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    - - - - - - -Chapter Ten - On the way - - - - - - -

    The Rhinos were like all the Rhinos of the Adeptus Arbites. Utilitarian and clean, the hard seats and even harder hull protected them from the worse shocks of the ride, from pot-holes to pot-shots; the Rhino would see them true.

    The Rhino has been in service throughout the history of the Imperium. As an STC vehicle, the Rhino dates back to the distant time of Mankind's initial colonisation of the galaxy. Originally, they were named "RH1 N0 - Tracked Exploration and Multi-defence" - commonly referred to as Rhinos. It was used to explore newly colonised worlds prior to mass expansion, making sure there weren't any alien races waiting in ambush.

    At its most basic level it is an armoured carrier with large tracks designed to cope with any terrain and protect those inside. It is such a basic design that it can be constructed from almost any material and run on any semi-combustible material. As such, the basic design has changed little throughout the years.

    A small fleet of them were lined up on the courtyard as the Honour guard marched out with Proctor Frenius in the lead. The Provost marched out in front with his own little cadre of adjutants; the child-servants that assisted him had been dismissed and replaced by grizzled officers and bodyguards.

    Thall looked around; the deployment had attracted the off-duty Arbites and Cadets. They stood of to the side respectively. The banners of the Arbites and the Precinct flew high and proud, the cloth fluttered as servo-skulls shook them to give the impression of wind in a sealed environment. The crowds cheered and rooted as the Provost exited with his entourage. Thall was about four dozen feet behind the mighty leader.

    “Centre back row Rhino, the one with the marked back” The Proctor’s voice inside the helmets informed the Honour guard. Thall could see it easily, the rhino itself was exactly like any other in the small fleet, painted darkest black with a pintle mounted stormbolter and track covers. The marking was simply a golden braided rope hanging from the carry hooks above the ramp.

    Among the task force, Thall could easily see the Sentinels stomp up the ramp from the vehicle bay towards the main body of the force. The Repressors sat with their engines idling and squad after squad of Arbites stood by their transports ready to mount up.

    Thall marched to a standstill with the other four behind the marked transport. The ramp swung open a moment later, the smell of incense and oil assaulted their collective noses but they ignored it.

    “Arbites!” a voice boomed over the vox system. “In His name! Mount up!”

    Thall stepped inside with practised ease, momentary flashbacks of other deployments flickered in his mind. He found the seats hard and unyielding as usual but at the same time that reassured him that he had drawn the long straw, far away from any possible major engagement. Frenius radioed in that his men were ready and the ramp closed as Cairn sat down beside Thall. Even inside the Rhino Thall could hear the growl of the bikes as they pulled out ahead of the convoy momentarily. A moment later the armoured transport lurched into motion. They were off.

    The plodding sentinels kept up with the tracked vehicles rather well. Their legs mimicking a light jog that any human may do, the menacing heavy flamers were kept unlit for the journey, no need to waste promethium. The roads had been cleared by other patrols long before the deployment. Citizens stood watching in awe as the mechanised might of the Arbites rolled past on display. Several of them started shouting cheers towards them, to some, the arbites were heroes who fought the dark influences from below their own feet. Thall thought it was a interesting parallel to the lower levels, were you were more likely to have a flaming bottle thrown under your tracks or into open tops the lower you went.

    The Proctor looked at his chronometre, “’should be landing in twenty minutes.” He said to no one in particular. He leaned forward and caught the honour guard’s attention with a simple click of his fingers. “If this runs smoothly lads, we have one line in this play, we stand and looked fearsome and hopefully nothing else. The Governor isn’t coming, he’s sending an aide but we are to protect him as if he were the Governor.” The guards nodded in confirmation “The representative however is our highest priority, if he dies then the High Lords would be mighty annoyed, you get my flow?” again they nodded solemnly. “We follow the Representative’s transport to the governor’s palace and we head back, simple” The Proctor laid out for them. “Other than that, this should be easy” he quipped as he leaned back and went back to tinkering with his new toy.

    “You should never say that Proc’” Sven moaned “Now we’re frakked!” The Proctor laughed “Don’t worry Sven, we’ll be ok as long as we keep our heads”

    Thall looked to Cairn with a concerned look, in their line of work; nothing was ever ‘easy’.

    The rumble of the engine increased slightly as the Rhino peeled away from the main convoy towards the spaceport. “ETA fifteen minutes” the driver stated over the internal vox.

    Of all the Arbites in that hold, Sven looked the most out of place, he was holding his shotgun as if he hadn’t seen one in decades, which honestly was probably true, and most snipers never touched them outside of fighting in favour of training with their beloved rifles, which had been left behind for this mission. Grasis seemed too loath and relish the fact he wasn’t driving the vehicle, as a rapid pursuit officer, not many people drove him anywhere, it was usually the other way round. To pass the time he started reading the Book of Judgement data slate that was hung from each of their waists in a protective case, a sure sign of unimaginable boredom.

    “Prep up boys” the driver announced after what seemed an eternity for Thall, the Proctor was to busy checking his new weapon, Grasis had gone silent and Sven was to busy talking with Cairn over something Thall wasn’t listening to.

    Thall popped the hatch and took a look around; they had been waved through spaceport security, he could see the black armoured arbites working the gates, inspecting each and every vehicle that passed through. He dropped back through the hatch a moment later and closed it. Thall grabbed his shotgun from the seat next to where he was sat.

    The Rhino halted abruptly. “End of the line” the driver said as the back ramp dropped down with a thud of finality. “Roger that, on foot from here lads.” The grey rockrete welcomed the five as they dismounted. Thall heard something that he hadn’t heard in years as he stood tall, the whistle of the wind. His head shot up to see something he’d almost forgotten inside the hive. The sky, light grey with clouds and jet streams of arriving and leaving space ships, the long, thick towers of smoke rose from the manufactoriams off in the distance and blanketed vast patches of sky, aiding the atmosphere to that of a typical hive world. Looking towards the Adeptus Mechanicum sector brought the realisation to Thall of just how high up he was. Easily twenty to thirty kilometres up, even with the carapace armour, it was still fraking cold. Since wind wasn’t up so he could hear the murmurs of his team-mates agreeing about the temperature.

    Cairn looked over to the Proctor who seemed to be relishing the cold, “How long we got? The others don’t seem to have shown up.” The Proctor looked again to his chronometre “Anytime now” he called back. “How are you standing this weather?” Cairn asked as he tried to pull up the cloak into his neck to keep warm. “Valhalla native” he smiled back. Cairn sighed; to him this would be warm. The Arbites sent its footsloggers where ever their needed, so the Proctor was probably transferred to Tercius, only to wind up stuck there for the rest of his career save voluntary transfer which was a logistical nightmare in and of itself.

    The Proctor shrugged “As for the others, I have no idea” Cairn turned away to walk next to his sniper-buddy who was too busy taking it the sights of the planet outside the hive.

    Tercius wasn’t like most Hive Worlds in which the outer planet is a smog covered wasteland. The thick forests and still-blue seas still partially remained. There were even towns outside the hives but all with small populations and controlled directly be the nearest hive. Over millennia of growth and the occasional war, it was just the evolution of the planet’s population to congregate in the most heavily defended and supplied areas, and such the first hives were built. Eventually the sky did indeed become covered in smog over the most heavily industrialised areas but the Lucius hive seemed to have escaped that fate.

    Over the years millions upon millions of people arrived either through relocation or immigration. Eventually more and more hives were put up to house them all, and as such the Arbites presence increased as the planetary importance rose, while neither the strategic super-asset like Armageddon or a Forge World, Tercius provided the surrounding sectors with weapons and equipment to wage war. Lucius hive had recently seen another batch of its men go off to fight in the Imperial Guard as the proud 502nd Tercian Heavy Infantry regiment.

