br>“Getting into trouble again I see. You know, I don’t have all the time in the world to stick my neck out for you just ‘cause we help each other out every now and again. You gotta stop doing this. What is it this time? Chems? Indecent exposure? Out after curfew? Propositioning and officer? Finally get up the nerve to stab one of the johns that shorted you? Public indecency with unpurchased produce?” <br><br>He’d rattle off offenses with a straight face…some of them having to be his dry sense of humor but Emperor forbid, which ones? Pausing a moment to listen to whatever she might have to say he was already lifting a hand in hopes of catching another enforcer’s attention. Failing that, he’d move in a little closer and see if he had the means to uncuff her himself. <br><br>“I don’t know why I keep doing this… your going to get me in more trouble one of these days.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 02:37:34</strong>
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				"Uh... well not those last two jeez... but I was at a party! That prick had like no right to come busting into our territory and then he singled me out... I figured I knew him and didn't recognize him... but he was all like 'it is illegal to offer a Officer of the law that.'" She'd say, puffing out her cheeks and putting on a falsetto deep voice. <br>"I told him he was just being a prude and well... uh... yeah. I guess he didn't like that. The asshole punched my fethin lights out... come too and I'm here in freaken Drabs-ville reeking of bacon." She'd say as she'd stretch her arms out and lean back as far as she could as soon as she was far away enough from the wall to do so. She'd sheepishly rub her wrists. <br>"I swear, I wasn't doing anything terrible... We were just having a little fun not hurting no one. I mean okay I guess the traffic pole might of taken offense to it, but it's a fethin traffic pole."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>01-04-2013, 22:41:20</strong>
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				Name: Drake Zarkov<br>Location: Precinct.<br>Case File: 3<br><br>Drake followed the sounds of "animated" conversation to the hallway. He saw what he assumed was a female ganger having a discussion with a plain clothed arbite. It wasn't any arbite, he knew him. "Bragg!...no that wasn't it. S, S C. Scragg! That's it." One of the other investigators on the other cases, the ganger obviously knew him by the way they conversed. He hadn't even heard of half the offences he mentioned. He leant against a doorway, at least as best as the rifle slung across his back allowed. "Friend of yours <em>Officer</em> Scragg?" he asked eyeing them both.<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 01:16:47</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station<br><strong>Case File:</strong> One<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>Deiter was laughing quietly again.&nbsp; Even Regis seemed as much amused as disdainful.&nbsp; He paused to speak quietly, "See if she has any knowledge of use.&nbsp; I believe we're needed in the interrogation room."&nbsp; <br><br>The tech priest in the green hood paid the colorful woman no further mind but touched the chrome hound on the shoulders and lead him on into the interrogation room.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 01:35:03</strong>
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				<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>Accalia stared solemnly at Cat Thebes.&nbsp; While her desire to touch and be touched seemed without peer, such a desire seemed to lessen around women.&nbsp; Almost as if the body were attempting to mate rather than just enjoy the pleasures of the flesh.&nbsp; Of course there was still the touch of a bare foot against Cat’s leg if the range allowed and the running of a tongue over lips.&nbsp; No words were spoken though even as the questions were asked.&nbsp; Instead she only stared first at Cat and then past her to the room beyond.&nbsp; When the younger officer entered she gave a lecherous smile, her head rolling to the side to look on the man.&nbsp; Immediately her body twisted in the seat to expose herself to him.<br><br>“I am the Emperor’s whore.&nbsp; I do as he lusts and commands.&nbsp; Why do you keep me here where I cannot follow his will?&nbsp; Why do you chain me when all you want to do is fuck me?&nbsp; Let me have him, let them all have me.&nbsp; The Emperor commands and I obey.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 01:46:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station, Observation Area<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Unlike many of his order, Regis had not sacrificed his fertility to place him closer to the rational nature of the machine.&nbsp; His demeanor was mechanical enough that few noticed this.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;In his green hood, he enetered the observation area and scanned the well used blond woman.&nbsp; She could be attractive if she cleaned herself.&nbsp; Her body had a sensuality too it that, while not so dangerous as a more sophisticated woman, nor with the innocent lechery of the girl chained up outside, had a certain appeal.&nbsp; If humans could be scene as parts in the great machine that was the empire, she was clearly made to be used for man’s pleasure.&nbsp; While that certainty of satisfaction had it’s allure, there was something fundamentally disturbing about it, too.&nbsp; Even the basest human was a more complicated machine than that.&nbsp; No human tool existed for a single purpose only.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;He glanced about the observation area to see if any of his coworkers could offer insight into her condition.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>03-04-2013, 08:11:32</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Interrogation room<br><strong>Case File:</strong> 2<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <em>Cat Thebes</em>, Callidon, everyone else?<br><br>Cat dragged her chair back a little as soon as she felt the food brushes her leg. She suppressed a sigh as it became quite clear the girl wouldn't answer her questions. She sits there silently staring at the girl for a while, trying to think of a way to get her to talk. Someone, she couldn't see who but they must have been male, in the observation room draws the girls attention. <br>Cat lets her go on about how she is a whore and all that crap until she shuts up again. Cat then drags her chair a back closer to the girl. She bites her lip and bats her eyes a little before saying <strong>"I'm sorry we have to keep you here. As soon as all my questions are answered I can let you go and we can have some <em>fun</em>. So tell me, do you know who killed your guards?"</strong>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 05:23:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbite Trooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7979231#msg7979231">Quote from: Lidian on 01-04-2013, 02:37:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>"I swear, I wasn't doing anything terrible... We were just having a little fun not hurting no one. I mean okay I guess the traffic pole might of taken offense to it, but it's a fethin traffic pole."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Your lucky it wasn’t a cog-boy or they’d have done more than arrest you. I don’t think you’d be shaking your ass so well if they scooped out part of your brain. Not unless they’ve been building a bunch of strip clubs with some kinda Sex-servitor they put up on stage…” He’d pause, tilting his head to one side and looking off into the distance of the hallway suddenly picturing that mentally and being entirely unsure if that very mental image was attractive or horrifying. “<strong>DO</strong> they have those? Feth.”&nbsp; He held his hand up to Regis as he moved on, nodding in that he’d ask Rihanna for a little assistance in the providence of her being at the precinct. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg7984048#msg7984048">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 01-04-2013, 22:41:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>&nbsp;"Bragg!...no that wasn't it. S, S C. Scragg! That's it." One of the other investigators on the other cases, the ganger obviously knew him by the way they conversed. He hadn't even heard of half the offences he mentioned. He leant against a doorway, at least as best as the rifle slung across his back allowed. "Friend of yours <em>Officer</em> Scragg?" he asked eyeing them both.<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Scragg squinted, the voice of drake entering his daydream at just the wrong moment. It was macabre in the envisioning of it really. Flashing neon lights and shiny metal parts interspersed with shapely flesh swaying to an electronic beat that adjusted the heart rate with its volume and pulled the limbs to thrust violently in the popular dances of the juve culture all from notes of Hiver metal. The detectives wild imagination which could paint pictures for him in his minds eye, much like back at Progen Fifteen, inserted a particularly large-chested woman in a skimpy teal top with both Drakes face and voice asking the question right in front of the distracted Arbite which was more than what he needed to snap himself out of his glassy eyed moment introspection. <br><br>Which was why Scragg nearly flipped his shit when he hauled a shoulder and leg back behind him and stood in the hall at an off kilter angle while staring at drake out the bottoms up his eyes, arms flailing like a man about to trip until he could write himself and point accusingly at the sniper. <br><br>“Ah. Back from doing…snipery things, Drake was it? I just got in. No deaths on our side I hope? Who were you with again? Haxtus and Haxtes?.” Righting himself firmly onto both feet he’d adjust his shirt tie and take in a deep breath to collect himself, followed by an obsessive compulsive rub of his shirt cuffs despite the obvious lack of cufflinks. “Long as she keeps her nose clean I pass her a throne or two every now and again for some information. Perfect angel this one, aren’t you Rihanna? Church on Sundays, old ladies across the street and all that, right? I was wondering if you could maybe identify a couple ganger signs for me...sort of in a rush right now though… come on, keep quiet and I’ll let you watch for a bit Rihanna.”<br><br>Scragg ran his mouth…something he was good at. It had the benefit this time of filling in Drake and Rihanna on the status of his current case. To which he asked in return, “Anyone write up reports on the other cases yet? Figure we could all stand to be informed…” By the time Scragg had grabbed a cup of Recaff he’d wonder if Drake was even still following him, though the detective would eventually follow in the footsteps of his favorite techpriest and quietly enter the observation area of the Interrogation room.<br><br>“<em>Asshole</em>” He’d murmur quietly under his breath when he was certain Drake wouldn’t hear it, sipping from the 'Bionic Blitzers' Bloodbowl team mug from his desk. No real anger to it, just his personal impressions of the emphasis he’d put on ‘officer’ earlier.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 06:53:21</strong>
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				Name: Rihanna<br>Position: Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br>Location: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br>Case File: All<br>Investigators: All<br><br>Rhianna already seemed rather well acquainted with Scragg's oddities, to the point that she was completely unphased by his flailing, rather the way she acted it seemed as if she barely noticed it at all. Now free of her bonds she'd place both of her hands on her cheeks and let out a small sigh as she'd lean back dramatically. Giving Drake an utterly unimpressed look.<br>“Know this Berk I see? Heh, seems like he won't remember for five minutes, wastin' your breath.” She'd ask Scragg with a snerk, indicating to the sniper with two fingers.&nbsp; <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> “Ah. Back from doing…snipery things, Drake was it? I just got in. No deaths on our side I hope? Who were you with again? Haxtus and Haxtes?.” Righting himself firmly onto both feet he’d adjust his shirt tie and take in a deep breath to collect himself, followed by an obsessive compulsive rub of his shirt cuffs despite the obvious lack of cufflinks. “Long as she keeps her nose clean I pass her a throne or two every now and again for some information. Perfect angel this one, aren’t you Rihanna? Church on Sundays, old ladies across the street and all that, right? I was wondering if you could maybe identify a couple ganger signs for me...sort of in a rush right now though… come on, keep quiet and I’ll let you watch for a bit Rihanna.”</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Rhianna would only cringe slightly as she'd cross her arms over her chest in a rather childishly petulant manner. <br>“Old people smell bad. Probably Death looming over them. So incredibly naff. But uh... maybe dinner too? Dinner would be cool. I like dinner, it's good payment. Gang signs I can do, as long as I'm not squealing on my own.” She'd say, biting her lip as she'd slip her arms behind her back and follow behind Scragg as he'd head into the observation room. <br>“Oh well, you know how I love to watch. Quiet. Got it.” She'd say with a nod and a suggestively raised eyebrow, looking around the room slowly until she spotted Dieter, which the mere sight of would cause the ganger to nearly jump out of her skin and promptly move herself to the furthest point in the room from, and make absolute certain that Scragg stood firmly between her and the Cyber Mastiff.&nbsp; &nbsp;“Oh <strong>come</strong> on... seriously feth those things.” She'd say under her breath as she'd visibly prickle, keeping one eye on the large metal canine.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>&nbsp;
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>06-04-2013, 10:55:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Drake<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8009527#msg8009527">Quote from: LuciusLeche on 06-04-2013, 05:23:37</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>“Ah. Back from doing…snipery things, Drake was it? I just got in. No deaths on our side I hope? Who were you with again? Haxtus and Haxtes?.” Righting himself firmly onto both feet he’d adjust his shirt tie and take in a deep breath to collect himself, followed by an obsessive compulsive rub of his shirt cuffs despite the obvious lack of cufflinks. “Long as she keeps her nose clean I pass her a throne or two every now and again for some information. Perfect angel this one, aren’t you Rihanna? Church on Sundays, old ladies across the street and all that, right? I was wondering if you could maybe identify a couple ganger signs for me...sort of in a rush right now though… come on, keep quiet and I’ll let you watch for a bit Rihanna.”<br><br>Scragg ran his mouth…something he was good at. It had the benefit this time of filling in Drake and Rihanna on the status of his current case. To which he asked in return, “Anyone write up reports on the other cases yet? Figure we could all stand to be informed…” By the time Scragg had grabbed a cup of Recaff he’d wonder if Drake was even still following him, though the detective would eventually follow in the footsteps of his favorite techpriest and quietly enter the observation area of the Interrogation room.<br><br>“<em>Asshole</em>” He’d murmur quietly under his breath when he was certain Drake wouldn’t hear it, sipping from the 'Bionic Blitzers' Bloodbowl team mug from his desk. No real anger to it, just his personal impressions of the emphasis he’d put on ‘officer’ earlier.<br><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br><br>"Not as much as I'd have liked. Not much of a fan of babysitting quill pushers." He replied with a shrug. "Some stuff about re-allocation of funds, and something about a place called....The Beast House?" He said as he followed Elias. "Found some sort of memory drive. Came back here to decode it."