    The resounding thunder-crack drew their attention away from surroundings and back to the skies. A blocky figure descended through the clouds and was moving towards the landing pad. As the last vestiges of cloud let go of the craft the Honour guard could see the wings and main body of the craft, it was shaped like a normal Lander from an orbiting mothership.

    “Form up!” The Proctor roared and the four others obeyed, they stood in a line with the shotgun in front of their chests like they did during basic training, their feet parted slightly and facing forwards in parallel to match their actual eye line, dead forward. The Proctor stood in front of them with the bolter in the same position.

    The transport came in slow but steady, the landing lights burst into life and the first sign of refuelling crews began to appear at the outer perimeter of the landing pad. The Lander held for a moment as if hesitating before dropping the last dozen feet to the hard rockrete. The ramp on the underside started to open as the powerful engines died down. The whole craft was about half of the landing pad across which was about eighty metres. So the craft had a wingspan of about forty metres. The ramp touched down and since no other representative had arrived yet, the Proctor stood forward.

    “My lord” he began as the robed figure stood of the ramp and made their way forward flanked by a half dozen bodyguards. “On behalf of the Emperor’s citizens of Tercius, I welcome you sire to our-“ He was stopped momentarily as the figure removed their hood. Revealing not a crinkly old man like what everyone had assumed, but a fairly attractive young woman with deep red hair descending to her shoulders and lightly over the white robe. She looked at the Proctor “Please continue” she smiled sweetly.
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    Author's Note: Just the finishing part to the previous chapter

    - - - - - - -Chapter Ten - On the way part II - - - - - - -

    Clearly stumped suddenly the Proctor did his best to continue “My apologise ma’am, I welcome you to Lucius Hive” He bowed gracefully, there was more to the official greeting but it would seem weird coming from an Arbite.

    The growl of a combat bike answered Thall’s unsaid question. He risked a sharp glance over his shoulder to see the Arbite bike coming to a stop next to their parked rhino at the edge of the landing pad. A ground-car you wouldn’t see out of the upper-levels stopped next to it and several very annoyed looking people bustled out.

    “My lady! My lady, my deepest apologises” A rather hurried looking man shouted as he reached the Proctor. “We were caught in an Adeptus Arbites roadblock they forgot to mention to my our drivers.” He bowed almost to the floor all the while the redhead merely giggled slightly and put a gloved hand in front of her mouth.”I am the Governors personal attaché and his agent until we reach the palace.” Sensing a slight to the Arbites the Proctor turned to the aide, “I assume this roadblock was in the mid?”

    It was now the Arbitrator on the bike approached, sans bike of course. “Proctor, there was a level-four gang incident two blocks away, standard procedure demanded-“ The Proctor silenced him with a raised palm. “Of course, you do your unit credit by leading the honourable governor’s agent to this place to make up for the interruption of their travel.” Completely political, the Proctor could hardly chew out the aide in front of the Adeptus Terra Representative for trying to ignore the law.

    “My lady, On behalf of the people of Emperor’s citizens of Tercius, I welcome you ma’am to our glorious hive Lucius-“ Like the Proctor he was cut off by the smiling woman “I have already been welcomed by the good...?” She asked Frenius turned back to her and bowed “Proctor Frenius deKravic my lady, at your service” she nodded gratefully and took a step forward “I think we have wasted enough of the ground-crews time, they seem anxious to proceed” she declared “If I may suggest that we proceed.”

    As Thall turned to march he could see that the ground-crew, whom had no idea who this woman they were making all the fuss over was, were sat with cleaning tools, fuel pipes and other assorted equipment. The Representative entered the ground-car with the definite style of the highborn, but her six bodyguards followed the Arbites to their Rhino.

    They mounted effortlessly and prepared to roll out. Frenius tapped his vox to the driver, “Follow that ground-car half stalk distance” the vox rasped back “Half stalk roger.” Thall could hear the roar of the powerful engine come to life again from being idle. The motorcycle echoed the same noise as it started.

    Eventually the Rhino lurched forwards and they were off.

    “How far is the palace?” one of the bodyguards asked, her features sharp even in the harsh glow of the lamp of the Rhino’s interior. “About an hour, allowing for traffic.” Grasis responded quickly as he leaned back into the seat. He had probably run the route several times on his bike. The bodyguard seemed rather displeased with it, “An hour eh?” she shared a glance with the others. “How safe is the route?” was her next question, the Proctor answered this one. “If I’m honest, not very, it goes right near a hot-zone of violent activity. Hence why we’re here” she looked displeased again and rightly so, the governors set route was idiotic and overly dangerous, especially if he expected to put on a good show for the Representative. Frenius checked his boltgun one more time either way.

    The first twenty minutes were relatively normal, the arbitrator at the front called in to report some crowds appearing along the roadside but nothing more. The bodyguards asked more questions about the Hive, its structure and the status of various sectors of the Hive. The Proctor was answered them dutifully and to the extent he could. When the bodyguard asked about any major deployments the Proctor told them about the game. “What’s the situation down there?” the lead bodyguard asked. Thall clicked his vox unit on and set it to assigned frequency for the task force.

    “Thall to Farrell, you read me, how are things down there?” He said off-headedly, expecting a simple reply. “At the moment? We’re mildly good, bit of a ruckus but not much more. The game however is brilliant from the bits I’ve seen, Raffan drove through to score-“ He was stopped by the Proctor “We’ll be watching later, don’t spoil it for us” he grinned. “But all good Arbitrator?” Thall finished “All good” Farrell returned before he moved on.

    “Nothing out of the usual then” Frenius nodded to the bodyguard. She started rummaging through her robes, eventually her hands emerged with a laspistol. This caused the Arbites to jerk their weapons to the ready but a calming hand from her stopped them from bringing them to bear. “Just a precaution I assure.”

    One of the body guards, an unassuming woman in the corner of the Rhino’s hold began to heave heavily. “Ride-sick?” Sven asked as he started to reach for an emergency bag under his seat. He was stopped when the woman began to claw at her head, “N-No” she squealed “My head, it hurts!” The previously quiet conversation within the hold stopped and all eyes turned to her. The five other bodyguards began to share worried looks. The man sat next to her wrapped him arm around the now shivering woman “what sort of pain?” Then he said something that completely threw the Arbites. “What do you see?” that sent a spark of alertness through the Arbites. Special units dealt with those gifted with unusual abilities. The Proctor looked to Sven and Cairn who returned the look. Cairn carefully rested his hand on the butt of his laspistol.

    “A Shadow” She hissed just as the vox cried with the voice of the forward Arbitrator “Under-fire!” As if to punctuate his words, rounds started to dance across the hull of the Rhino.
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    Author note: Back to the action

    - - - - - - -Chapter Eleven - All In A Day's Work - - - - - - -

    “Arbites deploy! Defensive formation Gamma-Three!” The Proctor barked as he switched to the mindset of a soldier. The ramp dropped unceremoniously and the Arbites started to pile out. Thall raked the slide of his shotgun as he stood behind Cairn, the sounds of gunfire where unmistakeably autoguns.

    Cairn dropped out first from the Rhino, his shotgun levelled towards the source of the noise. The weapon barked harshly, filling the air with deadly projectiles. “Multiple contact, armed with minor automatics and melee weapons.”

    Thall half-leapt from the hold to the hard rockrete. The sound of gunfire echoed off the pavement and the walls of the surrounding buildings. The whizzing of the bullets screamed into his ears as the ganger adjusted his aim to focus on him. Thall raised the shotgun to take aim on the ganger. The shotgun boasted only rudimentary aiming abilities, a pair of archaic iron sights to line up. The gaudy mesh armour of the ganger filled his view as he charged. Thall twitched his finger and the weapon kicked back into his shoulder. The flash blinded him for a moment, but a millisecond later the flash went and so had most of the ganger’s chest.