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 05:54:39</strong>
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				<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>The woman shook her head back and forth, very slow and steady.&nbsp; Eyes were unfocused and cloudy inside those once pristine orbs.&nbsp; Tears had stained her cheeks, but those were long shed and gone.&nbsp; Instead she simply shook her head until her entire body rocked back and forth with the effort.&nbsp; Then her head slammed down to the table with such a collision that the metal surface shook.&nbsp; Cat heard the sound of bone crunching and cracking.&nbsp; A wet sound was heard from the impact that most anyone would know as the flesh part of the body striking a harder surface.&nbsp; Lazily her head lifted upward to stare at Cat Thebes.&nbsp; Teeth were worked loose and her nose was smashed as she stared at her with cracked features.&nbsp; <br><br>“The Emperor commands..”&nbsp; <br><br>Blood dripped from her lips before she moved to slam her face down against the surface once more this time trying to turn her head to the side so that her temple would connect.&nbsp; Unstopped she would continue to do so until she could no longer.&nbsp; Even restrained she would try, screaming and howling as she seemed intent on her own death.<br><br>From beyond the watching room of the interrogation chamber another disturbance could be heard.&nbsp; People started to rush and run by the door.&nbsp; Someone screamed from out in the hallway while a booming voice demanded to see the person in charge of the case against Accalia von Duran.<br><br>---OOC---<br><br>Any attempt to stop her will require a grapple attack to be done.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 06:27:06</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Interrogation room<br><strong>Case File:</strong> 2<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <em>Cat Thebes</em>, Callidon, everyone else?<br><br>"Oh feth."<br>Cat leaps to her feet and tries to hold the girl still before turning to the observation window and calling "Help! We need to secure her and get a medicae in here."<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Rolled a 14, against my S of 30 that's 1 degree of success.</div></div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 07:48:35</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbite Trooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8010554#msg8010554">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 06-04-2013, 10:55:42</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><br>"Not as much as I'd have liked. Not much of a fan of babysitting quill pushers." He replied with a shrug. "Some stuff about re-allocation of funds, and something about a place called....The Beast House?" He said as he followed Elias. "Found some sort of memory drive. Came back here to decode it."<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Memory drive?…Lets hope it’s not a cache full of naughty pictures and lottery numb-“ He’d stop himself as the girl began to go into some kind of restless fit and begin harming herself with crazy notions of the Emperor commanding her.<br><br>‘Oh Throne damnit…” Scragg cursed under his breath. Not from the woman completely losing her mind, as the detective did not yet know she hadn’t much left of a mind to lose, but from the split second understanding that he was going to have to…touch her. “Throne damnit, throne damnit, THRONE DAMNIT…” He’d curse as feet bolted out of the observation room before his coffee cup had yet to shatter on the floor where he’d dropped it. <br><br>“I lost one witness today I am not losing another…” Slipping past the other men outside with as much ease as any hiver through a crowd Elias sprinted to the aid of his once partner now commanding officer and bit down on his lower lip as his hands went out. He’d grab for the woman’s shoulder with one hand, half spinning around the back of the chair in hopes of sliding the inside of his elbow around her neck and prevent further damage. Whether he was agile or strong enough to stop her from further murdering herself to a hiver metal concert only she was hearing and head banging to he still growled out the question. “What the FETH is WRONG with you?” <br><br>Scragg had seen some maddening things, some even bordering on unnatural, but this was far by the newest and one of the most rattling. His wits weren’t working fast enough to be stricken with the natural ingrained superstition of the Imperial populace that she might even be…Emperor help him…possessed. There was no time for thought, only action, and what might be immediate regret whenever he so much as laid a bare hand on her and his mind’s eye stirred to taught him with things he may not understand until it was far too late again. Emperor protect his soul, this couldn’t end well. <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>09-04-2013, 20:53:37</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Drake Zarkov<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br>Drake watched in morbid fascination as the "girl" in the interview room was trying to all but murder herself. He was snapped from his reverie by the arbite charging past him into the room. He followed him as he saw him struggle to subdue the woman. It almost seemed as he was loath to touch her. He moved in front of the woman as she was turned around and all but pinned her to the table. "Calm down you crazy bitch! You want to get burned by some Zealot?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 09:06:51</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station, Observation Area<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;As the chrome hound eyed Rhianon, it was hard to escape the impression that it was laughing at her.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Dieter, on the other hand, showed no such emotion—though the fact that he didn’t lower his green hood made it hard to be sure.&nbsp; He didn’t seem particularly moved when the girl began to attempt suicide, he simply worked to comit every detail to memory ‘til he could enter it into a report.&nbsp; <br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 09:27:02</strong>
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				<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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; An eerie calm had descended on the populace as if the Emperor himself had touched down to show his power reawakened.&nbsp; For indeed the four gathered now were symbols of that power.&nbsp; Bolters gripped in armored fingers also showed that such symbols could do more than be flashy and glittery.&nbsp; Indeed the armor of the two hulking women of Adepta Sororitas seemed well worn and used.&nbsp; Chinks and scraps showed despite the gleam of polish.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; One woman was dressed entirely in robes of red and white.&nbsp; Grasped in her hands was a large tome with chains wrapped around the surface to keep the contents secure.&nbsp; Thick glasses flashed beneath the false light of the interior.&nbsp; Those glasses were settled on the narrow bridge of her nose.&nbsp; A face more cute than fierce stared out from those glasses with a brown bob cut of hair.&nbsp; The woman beside her was far more striking for being next to her.&nbsp; An outfit of black leather seemed to be poured across her flesh as even her hair was covered in this garment.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; The outfit seemed entirely too tight, moving with a stretch of leather for each step.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; She thrashed against them, swinging her head about.&nbsp; Chains rattled to keep her securely in place but fingernails clawed at exposed flesh and broken teeth made to bite at the men.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Men with pants around their ankles.&nbsp; Hands struck her face, hands clutched her throat to choke off her air, finger clawed her naked flesh and men desecrated her body.&nbsp; An endless train of faces and men rushed past his features.&nbsp; Almost in reverse the men flashed by his face in an endless stream of sodomy and sex.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Blood across fingers and blood across a laughing face.&nbsp; Then all was quiet as he got the scent of incense in his nose and a pair of wrinkled hands on his own.&nbsp; As thin as paper those hands touched his own, caressed his fingers and whispered in his ear.&nbsp; “You are just another whore for the Emperor my child.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; 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.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>JohnTheGreat</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 16:38:00</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Cat<br><strong>Position:</strong> Astartes Arbites<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Interrogation room<br><strong>Case File:</strong> 2<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> <em>Cat Thebes</em>, Drake Zarkov, Elias Scragg<br><br>Cat silently swears to herself. She did need this promotion but dammit she doesn't need <span class="bbc_u">this</span>.<br>She would do anything right now to walk out that door, argue with her landlord about how 'overdue' overdue is, take a bath and fall into bed. But <em>noooooo</em>, she has to deal with gangers and crazy noble sluts and now Sisters.<br><br>Cat backs away from the girl but keeps a hand firmly on her shoulder to stop her bashing her own head in. Cat then motions for the men to do likewise. She eyes the lit flamer for a moment before shifting her gaze to the woman who spoke, weighing up her options. <br><strong>"I'm Investigator Thebes, this is my witness. Who, if I may ask, are you?"</strong><br>Cat crosses her fingers and hopes she isn't about to get burnt alive.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>10-04-2013, 16:46:57</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Drake Zarkov<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br>Drake turned as he heard a voice from behind him. Full of authority and brokering no argument. "Oh feth. I hate it when I'm right" As his eyes went wide as he saw the lit flamer pointed in his general direction. <br>He raised his hands and started to edge away from the centre of the room and the crazy girl. "Erm. Problem sisters?"
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>11-04-2013, 21:21:21</strong>
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				Name: Rihanna<br>Position: Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br>Location: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br>Case File: All<br>Investigators: All<br><br>Rihanna would grab for Scragg’s shirt as he bolted, trying to stop him from doing what she considered was putting himself at an unnecessary risk. She’d put her hands over her mouth in a silent scream as she would begin to process what was going on. Her entire body was shaking as she’d step back from the one way mirror. <br><br>“Fething shit… oh fething shit… what in the warp is she doing? Why is she doing that?” Her tirade would begin and quickly descend into unintelligible near-tears terrified babbling as she’d grip her own face tightly as she’d start to hyperventilate. <br>Rihanna, whom in her life had never even seen a figure of authority greater than an Arbite had only heard fevered whispers and horror stories of those who meted out the emperor’s justice on the scale greater than the streets and gutters she had spent her life in. Her eyes would go wide at the mere sight of them, unable to breathe or think for a moment, her knees buckling and her back going completely straight as every hair on the back of her neck would stand up. <br><br>Scragg would be just about the only reason that she didn’t flee or hide herself in the corner. Finding herself only able to watch in silent horror. It seemed that even a ganger likely so far removed from the world of the law abiding citizen knew her place, putting her hands over her chest in the sign of the Aquila and lowering her head even as she struggled to keep her knees from buckling out of sheer fright. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>12-04-2013, 05:49:11</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbite Trooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8034375#msg8034375">Quote from: Baalborn87 on 10-04-2013, 16:46:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Oh feth. I hate it when I'm right" <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Think I’ll start to hate when your right too Drake…yeah I think that’s a pretty easy thing to do at this point.” Scragg growled out after looking extremely distressed for a few seconds. He gritted his teeth and glared at the woman he was currently struggling with to keep still, not even noticing some of the scratches she landed. He lost color in his face as though he were going to be sick and every second he spent in contact with the fallen noble looked to be causing him physical discomfort, his eyes glazing over for a few short ticks of the clock and only really coming back into better focus when the Sisters showed up in the room. Focusing in on the pilot flame he huffed and puffed till his cheeks were red and stared down the…least intimidating of the four of them. It took him awhile to decide which one that was but <em>boy</em> when he did.<br><br>“Welcome to the Precinct 0-23 visitor center! All of our hospitality administrators are currently busy showing our recent visitor a longstanding traditional dance amongst the native people of our humble section of Hive we call ‘Stop struggling or I’ll get the shock maul.” It’s all the rave amongst the youth culture. If you’d like to experience the mystery and wonder of this cultural enrichment we do encourage you to have a seat…” Scragg attempted his usual snark, but even that was somewhat spoiled by his clenched teeth and loss of mental clarity and physical exertion. He struggled to get it out, not liking the look of the big guns in the room but betting they didn’t waltz into an Arbite headquarters actually expecting a shootout so he took a gamble. As sick as the woman was making him, he wasn’t about to move out of the way to let her get fried to a crisp. At the very least, he wasn’t going to without being ordered too first. <br><br>Scragg adjusted his arm around the woman’s neck, trying to remember what he’d been told you had to do to knock someone out. Sleeper hold, sleeper hold… how did that work again? Throne damnit he couldn’t <span class="bbc_u">think</span> straight with all those…<strong>Faces</strong>… in his mind as well as other body parts. They flashed in his mind over and over again at it made his legs shake in weakness at what he had just been forced to…relive through the eyes of the poor woman he was now half choking to death. He was going to find these fuckers. He was going to find them even if it was in his spare time and make the ones responsible for utterly breaking this woman and creating such blaspheme. He didn’t care if she was an insipid little brainless noble or even if she wasn’t since he literally didn’t know anything about her or the case yet since his interaction with Cat since they saw each other again had consisted of rushing into a room and playing save-the-harlot. <br><br>“Hey…Cat? I think we got her…if you need to…ya know…talk to the nuns with guns that’re just kinda…standing there looking spooky. You know…instead of learning to wrestle young blonde girls. Like we are.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>22-04-2013, 17:14:25</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tinas-private-gummiwelt.com/shop/images/product_images/popup_images/310_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>A sneer marred the stoic beauty of the woman in black.&nbsp; Porcelain features cast from ice and shadow were made perverse by human contempt.&nbsp; Makeup of dark smoke creased further from her frown while blood red lipstick and black massacre displayed an undertone of cruelty possible.&nbsp; One gloved hand of leather lifted in a silent command.&nbsp; Then she stepped forward with her long, sensuous legs that were almost crafted to be watched in motion.&nbsp; Behind her the trail of the skirts swayed and then the robes of the woman hoisting forward the book in chains.&nbsp; The words of Scraggs earned another snarl from the beautiful features before she slammed that same commanding hand down on the table.&nbsp; As if on command herself the girl slumped forward from Scraggs attempted at a sleeper hold.<br><br><br>Outside in the hall could be heard the steps of an armored Sister of Battle.&nbsp; Like death stalking closely those still in the watching room heard her move toward them.&nbsp; Then the door slammed open with enough force to send shivers through the wall.&nbsp; A finger jutted forward, leaving the grip of the bolter in her grasp to point at those still there.&nbsp; <br><br>“You will move now.”&nbsp; Any trace of femininity was lost amidst the mechanical tones of the woman’s communication unit attached to her throat armor.&nbsp; “Move to the interrogation room to find your redemption.”&nbsp; Then she turned to allow them passage and to allow them to see the other sister taking up a blocking position at the opposite end of the hallway.<br><br>The woman in black slipped forward to grasp the unoccupied chair of the interrogator within her black gloved grasp.&nbsp; Nonchalant grace echoed from her as she moved to set herself down in the chair.&nbsp; Legs folded along each other in a perfect line of symmetry and poise while that same hand lifted to rest on the metal surface of the table.&nbsp; The heavy tome with chains was brought forward, hoisted up by the smaller woman and slammed down on the surface.&nbsp; Those chains bound the book to the robed sister who merely bowed her head to await further command.<br><br>“My name is Sister Margaret from the Order of the Saint’s Blood.”&nbsp; Her chin lifted slightly at mention of those words so that she considered them each as if seeking a response.&nbsp; “This silent one here is Sister Constance of the same order.&nbsp; My companions outside need no name for your purposes and so I will not give them.&nbsp; I have come here to commend your team’s efforts Detective Thebes and to also offer a consolation prize for the loss of your witness.”<br><br>Fingers raised to indicate Accalia was this witness. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>23-04-2013, 13:42:08</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station, Observation Area<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis grit his teeth as the girl Scragg brought into the interrogation chamber began to loose her grip.&nbsp; He grit his teeth as her curses eroded away at his own composure, reminding him of portions of humanity—both foul and fair—that he thought he’d put aside.&nbsp; The tech priest’s eyes closed and he growled.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;They shot open then as the tone of her dismay shifted.&nbsp; Regis’s eyes widened as the Sister’s passed the observation room and into the investigation.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;No longer quite sure what was motivating him, Regis pulled off his green cloak and approached Rhianon from behind.&nbsp; He slipped the warm cloth over her shoulders and around her body, then wrapped his arms around her waist.&nbsp; His vocabulator hummed for half a moment, but instead he kept silent and pulled her against his chest, holding her in hopes that her panic would recede.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>25-04-2013, 06:59:29</strong>