    Sven and Grasis exited out the side door away from the incoming gangers. The bodyguards filed out behind them as Frenius exited from the ramp. The boltgun barked into the ganger wielding a stubber, spreading gore and viscera across the solid ground.

    The junction they had stopped at was a simple T-junction that was straddled by a groceries emporium and a residence block, behind them was a normal shopping precinct, a place where juvies and youths liked to spend their free time.

    Each of the bodyguards pulled a weapon from within their robes, the leader held what seemed to be a plasma pistol in one hand and a laspistol in the other. The others held boltpistols or hellpistols in their grips. Opposing them was almost two dozen gangers armed with autoguns or stubbers.

    The ground-car drove behind the Rhino as the bullets danced across the armoured surface. The bolters roared into the cover the gangers had dived behind. The bricks detonated under the assault of exploding munitions.

    The bodyguards moved to protect their charge and the occasional shot rang out from them into the assaulting gangers. Thall watched as a bright blue ball of incandescent plasma burned cleanly through the thin cover into the back of a cowering ganger, his chest was vaporised in an instant and he fell like a bloody doll.

    Thall ducked behind the armoured plate of the Rhino as the shots flew thick and furious. The shotgun barked again but missed as the shot dug into the bricks. Cairn flattened his back up to the Rhino beside Thall. “Just our day” he smiled to his partner.

    The boltgun barked again and again as the Proctor span out from the cover of a nearby ground-car that was parked alongside the road. Grasis ran ahead to cover the Rapid Pursuit Arbitrator. The fact that the dull thuds still boomed from the front of the convoy gave Thall all the reassurance he needed about the safety of the Grasis and the biker arbite.

    Thall raked the shotgun again, the heavy weight almost forgotten in his hands. He danced from behind cover and devastated an unlucky ganger who was trying to close the distance with what looked like a hand grenade in his hand. The explosive fell short and lay of the ground under the bulk of the dead ganger. Thall was back behind cover when the grenade detonated, sending a thin red veil over the facing plate of the Rhino.

    Cairn placed his foot in a ladder rung on the side door of the Rhino, the shotgun forgotten for a moment, replaced by his trusty laspistol. He pulled himself up over the plate to get a shot into the incoming enemy.

    The first las bolt penetrated deep into the chest of a gunner with a autogun sending his aim swinging wildly, causing the now-dead ganger to slice the leg of a nearby friend apart with the last of his clip as he fell. Cairn smirked for a moment before a hail of fire caused him to duck.

    Thall did the same as the volume of fire increased incredibly. “Suppressed!” The Proctor shouted as stubber rounds danced along the rim of his helmet, forcing him down.

    “What the hell?” Sven shouted as he was driven back behind the plate of the Rhino, his shotgun slung in favour of the more accurate laspistol. “These guys got organised quickly.” He bit as a round scrapped against his thigh. Thall risked a glance to the Representative and her guards. It seemed she and the agent of the governor were taking cover behind their own ground-car as the bodyguards fought desperately, the strange one being hauled behind the car with a stain of red discolouring her white cloak.

    Thall’s eyes widened as he saw the Representative take aim with a boltpistol and placing two accurate shots through the gangers, her arms instinctively riding the recoil before ducking again from the sheer volume of fire. Where in the Emperor's holy wash basin did she learn to shoot like that? He had no time to contemplate the question as another hail of rounds sparked against the plate next to him. He ducked away by reflex and bit a curse that would make old soldiers blush.

    Luckily retribution and salvation was delivered in the form of the Rhino’s stormbolter. It trained on the incoming gangers and roared gloriously. The crescendo of bolts blowing apart rockrete, mesh and muscle in a horrifying display of military strength. To Thall, who was stood almost under the thing, it sounded like an entire Imperial Guard artillery battery had opened up in all its rage, Cairn laughed as he clamped his hands of his ears. The normal sound of a stormbolter wasn’t disturbingly loud, but the weapon was now on belt-fed automatic and the sounds were reverberating off the surrounding walls. It brought a grim smile to Cairn as the weapon fired in prolonged bursts.

    The volume of fire against the Arbites diminished only slightly, a remotely operated stormbolter on full-automatic wasn’t exactly renowned for its accuracy. It was more likely the driver was firing for suppression, but if he hit then it would hurt the unfortunate ganger a lot.

    “Damn their persistent” Cairn swore a moment before a feral cry ripped his attention upwards.

    Atop the Rhino was a screaming man; on his arm was a jagged claw-like weapon that seemed to attach his left hand. Cairn stood in slight shock, unsure of how to proceed. The man dropped onto the chest of the Arbitrator, pushing the wind from his lungs and sending him to the ground.

    Before Cairn could blink the hand weapon swiped down, slicing the top layer of armaplas like is was paper. Cairn, in a moment of panic, cried out as he pulled his laspistol to bear on the feral ganger. Three las bolts punched into his chest but if he felt pain, he didn’t show it.

    A deafening boom broke into the air. The ganger was sent flailing to the ground with a spray of dark coloured blood. A sharp look to his left showed Thall pumping the arbites shotgun. A second shot flung the body further across the ground leaving a red smear. Another pump sent a spent shell tumbling to the ground. Cairn rolled to his feet while un-slinging his own shotgun. Cairn trained his weapon on the prone target.

    Thall nodded to him as he flipped back to fighting the main force that was pressing against them. The Proctor fired a tight grouping into the ground-car across from him, the shots punched in the engine, causing the car to detonated violently, sending a large plume of thick smoke and fire racing about the area. The smoke provided however, excellent cover.

    “Thall! With me” the Proctor shouted as he sprinted forward with his bolter in his grip. The Arbitrator followed easily, the shotgun covering the few clear areas of the sudden smoke.

    The two moved through the smoke, the quickly pulled up balaclavas cutting out a lot of the smoke from being pulled through into their lungs. The two appeared behind a ganger holding a sawn-off shotgun and howling madly. A swift pull of the trigger from the shotgun ended him.

    The Proctor raised his bolter down the blood-stained street. Multiple gangers were pushing up to the forward line. Thall choked back a horrible sight, purple clothes and iconography.

    Thall’s aim steadied as he felt himself fill with a fury and rage he hadn’t in years. The shotgun roared his anger again and again. “Lasgun on the left!” The Proctor called to his Arbitrator. Thall tracked to the left, he saw the man the Proctor meant, the green lasgun was pulled to the perps' shoulder and he was clearly aiming to kill his target.

    The shotgun fired its lump of shot towards the target. A piece of shot scored across the nose of the ganger, ripping it clear of the moorings and resulting in a bloody cry from the ganger. The second shot punched into his chest, reducing it to a mushy pulp.

    Thall sprinted forwards as he shoved shell after shell into the weapon while the bolts from the Proctor flew past him. The stormbolter continued to fire through the cover the gangers hid behind.

    The two Arbites went to work. Thall took another ganger down with a firm blast from his shotgun while the Proctor accurately painted the nearby scenery. Cairn and the bodyguards provided a nice barrage of fire into the main ganger line, felling one every few seconds with a well placed hell bolt or executioner round. The flash of the plasma whizzed past, usually vaporising whatever it hit.

    The gangers were hiding in doorways and behind small alcoves of waist high walls. Their shots in return to the disciplined fore of the Arbites was surprisingly accurate and disciplined themselves surprisingly.

    Thall moved to the corner of the junction, the shotgun slide clacking away every few seconds. Frenius moved behind him slapping in a fresh bolter clip. Thall kneeled as he reloaded, the Proctor swung out over him and let loose with the bolter. The shell casings flew out almost a metre away to the ground. The Proctor growled as he fell two of the idiotic gangers.

    A cry called out across the junction. Thall span to loo, the Rhino blocked his view and before he could move to investigate a new wave of bullets broke into the junction as more gangers seemed to appear from nowhere.