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				Name: Rihanna<br>Position: Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br>Location: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br>Case File: All<br>Investigators: All<br><br>Rihanna would balk as she'd feel something descend over her shoulders, momentarily wriggling and squirming before she'd orient herself. Someone had grabbed her. She'd pause as it would take an inordinately long amount of time to process exactly who had done it. First looking through the observation window to Scragg, then to the sisters, then to whom she felt was the least likely person in the room if not the building to of actually grabbed her. The Tech-Priest. <br><br>"What... the.... Nnnnh, I'm cool... I'm cool. Not gonna start trying to crack my skull open or anything like that. Hey uh, Cog-boy, you can let go. Your face grill is messing up my hair." She'd say, following the statement with a forced laugh.&nbsp; At the Sisters' order she'd stumble her way into the interrogation room, keeping her arms crossed tightly over her chest, glancing thoughtfully down the hall and considering the virtue of running for her life and getting as far away from this mess as humanly possible. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8100112#msg8100112">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 22-04-2013, 17:14:25</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“My name is Sister Margaret from the Order of the Saint’s Blood.”&nbsp; Her chin lifted slightly at mention of those words so that she considered them each as if seeking a response.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>"Rihanna. Diamond dog. I ah, uh, I'm... inf- infor-m-m-mant. Informant." The girl would stutter out, her knees still trembling as she'd attempt to sputter out what was at least a somewhat comprehensible string of words that didn't involve cursing or crying and was at least moderately successful.&nbsp; 
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 05:13:42</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbite Trooper<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><br><br>This was all the detective needed right now. Staring down a member of the Adepta Sororita with a now limp girl in his grip, sweat beaded at Scragg’s forehead while breath was heavy and heaving not from the strenuous activity but from the assault that his mind had just experienced. This was why he hated touching people. It was never just: Wake up in the morning-cycle refreshed, having some jam on toast, go to the office, book a few criminals, get assigned a case, save a kitten. No. No it was get shaken out of bed by some moron Spyrer crashing his new skycar into a room two floors above his hab-block domicile, getting the word of where to pick up his next case and bumping into a shell of a child too abused on a daily basis to even care about the strange blonde man freaking out on the street and talking to himself along the way, failing to garnish the attention of a cute enforcer who soon disappeared once the investigation was done, and then having to choose between saving a mad woman’s life or getting brain raped by thirty or forty of the ugliest assholes in the sector and then pretend it didn’t happen lest he be fingered as a witch. <br><br>Scragg wanted to be strong. He <em>wanted</em> to look this terrifying woman right in the eyes and mouth the words ‘FEEEETH YOOOOU’ with such vocal velvet that to transcribe it could only involve writing in the finest chiseled calligraphy with gold inlay on his grave marker, since seconds after the words left him surely he would be <strong>set on fire</strong>. While the image of him wandering the halls of Justice on fire entirely apathetic with a quickly crisping doughnut hanging out of his mouth was the slightest bit amusing to him as he pictured it, it honestly wasn’t what he’d set out to accomplish this morning.<br><br>The Detective knew about as much as Drake did about the sisterhood save what he heard in rumors ranging from celibate nuns of virtue and the Emperor’s grace to leather wearing lesbians with bolt guns written about doing horrible little things in the penny dreadfuls they sold on the street corners. Passing a glance to the sniper he slowly let the girl go and stood up straight with his arms in the air in surrender. It almost had him fall over when his knees gave out from the severe emotional shock he was trying desperately to pretend wasn’t there. He stumbled into the side of the table next to Accalia. Both palms rest flat there, his head dipped down toward the floor like he was about to be sick again. He’d keep it in this time though. Once back at Progen Fifteen was enough. Avoiding Cat Thebes direct eye contact if he could, he didn’t so much mind if the sister noticed or not the glossiness and bloodshot of his eyes. <br><br>“Elias Scragg. So that’s how it is…Sister Margaret? With all the pea-shooters around, I take it you really don’t want to hear any protests about giving up this girl right here. So…what’ve ya got then that’s going to be so…consoling, hm? Oh, Oh and thanks by the by. I love commendations. You going to make the quiet one dance with some pom poms once she takes the book off? I mean… no disrespect or anything but I just have this funny feeling despite all this formality that I should get on the floor and let the one in powered boots realign my spine for a little while. Call me crazy.” He had to pause every couple of lines to swallow the saliva in his mouth, going pale in the face but fighting the good fight to be cheeky and submissive all at once. “Also your kinda scary.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 05:25:41</strong>
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				"Fething <em>shit</em> Scragg. If you don't stop talking we're all going to fething die. Burning alive is totally <em>not</em> rufus." She'd hiss out through clenched teeth as she'd shoot a dirty look at him and giving him a firm yet subtle kick in the shin before she'd look back at the sisters and swallow deeply before forcing a clenched overly toothy smile. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>30-04-2013, 18:05:39</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station, Observation Area<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While Deiter arched his back, sensitive to the possibility of danger, if not the full nuisances of the situation, Regis grit his teeth and carefully folded his green cloak over his forearm and stood, calmly.&nbsp; If his mouth were still visible through the grill over the lower half of his face, people might wonder if he was having a minor fit…&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 13:26:26</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Drake Zarkov<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br>Drake lowered his hands slightly when it became apparent that he wouldn't be barbecued (at least not in the immediate future).&nbsp; He was however rather unsure about the fact she had come to commend them. He knew enough about the sororitas that their idea of "saving" someone usually involved a stake and lots of fire.
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>01-05-2013, 14:45:33</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tinas-private-gummiwelt.com/shop/images/product_images/popup_images/310_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>Sister Margaret regarded the man who spoke so openly.&nbsp; Those porcelain features failed to even react to the bold words and their meaning.&nbsp; Instead she only turned to see the reaction of the other.&nbsp; A smug smile touched her lips when the woman spoke and her legs move to cross in the opposite direction as if her mind had changed.&nbsp; Her other hand now came forward so that she could remove one black glove and then another.&nbsp; White hands that seemed too white to be hers flexed before them with blood red nails.&nbsp; No jewelry adorned her long digits, but in truth she needed none as the nails themselves seemed not just blood red but crafted of rubies.&nbsp; Then her nails pushed down on the steel table and dragged, a painful screech sounding across the walls.&nbsp; Her hand lifted upward to her lips so a swift rush of air from her painted lips while below were four neat scars on the metal surface.<br><br>“Fear is good detective, but misplaced.&nbsp; Why should you have anything to fear from the Sisters?&nbsp; We only hunt the heretic and, “she let the sentence hang unfinished for a moment as she knew that each would know the last part, “the witch.”&nbsp; Those eyes shifted over toward the figure of Rhianna.&nbsp; “Do you think the detective here knows of any witches in this room?&nbsp; Or perhaps you do child.”&nbsp; The smug lips turned more into a sneer again before she knocked the metal table and the chains of the book rattled.<br><br>“I have come here to take Accalia from you and leave you with other mystery detectives.&nbsp; This girl is not the first of her kind though she was among the most promising.&nbsp; Long have we watched the blood lines and families of the Saints.&nbsp; Long have we seen the rise and fall of their houses, watched the legendary feats of their offspring and what is left behind.&nbsp; Faith is a matter of knowledge and teaching, but the blood of the Saints holds something more potent.&nbsp; We sought to breed this, to craft this gift into the body of a chosen few.&nbsp; Accalia was one of those chosen.”<br><br>A hand moved forward to softly stroke the cheek of the unconscious girl while the figure in black stood.&nbsp; Robes sounded as the smaller woman moved forward as if to protect the book from tumbling away.&nbsp; “Promising, but her virtue is compromised like the others of this program.&nbsp; Some madness has gripped them and has stolen them from us.&nbsp; We might think this is our project gone awry but I do not think so.&nbsp; The first we found dead, quite literally ravaged to death by the lust of men.&nbsp; After that we found another having sawed through her throat with barbed wire and then a third slowly pressing her face against the cogs of a machine.&nbsp; We feared madness, but the process is oddly sequenced.”<br><br>“There is one I have kept hidden and he will be my proof.&nbsp; Were we to fetch him then whatever has seduced our children away would seek him out.&nbsp; I give you this mystery and task, from which you may gain a favor from us.&nbsp; Does this sound agreeable?”<br>
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			<dt class="postheader">
				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 05:22:52</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station, Observation Area<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis did not particularly feel it was his place in the group structure to reply, but after an uncomfortable moment, he spoke up, voice coming out more mechanically than usual.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Please clarify.&nbsp; Do you wish us to fetch this child for you?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;After all, there was nothing efficient or productive about silence.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>09-05-2013, 07:02:56</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position:</strong> Arbite Enforcer<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br><br>Well…that had to be about the single most terrifying thing that had happened to him in awhile. It shut him clean up right fast as well till he realized it would just incriminate him more to be silent on the matter of ‘witches’ in the room when she had already made it quite clear she likely knew what he was. That…that wasn’t good at all. Seeing as how he wasn’t on fire yet he took in a deep breath and his eyes glossed over as he looked down at the floor and he lost himself to mental processing. Wheels turned somewhere in Scragg’s mind when Sister Margaret said ‘<span class="bbc_u">breed this</span>’ and “<span class="bbc_u">Accalia</span>’ in the same sentence. The wave of images and sound that had given him quite the punch in the gut rang inside his head and grew less and less punctuated with the end of sexual fluids upon the face of his stolen memories as one series of words added up with another in a flurry of words and connection was made. <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8033300#msg8033300">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 10-04-2013, 09:27:02</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br><em>Images flashed of men standing over her.&nbsp; Men with pants around their ankles.&nbsp; Hands struck her face, hands clutched her throat to choke off her air, finger clawed her naked flesh and men desecrated her body.&nbsp; An endless train of faces and men rushed past his features.&nbsp; Almost in reverse the men flashed by his face in an endless stream of sodomy and sex.&nbsp; 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.&nbsp; Blood across fingers and blood across a laughing face.&nbsp; Then all was quiet as he got the scent of incense in his nose and a pair of wrinkled hands on his own.&nbsp; As thin as paper those hands touched his own, caressed his fingers and whispered in his ear.&nbsp; “You are just another whore for the Emperor my child.&nbsp; They made you, they breed you and now you must serve.”</em><br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Elderly.Narcissism in believing oneself kind and benevolent…or was it someone she knew? An inside job would make more sense in knowing when to kill her guards and take her. Explaining the girls fate so that she would not be a frightened lost girl in the dark not knowing what was going on? A <strong>lack</strong> of terror? A plea for her to accept her fate rather than telling her she deserved it. Did that suggest her kidnapping wasn’t a punishment then; some bizarre apology that he was doing what he must or just the beginning of the brainwashing? The Incense. The smell…he had to burn it into his memory. A drug? Or was this elderly fellow a religious sort? Imperial cult or heretical cult? It didn’t really matter at this point. Those hands were too thin to be a laborer or of the lower hive. It had to be someone connected to enough money or influence to not only live that long but remain unscarred by lesser waylay. And why did she break so quickly? Granted she was likely no bastion of mental fortitude but with the way this male figure talked to her it began to convince him more and more they may have known each other. When you had nothing left and your world was shattered,&nbsp; you might just cling to the words of someone you used to trust more than an unknown murderer and kidnapper even if it was a twisted and upside down version of the world you just saw shattered before your eyes. Nevertheless, the old man knew about the Sisters little program and from the way she put it Accalia wasn’t the first to fall like this. They’d had time to practice.