    Cairn however was in position to help; he jogged carefully towards the front of the convoy to see the combat bike on its side and Grasis clutching at the gaping wound in his stomach. The poor rapid pursuit Arbitrator was dead, his helmet split open by gunfire.

    Sven was in an alcove to the right of Cairn, the shells littering the floor around him and dozens of down gangers to show for it.

    Another half dozen almost rabid gangers pressed forward, these were armed with melee weapons such as axes or clubs unlike the gun-wielding gangers that had attacked from the junction.

    A ganger was stood over Grasis with an axe more in place with an Ork instead of a human. A vicious snarl on his bloodied chewed lips twisted into a freakish parody of a smile. He raised his crude axe into the air. The pale skin was contrasted with the patches of blood that were scattered in his arms and chin.

    Cairn loosed a shotgun blast into the attacking criminal, sending the villain to the ground in a pulpy mesh. “Sit down” He growled as he one-headedly pumped the shotgun like the heroes of the holo-dramas.

    The others four gangers looked towards the Arbitrator with the looks of dazed animals for a moment before their faces turned to angry masks.

    Cairn stood over the wounded Grasis in a defensive posture. He saw one of the autogun-wielding gangers behind the melee warriors pointed towards the Arbitrator and roaring orders. One of the axe wielding crazies charged deftly across the open ground, over the fallen motor bike, towards the Arbitrator. Cairn loosed a shot into the charging ganger. The buckshot ripped the stomach away from the ganger who just kept coming nonetheless. After a few steps the ganger stumbled slightly as the adrenaline began to run thin. A second tap of the weapon put the ganger down as the shot removed the potato from off his shoulders.

    The other three drove forward as a group. Sven fired a blast into one of the group, shredding his thigh in a horrible display of potency of the weapon. This deliberated the ganger by a little but otherwise did nothing but add a rather bad limp to the berserk ganger.

    Cairn added another shot to the barrage. The ganger was spread out on his back completely devastated. Out the corner of his eye, Cairn could see the next maddened ganger holding a spiked club. Cairn was disturbed to see that the ganger’s skin was bleached white save the blood stains leaking from his mouth. His eyes were reduced to pin-prick black dots. Cairn started to drag the shotgun to bear but time was agonizingly slow to him. The club was falling down towards his head and there was very little he could do.

    A sharp, deafening crack boomed into Cairn’s ears as a bolt smashed into the ganger, throwing him to the floor in an eruption of flesh and red liquid. A quick glance over his shoulder showed the Representative of all people, wielding a boltpistol in one-hand, a devious smile and a wink to the Arbitrator. He couldn’t help himself but laugh at the sight.

    The laugh almost cost Cairn his head as the last ganger crossed the distance in an instant. The jagged sword-like weapon scrapped against the black armour in a shower of tiny golden sparks. Cairn fell back under the assault with a thud, the ganger falling on top of the Arbite as his momentum carried him forward. Cairn thrust his armoured gauntlet into the chest of his attacker, for that he was rewarded with a dull noise as the fist smashed a rib or two. The maddened eyes bore into the visor of the Arbite. Cairn got a long whiff of the stench that emanated from the mouth of the ganger. Narcotics teams would have a field day with some of the odours Cairn smelt. In return for the burning of his sense of smell, Cairn drove his forehead in the gangers. Subtle difference being that Cairn’s head was wrapped in armaplas and the ganger had a purple headband. The resulting impact ran through both men but arguably the ganger more. Cairn used the sudden advantage to wedge his shotgun underneath the ganger’s centre mass and use it as leverage to throw the degenerate.

    With a defiant humph! The ganger was rolled off and Cairn rose to his feet swiftly. He placed the shotgun into the chest of the criminal and prepared to pull on the trigger. Only for it to click empty. Typical he thought. The perpetrator grinned as he gripped the end of the gunmetal weapon and twisted it out of Cairn’s hands with the assistance of a deft kick to the Arbitrator’s arm; the weapon went skittering across the rockrete. The ganger hauled himself up as if he was unaffected by Cairn previous attacks. The criminal roared some wordless challenge as he threw his fist towards Cairn. The Arbite brought his arms up in a standard fighting stance, a swift block using the vambrace sent the fist away. The Arbitrator returned with a staunch uppercut to the ribs followed with a strong punch to the upper chest. Both of which didn’t seem to affect the drugged and crazy fighter.

    The ganger smashed his right fist into the helmet of the Arbite only to receive an elbow to the armpit and side of the chest. The ganger laughed it off as he salivated. The two exchanged another handful of blows before Cairn drove his fist across the chin of the ganger, sending a along gout of blood to the pavement. The ganger fought back with three open-palm strikes to the head of Cairn, no use breaking your knuckles hitting something that hard when the palm does just as well.

    The ganger drove his forearm into the neck joint followed by a whip-like strike into the exposed mouth of Cairn, causing him to bite his lip hard, splitting the skin and filling his mouth with deep red blood.

    Cairn spat the blood free as he drove back with a gauntlet to the under-protected stomach and solar plexus. Normally this would drive the wind from any perp’ and send them to the floor but this guy just kept coming.

    Cairn and the ganger grappled each other by the shoulder and their faces were forced next to each other, the fight become one of weight and leverage, sheer physical strength only playing a part in forcing your opponent one way or another. The heavy armour gave the Arbite the distinct advantage and that became clear to the ganger after Cairn threw him roughly to the ground. The ganger called some sort of underhive curse and stood again.

    The criminal unleashed a wide roundhouse kick, aiming directly for the head of Cairn. Cairn responded by gripping the leg mid kick. “Gaze into the fist of the law!” Cairn scowled as he drove his free fist into the now exposed region of the ganger. The agonised cry echoed around Cairn, blocking out the now-dull thuds of a stormbolter running desperately out of ammo. Even Sven winced as the ganger dropped holding himself and shivering.

    The autogun thugs were clearly displeased and trained their weapons against the Arbite only for a pair of bolts to silence them instantly.

    Cairn turned to the still smirking representative and nodded thanks. Her bodyguards were making a good account for themselves backing up Thall and Frenius’ mad attack into the firing line of the gangers. Sven moved to Grasis and began to look over his wounds. Cairn wiped the blood from his mouth and took a deep breath, whoever said fighting in carapace armour was easy was lying.
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    good stuff a nice little fist fight there.
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    - - - - - - -Chapter Twelve - From an unexpected quarter - - - - - - -

    The roar of battle boomed through the streets, youths and adults alike began sticking their heads around corners and out of windows to see the commotion. Where they thought that it was a gang scuffle they met the imposing figures of the Adeptus Arbites. Many were sent scurrying away, fearing a block raid or worse. Some stayed to see the whirling destruction and devastation of the battle. The groceries emporium’s great panoramic windows were smashed by the errant gunfire, by ganger or Arbite origin was unknown. The shoppers huddled as far away as possible and curled up praying fervently. The crowds that had come to see the Arbites transports roll past had dispersed as soon as the first shot had rang out. Many escaped the violence but an unlucky handful had been caught in the crossfire and now lay bleeding or dead on the cold, hard ground.

    The Proctor leaned out from the sturdy pillar and loosed the last handful of shots into the gangers; many of the shots missed wildly and blew chucks out of the masonry behind them. As he whipped back into the relative safety of the rockrete he grabbed at his vox-horn “I say again, Proctor Frenius and Honour guard with charge under fire on-“ a las bolt loosed a small chunk of pillar by his head causing him to flinch. Thall belted out a las bolt of his own from his position in retaliation. “-We are under fire on twenty-nine-one and east, area three mid-level three, we need immediate assistance, over!” He ripped the empty clip from his weapon and threw it away as he pulled a full one from his belt and slapped it home.