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8150913#msg8150913">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 01-05-2013, 14:45:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>&nbsp;“Promising, but her virtue is compromised like the others of this program.&nbsp; Some madness has gripped them and has stolen them from us.&nbsp; We might think this is our project gone awry but I do not think so.&nbsp; The first we found dead, quite literally ravaged to death by the lust of men.&nbsp; After that we found another having sawed through her throat with barbed wire and then a third slowly pressing her face against the cogs of a machine.&nbsp; We feared madness, but the process is oddly sequenced.”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“How….how is it ‘sequenced?’…if you’ve seen a pattern I would…really like to hear it, Sister.” He’d try to speak as little as possible, his knees almost giving out entirely when Rihanna kicked him in the shin. All those thoughts and postulations slammed into him with the force of two land-trains running head on into one another. This time he had to keep himself quiet. Even if the Sister knew what he was he didn’t need to hold her hand through the process and prove it by spouting off things he had no way to prove. No, no he’d have to keep this one to himself a little while till he could fine tune his own stream of consciousness. He wanted to cry, just break down into tears, and worst of all he wasn’t sure if it was his own emotions or those in empathy to Accalia who likely had no more tears to shed after what they’d done to her.&nbsp; He glared at Rihanna when he realized she'd throne-damned <em>kicked</em> him.<br><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8193529#msg8193529">Quote from: Muse on 09-05-2013, 05:22:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Please clarify.&nbsp; Do you wish us to fetch this child for you?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>“Yeah, what he said. Protective Arbite custody for their own good or have us around when they try to take him? I imagine things must not be going as well as they should be if your dropping by like this all friendly like.” <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=156959.msg8150913#msg8150913">Quote from: Pumpkin Seeds on 01-05-2013, 14:45:33</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br>“There is one I have kept hidden and he will be my proof.&nbsp; Were we to fetch him then whatever has seduced our children away would seek him out.&nbsp; I give you this mystery and task, from which you may gain a favor from us.&nbsp; Does this sound agreeable?”<br><br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>And she’d gone and answered at least one of his unasked questions. Whomever it was the Sister knew would be watching her and her agents. Already not a good sign if it was someone who could outsmart our ‘lady of ruined tables.’ “Hate to see something like this happen again…It damn well ain’t right whether it’s the offspring of a saint or not. These people are deranged heretics if they’re acting out these desecration's on purpose. I know I’d be happy to put them all away or put a stub between their eyes. Dunno about everyone else though.”
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>14-05-2013, 06:13:46</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Rihanna<br><strong>Position:</strong> Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br>"Witches? Nah... no.. no ma'am... no witches that I know of." She'd say quickly her voice cracking and squeaking, still stuttering and stumbling over her words, correcting herself and trying to be polite in her speech which... was clearly something she rarely bothered with in her day to day life. Nervously running her fingers through her curly pink and purple swirled hair as she'd chew on her lip, eventually forcefully placing her hands over her lap and folding them as she'd swallow deeply. <br>"Aww...man this is way over my head..." She'd say as she'd rub the back of her neck, looking up at the ceiling as she'd take in a deep breath, trying to calm herself down. Rihanna would frown as she'd adjust her vest and push her legs tightly together, unthinkingly forcing herself to stand up straighter even if her go-go boots were turning in towards one another and she could still feel her legs shaking. <br>"I think, uh, Sister Margaret wants us to go and find this guy, and make sure what happened to Acclia doesn't happen to him... If that's what she wants I can see about talking to some of my contacts... Maybe... we can have a description of this guy? Maybe a pict or a drawing?" She'd say glancing at the girl and barely containing a cringe as she'd take in a deep breath, before glancing to Scragg with a worried look. <br>"Maybe... you should sit down... or have a drink?" She'd say quietly as she'd try to sigh through a jaw that just wouldn't quite unclench out of sheer nerves. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Baalborn87</strong> on <strong>27-05-2013, 19:51:58</strong>
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				<br><strong>Name:</strong> Drake Zarkov<br><strong>Position:</strong> Assassin<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> All<br><br>Drake swallowed as it dawned that he wouldn't end up a footnote on some adepts report of an "incident" at a precinct. Confusion crossed his face as the "sister" described their generations long plan to breed new saints. "Forgive me Sister" he began. "Are you talking about selective <em>breeding? Descendants of saints they may be, but they are still human. Not some Emperor damned prize grox.</em>" he said in disbelief. <br>When the ganger girl reiterated that the sororitas was suggesting they retrieve one of the "projects". "I'm as pious as the next man. I believe the Emperor guides my hand when I send my targets to be judged by Him. If this is His will, then I will assist." he said in a conceding tone. <br>" Whist I may be religious, I'm definitely not stupid. Will we be recieving any compensation for this mission?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pumpkin Seeds</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 03:33:13</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://www.tinas-private-gummiwelt.com/shop/images/product_images/popup_images/310_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>The air of the room seemed to drop a few degrees more once mention of compensation was made.&nbsp; Ice could have formed in the space between the Sister’s gaze and the assassin’s body.&nbsp; Yet she did not rise to strike or show indignation as her eyes promised.&nbsp; Instead a casual wave of her hand was given as if the notion was dismissed without thought.&nbsp; Black latex creaked with her movement as she came to stand before them once more.&nbsp; <br><br>“I did not hire you nor am I the one that called your assembly.&nbsp; Another pulls your strings and another’s hand feeds you as his dogs.&nbsp; Perhaps you should find your Master before attempting to take treats from another.&nbsp; Aside, I have promised you the favor of my Order should you succeed in this task and the favor of the Sisters is not something to be taken lightly.”<br><br>Absently she moved to touch the book.&nbsp; That massive tome remained on the table with chains keeping the knowledge attached to the other sister.&nbsp; Mousey features failed to even lift in response to the conversation or attention that was suddenly hers.&nbsp; Instead those eyes remained fixed on the book.&nbsp; Soft hands produced a large key as if by silent command, turning the instrument against the mechanisms of an archaic lock.&nbsp; Chains fell away to be gathered up quickly by her hand and held at the ready to secure the pages again.