    “Proctor Frenius” the vox crackled “We are unable to deploy reinforcements at this time; there is a citizen riot in progress in area six, mid-level four” The Proctor almost ripped the vox-horn from his armour but stopped himself short by blasting a overeager ganger who charged at them with a single bolt to the chest. “Frak!” He shouted however as he did. He grabbed the vox-horn again “Look! We have the Representative of the Adeptus Terra, the frakking High Lords, here! You hear me! She dies and we’re all up for personal one-on-one frak sessions with whatever the High Lords send this way as punishment!” He roared into the vox, Frenius whipped round the corner and continued roaring as he blew two gangers away with a half dozen shots. Overkill but it definitely helped his current rage issue.

    “Targets closing from behind!” A bodyguard roared over the vox to the Proctor who craned his neck around to see the half dozen huge gangers approach with more mêlée weapons. He whipped round to train his boltgun on the lead before the ganger swung his axe and tore the Arbite apart. To his surprise the big man walked straight past the two black armoured arbites and instead broke into a full-on charge into the purple perps’.

    The charging men roared something unintelligible and set about bloodily murdering the purple gangers as they loosed round after round into them. Thall immediately had a mini-flash back to the big guy from the block war, but these seemed a bus load more insane and blood-thirsty.

    The overdeveloped muscles swung the gore-stained axes again and again ripping flesh, muscle and bone with contemptible ease. The bronze coloured weapons glimmered as the overhead lighting of the hive struck them in a grim fashion. The Proctor looked to Thall and gestured back to the Rhino. Thall nodded in return while watching the slaughter with detached disgust.

    Cairn pulled Grasis back to the Rhino with the aid of Sven. Thall rounded the armoured plate as one of the bodyguards began to administer first aid to the wounded arbite. “What happened to you? Joy girl turn you down? Wouldn’t be the first time.” Thall joked to Cairn as he started methodically reloading his shotgun. Cairn shrugged dismissively “Who are the big guys?” Sven asked as he looked past the armour plate to see the slaughterhouse in the making. “Don’t know, don’t care” The Proctor shrugged “Our first priority is to protect the Representative. He looked to the redhead as she was talking to the wounded bodyguard. “We don’t have the time or manpower to deal with inter-gang warfare at the moment.” Cairn sighed “Not the first time we let two gangs kill each other to save manpower” The Proctor grunted “Exactly.” The Proctor checked the cycling bolt on the boltgun “We finish them off after their finished with each other.” The other arbites nodded as they readied their weapons.

    The sounds of auto fire died down and the wet squelch of sundered flesh and spilt blood rose in it place. The roar of the victors echoed through the junction. Thall stuck his head around the plate of the Rhino. Only two of the berserkers in red remained, their simple clothes were dripping with the remains of the purples. Their tanned hides were pot-marked with tell-tale bullet wounds and gash marks, the wounds bled openly as the two went about removing the heads of the dead gangers.

    “They seem finished” Thall reported as he turned back to his compatriots. The Proctor motioned for the Arbites to fan out and the moving Arbites responded, the bodyguards took up positions to aid them as they followed the actions of the Representative. The Governors Aide stood to the side as looked about in revulsion at the signs of battle. The Arbitrators stood far apart and each raised their weapon against the two. The two looked up and saw the impromptu gun line. The closer of the two roared again and began his mad charge against the Arbites. The Proctor began by blasting a bolt into the chest of the man, the meat on his chest reduced to bloody chunks but still he came charging. The hellpistols and shotguns barked into the enraged ganger. The muscle and fleshy tissue was torn away in the deadly hail of gunfire. As the first dropped the second leapt over the corpse with a maddened look in his eyes. The thick beard matted with the blood of the purples. A bolt to the head and a half dozen hell bolts to the sternum dropped him rather quickly.

    Cairn pumped the shotgun in one hand and slung it over his shoulder again. The two gang troops were dead or running for their lives. Thall went back to the groaning form of Grasis as the bodyguard finished tying the last bandage around his now exposed mid-section. Frenius grabbed the vox-horn and clicked it on to report to control. Cairn turned and walked back to where the corpse of the ganger that leapt on top of the Rhino was left.

    With a firm kick he rolled the corpse over and immediately the body came under scrutiny, something about the weapon he used didn’t ring true with Cairn. It didn’t take him long to realise what. “By the Emperor” he breathed as he straightened the arm out to it full length. Easily long enough to touch his knee without stooping; the arm itself was hard to the touch. The like cells of the skin had formed some primitive armour. The arm was thinner then the ganger’s opposite arm which looked, other than the gang markings, looked completely normal. “Nasty piece of work that.” Sven said as he crouched beside Cairn and looked at the arm himself. The hand-weapon however started to ring alarms bells within Cairn’s head. There was no hand, only a mutated claw in its place, it didn’t look like the result of some sick surgery though that didn’t stop the Arbite from wishing it was. It seemed natural and the claws seemed absurdly sharp, at least sharp enough to rend through the carapace armour with little effort.

    “Oh dear” murmured a woman behind him and Cairn craned his head around to see the Representative looking down, her sky-blue eyes taking in the intricateness of the mutant arm. Cairn stood and looked at her “Such things are unfortunately a common side effect of living in the underhive, regular purity checks and corrections are difficult to carry out due to the unruly nature of the area.” She turned to him with a hard gaze “To attain this there must have been an unknown number of generations of genetic-deviant inter-breeding. My apologises my lady for failing to purge the mutant element sooner.” The Representative shook her head “No need to apologise Arbitrator, no matter how firm the grasp, cells always slip through.” Cairn looked to the body again. “Resilient little buggers” The redhead quipped to the amusement of Sven and Cairn.

    “My lady” the Aide moved to the Representative “I must insist that we continue on if you are unharmed” She smiled and nodded. “However, given the situation” She looked to the Arbitrator “May I be allowed to be transported in the Rhino?” Cairn looked to the Proctor who was still busy talking away on the vox-horn. “I’m sure it can be arranged.”
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    i hope someone realises whats coming for them. if i ever saw a guy with a `stealers arm id kill myself right there and then!
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    More apologizes my lords, a persistent bout of cold, jobhunting and District 9 had stopped me, but since tomorrow is saturday I can spend more of it writing.
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    More apologizes my lords, a persistent bout of cold, jobhunting and District 9 had stopped me, but since tomorrow is saturday I can spend more of it writing.
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    - - - - - - -Chapter Thirteen - Onwards - - - - - - -

    The Rhino rolled through the streets with almost reckless abandon. Ground-cars were smashed out of the way of the armoured transport. The aide’s ground car followed in its wake. The Representative sat in the armoured hold of the Rhino. To the Proctor, she looked completely at ease surrounded by armed soldiers. Grasis was sat next to the medic of the bodyguards. Thall kept the strange woman in his sight. The Representative looked to the Arbite “Issue?” She asked pointedly.

    Thall spoke before he really thought over what he was saying. “You didn’t declare your psyker upon arrival. That’s a capital offence.” He held the two of them in his gaze. “Oh yes” the Representative laughed innocently “May I declare her now?” The Proctor looked to her and nodded his head. “May I introduce Relena of the Adeptus Astra Telepathica, my personal psyker.” The thin woman nodded who despite her full young form, her hair was prematurely white, probably from the stress of her job. The red on her cloak showed off that it was her who the mutant-gangers had hit. The bandages underneath showed that she would probably be fine.

    Cairn was too busy musing over the dead mutant who was currently stashed in the ‘meat-locker’. A cold-storage compartment built into Arbite Rhinos to transport perps’ to the precinct for trial.

    “How many generations would it take for those sorts of mutations to appear?” Cairn openly thought. “Don’t they know genetic-deviant breeding is illegal?” He snarled before catching a glare from Relena. “But sanctioned mutations are completely legal” He smiled weakly.

    Relena continued to glare as the Rhino rolled along. The ride was thankfully quiet for the Arbites and their guests. Within minutes of the incident the Provost contacted the Proctor, who cleared everything up in short order.

    Grasis wasn’t listening to any of the conversation that didn’t directly involve him. He was too busy staring as a set of dog tags in his left gauntlet. The Rapid Pursuit Arbitrator’s dog tags. He swore quietly under his breath. At first seemed as if they could hold them, the gangers, back with nothing more than the bolters on the bike and the shotguns they both had. But soon they were surrounded, and while Sven helped it was too late. A lucky round winged the Arbitrator and he fell on his **** as he covered Grasis. The shotgun in his grip was still blasting away even as stream of bullets walked up his chest. He pocketed the dog tags in one of his belt pouches. The shotgun lay across his knees, fully loaded. He flicked his gaze around; the quiet conversation had started again, admittedly a little coyer then the previous use of language from the first part. The diver estimated that the trip would take about thirty minutes as they passed into the upper-levels. The area where elite reigned from and ignored the rest of the hive, preferring to revel in the idiotic gossip of the rest of the Imperium.

    On Grasis’ homeworld, such people would have thrown to the Kraken and the ever-churning seas. They considered themselves lords and ladies, greater than the rest of the populace. Grasis had seen true lords, giants clad in grey plasteel and wearing the pelts of the native wolves.

    “So what’s the Governor like?” The Representative asked as she leaned back into the hard seat with her arms crossed. Frenius mulled the question for a moment “It is not our place to say” he said eventually. The Representative raised an eyebrow “That bad?” she smiled. “Lord Macekre has had to make some difficult choices in his reign, not all of them popular.” The Proctor conceded.

    Thall looked away, unpopular was an understatement. The current governor seemed to go to great lengths to undo all the good work his predecessor had laid down. Food and medical aid for the underprivileged, proper education for the underhive as well as revamping the entire socio-structure of the hives, Lord Hericius’ only flaw was the fact that in his later years, either through grief over his lost children or the weight of the command, he had seemed to go rather insane, eventually opting to sign up for the Imperial Guard and leaving Tercius only to die valiantly in battle if the current governor was to be believed.

    His new replacement, a member of a relatively young house, had taken over after a rather quiet bout of house-to-house political warfare. The ‘Lord’ Macekre, had, as he stated, returned glory to Tercius. It seemed, to Thall anyway, that his version of glory was massive banquets, parades and mass contributions to the Imperial Guard. Which while that pacified the Departmento Munitorum, it had royally annoyed the Adeptus Mechanicus, as he had conscripted from the areas where the Mechanicus drew its workforce from, the Governor described them as the ‘dregs of society who must prove their worth to the Immortal Emperor’. The only institutions he hadn’t messed directly with seemed to be the Adeptus Arbites and the Adeptus Astra Telepathica.

    The people had begged for Hericius not to leave, they couldn’t stop begging for Macekre to go as soon as possible.

    “I would expect for you my lady” Cairn began, “A rather extravagant arrival” He noted the strange look that appeared on her face, one of slight amusement and almost relief.

    To say that is was extravagant was an understatement. A large luscious red carpet lined the road, lining the carpet was almost a hundred sets of holo-capturers and vox-recorders. The lights flickered as the ground-car drove past. Thousands of standing upper-level citizens applauded loudly as the ground-car passed. There was an undercurrent of music but it was eliminated by the ovation as the mini-convoy drew to a halt. The large majority of media gathered around the ground car and even the footmen of the palace marched towards the passenger door and forged a path towards the main doors of the palace.

    When the ramp of the Rhino dropped and two battle-scarred Arbites walked out however, the crowd turned in surprise. Unsure of how to respond, it was only now that they seemed to notice the dents and scratches on the two vehicles. Immediately the Arbites were bombarded with questions from a hundred voices at once. Thall looked to Cairn as the journalists pressed on with useless and self-evident questions. Cairn half-shrugged and the two stood strong against the throngs of the people. The smiling Representative exited next to the jubilation of the crowd, as if she was some sort of holo-star, she had easily the looks and manner to be thought Thall. Her bodyguards exited afterwards and formed a defensive circle around her. Relena stood where the crowd could not easily see the blood stain. Only the Representative had her hood down allowing her hair to flow free. Her warm grin shone as the crowd melted form in front of her. The Aide exited from the ground-car but no one seemed interested, much to his chagrin.

    Soon she had disappeared into the entry of the palace. The Arbites stood and sighed. The Proctor leaned against the Rhino’s hull and exhaled deeply. “Easy, they said” He half-moaned. Thall watched as the citizens who weren’t invited in, otherwise known as most of them, start to disperse each alive in conversation with their partners and groups. Thall caught a snippet of conversation about the Representative’s hair. Thall groaned ashamedly. They clearly didn’t understand what a Representative of the Adeptus Terra could mean for the Hive, the world even. She could declare the whole world in need of mass reformation and penitence if she wished. In fact she could probably do anything barring mass extermination of the population without consent of her bosses.

    A few of them threw dirty glances at the Arbites and their vehicle. Thall looked down his armour; he was again covered in grim and dust, his perfectly polished eagle and badge were covered in a light covering of soot. They each looked a mess and Cairn chuckled. Compared to the perfect skin, fair hair, expensively dressed upper-level folk, then they probably did look like a group who just spent a few hours down a mine shaft.

    “Let’s call it a day” The Proctor sighed as he hauled himself back into the Rhino. The lights were diming as he did; the Hive was entering the night cycle mirroring the world outside, soon the streets would fill with teens and young adults all seeking what they described as a ‘good time’, usually ending up intoxicated and in some cases violent. The Thall and the others didn’t have to worry about that themselves, they weren’t scheduled to do that.

    The ride back was quiet and in some strange way, relaxing. No one shot at them and they received no calls to respond to emergency situations. Thall chuckled as he saw that Cairn had dropped off completely in his seat. Grasis didn’t seem far off either. From block wars to mutants, It had been a long day for all of them.
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    well im not ill, but i did see that film, very good
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    - - - - - - -Chapter Fourteen - Waiting and Watching - - - - - - -

    Corbal sat in his makeshift office in the Fifth Armoury administration building. The pict-screen in the corner jabbered on but he wasn’t listening to it, the ceiling was providing much better entertainment then the drivel the machine whined. The office was sparsely decorated, aside from a chair, a table and a cogitator, there wasn’t much to this office save the file cabinet and the aforementioned pict-caster, there was barely enough room for the Captain himself. He desperately wanted to sleep as he reclined in his seat with his feet up on the desk. The annoying flak armour discarded for the moment. The data-slates that decorated the desk shoved to one side to allow the heavy booted feet space to rest.

    The door opened slowly and a soldier entered a moment after declaring “Excuse me sir”. “Captain Corbal” the soldier saluted as he entered, “Yes Jacob?” The Captain smiled to the underling. “Third platoon has been billeted sir” the lieutenant responded crisply. “Good work Lieutenant” the Captain smiled, hoping the officer would leave quickly, but it seemed something the pict-screen said caught the said officer’s ear. “Oh, is that the agent of the higher ups?” Word had spread among the soldiery that a Representative had was arriving to inspect the hive. “She’s pretty” the young soldier awed at her face as she appeared on the screen. The Captain looked at the screen, and he had to agree, though after spending the last five months with almost three thousand soldiers in an exceedingly warm barracks would make anyone else look like an angel.

    The Tercian 509th Regiment was the latest of many newly founded units formed from the Planetary Defence Force’s upper-crust. However the recent spate of recruiting had meant that the number of new regiment didn’t match the number of available transports to move them to the nearest warzone. The Departmento Munitorum had told the regiment that a proper troopship would be in their system that could accommodate them and their equipment. They told them that almost six months ago and the governor didn’t want to annoy the Departmento Munitorum by dispatching the three regiments that were still on planet without proper orders or even a proper destination to go to.