&nbsp; Sister Margaret thumbed through the contents, the many lists of names and lines of family descent.&nbsp; <br><br>“Justinian Aquin is the name of the child I seek.&nbsp; Born the first of his name and the twenty-third of his line, I call him to his name and to my door.”&nbsp; The woman’s voice took on a powerful edge as if indeed she did call to the boy from this room.&nbsp; The binding of the book was laid back to rest and then chained quickly by nervous and reverent hands.&nbsp; “You will find him among the rats of the Underhive.”&nbsp; A smirk touched her lips as she glanced at Rihanna.&nbsp; “No offense.&nbsp; Yet they do call themselves Water Rats and live amongst the ancient workings of the abandoned pumps.&nbsp; I believe he goes by the name, Sleg.”&nbsp; There was a roll of her eyes as a mother would over the eccentric nature of their child.<br><br>Rihanna would know the name of the gang and the boy.&nbsp; Though he was no boy but a tested veteran of the Underhive and a commanding presence among his gang and fellows.&nbsp; Yet he had a weakness for women and partying, so she had seen him often at her own celebrations by the Diamond Dogs.<br><br>“As for this sequence, there is too much thought for madness.&nbsp; One falls quickly, another falls at length.&nbsp; One abandons morality to lay amongst the populace while another seeks to merge her body with the machine in a gruesome fashion.&nbsp; There is no sequence here, no method or rhyme.&nbsp; Even madness has its reasons.&nbsp; Yet each does say the same that they are the whores of the Emperor.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Muse</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 23:09:40</strong>
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				<strong>Name:</strong> Regis<br><strong>Position:</strong> Cyber Mastif Handler<br><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Station, Observation Area<br><strong>Case File:</strong> All<br><strong>Investigators:</strong> Rhia Euphrati, <em>Regis</em>, Cato Bones, Elias Scragg, Veyda<br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Status Effects:&nbsp; &nbsp;None<br>Wounds:&nbsp; 0</div></div><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;Regis listened attentively, even curiously as the Sister laid out what was requested of them.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;While he didn’t get a direct answer to his question, it seemed clear enough with the rest of the explanation.&nbsp; He regarded Drake with narrowed eyes for a moment when he requested remuneration beyond what was already offered, and Dieter sneezed.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;At the mention of a specific gang he glanced curiously at the girl.&nbsp; Chances were, she wouldn’t know much of them.&nbsp; The underhive was vast.&nbsp; If she did, this would be much easier.&nbsp; If she didn’t, well, they could track a gang down with some ease.&nbsp; <br><br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;“Your request will be given serious consideration, revered one,” he hummed out.&nbsp; “I would be pleased to assist you, and feel it may well further our investigations.&nbsp; My thanks for the knowledge you have imparted.”&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lidian</strong> on <strong>07-06-2013, 23:55:15</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Rihanna<br><strong>Position</strong>: Ganger Juve (Currently Informant)<br><strong>Location</strong>: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File</strong>: All<br><strong>Investigators</strong>: All<br><br>She'd cross her arms and try to think of anyone she might of known by the proper name or even if she had even heard it before, but she would come up blank. The name Sleg would bring more then a glimmer of recognition. Rihanna would remain nonplussed as the sister would refer to under hivers as rats, seeing as frankly that was probably one of the nicer things they have been refereed to by people in positions of authority, she'd wave her hand dismissively with an utterance of "None Taken." <br><br>"Wait... so Sleg is descended... from Saints. Sleg. From the water rats. Descended. From a saint?" She'd look more than a touch incredulous at the idea. It would seem to take the girl a minute to digest the notion, as if it seemed utterly ridiculous to her. "He's normally at our parties... like... all the time." She'd say with a nod.<br><br>"Tracking him down will not be an issue... getting him to the station... well... That's gonna fucking suck." She'd say, before realizing what she just said her eyes slowly drifting to the sister. "Ahh.. Sorry... Sister."
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Emperor's Finest (Adeptus Arbites)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>LuciusLeche</strong> on <strong>16-06-2013, 03:15:27</strong>
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				<strong>Name</strong>: Elias Scragg<br><strong>Position</strong>: Arbite Enforcer<br><strong>Location</strong>: Precinct 0-23, Middle Hive<br><strong>Case File</strong>: All<br><strong>Investigators</strong>: All<br><br>The natural inclination to be a wiseguy flared up in the back of Scragg’s brain as he saw the treatment of the little bookish one attending to the tome they’d brought down to the Precinct but he thought better of it, merely glancing at her instead. This wasn’t a good set up. Not only was one of the three cases directly tied to this bizarre eugenics program the sisters were running, there was a faint feeling in the back of his neck that said the other two might be just as connected. The way she said ‘master’…was that a hint of bitterness to it? Perhaps she knew something they didn’t and he already knew asking her about it would have her tighter lipped than the latex she was sporting. <br><br>There was one thing he knew she was wrong about the more he processed it, however. There <em>was</em> a pattern…oh they didn’t see it yet but there was one. Even if it was as simple as the man he saw in his minds eye making the other members of these family lines go mad it was still a connection, and at worst a weak lead to get them started. The children of saints though? So much for that program if one of them ended up a ganger that far down. Scragg spoke the man’s name under his breath. ‘Justinian Aquin.’ Committing it to memory just as he would his alias. He let Rihana, Cat, Regis, and Drake do the talking from that point. It took him just a few more moments to recover from his touch of the girls mind. No, no it was more accurate to say that he collected himself to no longer be shaking and weak of knee as he plopped himself down in one of the few chairs in the room. <br><br>He’d have to look through the precinct's pict database to see if he recognized any of the faces in the multitude of booking photographs they likely kept. A simple parking violation, jaywalking, anything at all to get a handle on the flurry of leering eyes and cracked grins that did this to this poor girl. All this, and still there were other cases to deal with since as of right now there was no official way of connecting the cases unless some of the ganger tags, signs, and graffiti from Progen 15 matched these ‘Water Rats.’ It was a little eerie to think they may all be part of the same circumstance, brought together with but one little data-slate by some unknown variable. So many unknowns coupled with what he personally knew but couldn’t talk about made his head swim and thankfully drown out some of the residual horrible still ebbing in the back of his mind that he desperately wished he could unsee. <br><br>“Never a dull moment in service to The Throne.” <br>
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