    “I wonder if she’ll tour the armoury” the Lieutenant openly asked. The Captain doubted that very much, pretty face like that? She wouldn’t be able to tell a guardsman from an Astartes. No, he thought, she would spend all her time with the high society being fawned over by dozens of hand servants and eating the finer foods before finally leaving with a full stomach and only half a brain cell of what life was actually like on Tercius under the upper-levels and high spires.

    “I wouldn’t get your hopes up lieutenant” Corbal said eventually, “We have bigger worries other then the spit shine on our boots.” The Lieutenant turned to the older Captain. “You think we’ll really move into the underhive sir?”

    Corbal looked at the young officer as he sat straight, his chance at sleep ruined; he was barely out of his teens and was now expected to lead almost fifty men into battle against traitors, xenos and mutants. He looked genuinely scared that his first of those battles would be spent killing his countrymen of the very hive he had come from. Since they hadn’t left yet they had resumed their previous duty of planetary defence troops, albeit in separate barracks and command structure. The former PDF officers had been divided out to provide a definitive command structure for the burgeoning regiments. Unfortunately there wasn’t enough to fill all the platoon commander slots. Only first company in their regiment had ‘experienced’ lieutenants, the rest were equally as new as the troops they commanded.

    “Maybe Lieutenant, maybe” The Captain lied, it was almost a foregone conclusion by this point that they would at least move to control, if not crush the gangs entirely. To move so many men and so much equipment and not use deploy them would reflect badly on the governor to the PDF commanders and the media. The Arbites were pretty much thing that could halt the operation through annihilation of the gangs save a visit from the Emperor Himself.

    “We go where were needed Jacob, we are the Imperial Guard, remember that” The Captain propped up as he saw the Lieutenants face drop sullenly. “If we must move in then I expect a proper performance from my troops and my officers, no matter the enemy, is that understood.”

    “Sir Yes sir” the lieutenant said proudly despite what his face showed. The Lieutenant saluted and then exited the office, leaving the Captain and the pict-screen. He watched as the camera pan over the ground-car and the attendant Arbites and their Rhino, both with visible damage to their surfaces and what looked to be slashes on one Arbites’ armour.

    “Just what are we gonna’ face in there” Corbal said quietly.
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    Sounds like this is gonna get good
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    indeed. more please
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    Author Note: Minor update tonight hopefully, just got a double whammy of Arkham Asylum and Section 8... and Fallout 3 Broken Steel...

    - - - - - - -Chapter Fifteen - Recuperation - - - - - - -

    The Rhino sallied back into the courtyard after an hour and a half, almost three hours after it departed earlier that day. Task Force Carnodon was still out on patrol and suppression actions. Last Thall heard, the Provost was leading a combat team into a suspected gambling den. The teams had finished playing about an hour ago and now the Imperial law keepers had to deal with the aftermath.

    As the Rhino slowed to a halt near the main building, a team of Arbite Medical and a Forensics team moved forward. The Rhino’s ramp dropped and the Arbites exited. Thall nodded to the four Cadets holding a steel cradle. They were here to carry the fallen Arbite that was sharing the space with a mutant. Thall resisted the urge to spit in disgust. He merely opened the casket and allowed the team to extract the body. They placed the body into the cradle reverently, Grasis moved towards the body and reached into his pocket. The dog tags jangled as they were removed from the pouch. Grasis looked to them again before sighing. He placed them on the chest of the fallen Arbitrator. The shotgun laid beside the body as the team took him away to be consecrated and buried.

    Thall held no such respect for the ganger; he gripped the hard flesh of the mutant arm and almost ripped the dead corpse from the simple container. The Medical team held a far less ornate stretcher, ready to accept the corpse. Thall heaved the straggly offender onto the white fabric. The dark blood immediately started to stain the cloth.

    With a dismissive gesture Thall sent the Forensic team on their way. He turned to the others and looked to the Proctor. Frenius removed his helmet and pulled back his balaclava. He breathed deep as he waved the squad up towards the main building.

    The doors swung open for the five Arbites. The menials bowed low as the Proctor entered with a grim face. his bolter held in his grip and his black cloak flowing behind him. Thall and the others till had their helmet on and marched in behind the Proctor in a box formation.

    Cairn had to stifle a laugh as he saw the faces of the Cadet, menials and the citizens at the front desk. They must have looked like something straight out of a holo-drama. The previous commotion died immediately as they entered. Once again the boots stomped in mud and debris into the previously clean white floors. This time however, Thall didn’t care what the menials thought. The Arbitrators on the desk stood straight and saluted to the returning honour guard.

    One young child, probably accompanying a parent to the precinct wondered out from the queue and stood in front of the Proctor. A woman, Thall assumed the child’s mother darted out to scoop up the boy form the implacable Arbite march. She whimpered an apology and bowed low to the Proctor. Frenius stopped and looked the woman with his hardened features. The woman seemed to shrink into her manufactoriam overalls even further.

    The four others drew to a halt behind the Proctor. Thall could hear an almost inaudible growl emanate from Frenius. Thall shot a quick glance to Sven who returned it, was the Proctor going to charge them with Impediment of an Arbite?

    The Proctor reached to his waist, hovering over the marker gun. The thick armoured fingers delved down. Thall held his breath, was the Proctor in that bad of a mood, Thall felt for the loss of a comrade too but even he wasn’t about to pull a ‘Arbitrator Fear’, a holo-drama character from a factually incorrect series about the Arbites, renowned for his harsh nature and strict adherence to the law, even more than the standard most Arbites held themselves too.

    The hand of the Proctor whipped quicker than Thall could follow. The woman almost shrieked in terror before she saw what the Proctor was holding. A simple grox flavoured ration bar. The child reached out from his mother’s arms and took hold on the silver wrapping. The Proctor broke a smile and the crowd let their combined breath go. A wave of relief washed over all of them as the Proctor ruffled the hair of the child and continued his march onwards.

    The five entered the preparation hall and started to relive themselves of their armour. They changed in silence. The weight of the day starting to push on each of them, mentally and physically. Cairn was the first to sigh audibly. “What a day” he said laconically. “First those kids, then the block war, then that!” He shook his head and sighed again. Thall looked to his partner and shook his head.

    The shotguns hung from the racks and the laspistol were returned to their places. The once clean armour was placed back into the lockers. The Proctor sat on the bench that lead down the centre of the aisle. He rubbed his face with sweat lined hands. “We are now officially off duty” The Proctor said from underneath his palms, he dropped his hands on his lap. “Squad, dismissed” The four other saluted sharply and promptly left the hall.

    The Proctor was left alone in the preparation hall. He reached to a stack of papers on an inside shelf in his locker. He pulled one free and laid it on his lap. He also took a stylus. The title on the paper read ‘Official Record of the Deceased’ and with a final sigh he started to fill out the form, he hated doing these forms.

    Thall sat down into a padded seat in the refectory. The grox-bun in his hand had a massive bite taken from it. The hall was quiet due to the distinct lack of Arbites in the precinct and the usual tone of muted conversation that took place that happened within the large walls of the refectory. The servitors bussed trays of food back and forth between the tables of Arbites, several off-duty administratum drones and menials.

    As he chewed his way through the meat he thought on today’s events. What was that mutation being the main question that filled his mind.

    Cairn dropped into the seat opposite from the pondering Thall. The clearly tired Arbitrator put on a lazy smile “Good grox today?” he asked. Thall chewed a few more seconds before responding “Reprocessed, as usual” he mumbled. “Good, my favourite” Cairn laughed as he waved down a servitor and ordered one himself.

    “What the hell was that arm?” Cairn asked as he slouched in the seat. “If he asked for that I’d ask for a refund.” He quipped as the servitor returned with his food. “Thanks” he nodded to the servitor despite the uselessness of the gesture. Thall took another bite as the servitor wandered off on it caterpillar tracks. “Perhaps a purge in the underhive would be needed” Thall said. “Some serious purging needed in the hive overall” Cairn said off-handily. “Bit harsh don’t ya think?” Thall glared at his friend. “You see what those claws did to me!” Cairn stressed with the slight humour.

    The two sat talking, drinking a small stream of recaf and eating the reprocessed grox buns. They were only disturbed by the rumbling of Task Force Carnodon.
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    again, good stuff. nice pace.
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    Author note: "Cold has come back with a vengeance, hopefully it will clear up soon so I can get back on schedule"

    - - - - - - -Chapter Sixteen - Outcome - - - - - - -

    Thall and Cairn exited the refectory with their third round of grox buns. The growl of the Rhinos and Repressors could be heard from the courtyard; the occasional Castigator Riot Vehicle lingered among them but was otherwise overshadowed by the up-gunned Repressors the Tercius Arbites were in the habit of deploying.

    The two Arbitrators exited into the courtyard expecting to see the entire Task Force, they saw only a handful of vehicles. A couple of Sentinel pilots walked up towards the main precinct in a hurried gait. “Where’s the fire?” Cairn quipped as the Arbitrator approached. The pilot was panting as she halted in front of the off-duty Arbites. “Frak hit the fan downtown.” She panted, “We just returned to empty our prisoner holds and re-fill our ammunition stockpiles.” Thall handed her his grox bun to which she wolfed down eagerly. After she finished she sprinted off again.

    “Evening” A voice pulled the attention of the two. “Farrell!” Cairn exclaimed. The Arbitrator was being helped up the steps by a Cadet as he clutched at the side of his chest. “Oh Emperor” Cairn sighed “Can’t you stop yourself being shot?”

    The Arbitrator chuckled “Stabbed actually” He corrected, “The crowds were fine till somebody let off a shotgun.” Farrell smiled “Next thing I know, a young girl shivs’ me.” Thall and Cairn shook their heads. “Didn’t the Doc’ staple you back together this afternoon?” Thall put forward. “Wouldn’t want him to get bored?” Farrell laughed as the Cadet hauled him up the steps.

    “You think we should go help?” Cairn asked Thall as they watched the Arbitrator be pulled towards the Medical wing. Thall shrugged, officially they were off-duty and there were plenty of units still available to assist the Provost.

    But to due to the citizen riot, those resources were split. At last check the riot was slowly moving towards the stadium, possibly to link up or just by coincidence. “Our armour is rather damaged,” Thall said as he continued to watch, “But we should find a way to help.” He said sternly as another troupe of Sentinels stomped to a halt in front of a squad of waiting Enginseers. Thall turned to Cairn “Your Sentinel licence still valid?” The Arbitrator nodded as he took the final bite of his grox bun.

    “No need. We have everything under control” the grizzled voice of Bale echoed up to the two as his heavy boots stomped up the steps. In his iron grip was a whimpering citizen, a red stain miscoloured his blue manufactoriam overalls, his eyes wild with fear. “Take the perp’” Bale ordered as he thrust the man forward. Thall grabbed the criminal as he stumbled up the steps. “What he do?” Thall asked as he retrained the fear-wrecked man.

    “A Section 92” Bale growled, “Criminal Damage” Thall echoed to the perpetrator. “A Section 102” Bale continued. “Rioting” Thall echoed again “You’re looking at eight years” Cairn warned to the man. “I wasn’t rioting” he squealed, “I was just trying to get home!” but Bales voice boomed again “An a Section 114.” Thall looked to the veteran sergeant “Littering?” Bale merely nodded. “The only thing he did right was he didn’t resist arrest.” Thall looked to the perp’ “Oh you’re in for it now” he said with a chuckle as he hauled the skinny man up the steps.


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    “Colonel” The Captain saluted as entered the briefing hall. He was waved down towards a seat in the centre of the hall. “Captain Corbal” Colonel Kravitz nodded. “Now we’re all here.” Captain Derringer shrugged as he reclined in his seat. The Colonel sent the Captain a stern look but dropped it a moment later. “What’s happening in there Colonel?”

    The captains of the Tercian 509th were sat around a simple wooden table in front of a holo-projector that displayed the schematics of Hive Lucius. The briefing hall was in the centre of the administration building, usually used by the administratum to discuss various numbers on slates. The Hall originally stated to hold upwards of two hundred now seated ten. The arid smell of low-grade recaf permeated every fibre of the room like some sort of malodorous spectre.

    The Colonel coughed to clear her throat as she began. “As of two standard terran hours ago, Hive Lucius entered into a state of alert. A standard, run-of-the-mill citizen riot sparked up despite the exemplary efforts of the Arbites to contain the situation, the disruption spread throughout several city blocks.” She stopped for a moment to allow the hololith to alter to show a representation of her words.

    “The Arbites are rounding up the rabble-rousers now and the riot is expected to died down soon, though this falls within the usual standards of larger riots. However, it seems in a panic, Governor Macekre has finally given the order for the Imperial Guard to begin operations into the underhive” The words dropped like an anvil to Corbal, despite the fact he was expecting them, he was still taken aback by the order. The Colonel’s face showed the same expression, “The rank-and-file Planetary Defence Forces will hold off the moment.” She turned to Aran, the Captain of the 509th first company. “The first will lead with a mechanised spearhead” The screen again changed as she fiddled with several knobs and dials. “The other companies will fill in after the first takes, Mostatia plaza.” The hololith changed to show the said plaza. “That area is our designated staging zone in the underhive” The Colonel stated clearly.

    “What are the rules of engagement?” Captain Garrius asked as he leaned forward, absorbing every miniscule detail of the map. His fourth company would be the default for defence of the little staging area. This is where the Colonel visibly hesitated. “We are, by order of the Governor, to react to all approaches by civilians as a hostile action and to deal with it accordingly.” Also known in Guardsmen terms as Fire at Will.

    “We, the 509th will deploy in five standard hours” The Colonel ordered clearly and the six captains replied in kind. Of all of the captains, only Captain Hawkins would see the least fighting considering as his company was the logistics arm of the Regiment. He would however be responsible for feeding and arming the Tercian Guardsmen and ensuring that all the vehicles ran smoothly, not to mention his expertise in demolition and construction operations.

    “Captain Corbal” The Colonel said again after a hushed conversation with Major Julian, the regimental second-in-command. “Your men are to link the 509th and the 507th, here” The map changed to the area just to the east of Mostatia plaza, to what looked like a small yet expansive range of tunnels and service corridors. Despite the difficult nature of the area, it would provide an invaluable cordon to contain the ganger’s movement in that area of the Underhive. The small tunnels would however put the Imperial Guard troopers at a massive disadvantage. Judging from the tiny scale at the bottom of the hololith, it looked like the guardsmen would just be able to walk by twos through the inescapable death trap they were walking into. The Captain sighed as it was his turn to absorb as much data in a few moments. This was getting worse by the moment.
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    - - - - - - -Chapter Sixteen part II- - - - - - -

    “Hold!” Proctor Serganius roared as the stubber rounds raced over them. The sparks of gunfire sprinkled on the suppression shields the Arbitrators held in their grips. The shield wall held true under the pressure of fire from the gangers. In the chaos of the riot, various gangs had decided to take advantage of the situation and had hid inside the tumultuous tides of people, further inciting the crowds to higher and higher acts of riotous conduct.

    The Proctor waved the shield wall forward. In unison the wall marched onwards in formation. The rioters shouted abuse and hurtled primitive missiles into the oncoming Arbites. True to their training, the Arbites marched unperturbed into the rain of vocal and physical abuse.

    The Arbites came to a halt on order and stayed still as the gangers became more and more fervent. A few came close enough to attack the shields with clubs and simple bladed weapons. They continued long enough for others in the crowd to close and vent their anger. One closed to yell at an Arbite, feeling safe because of the crowds behind him. The man was a thin and tall juvies whose entire right arm had been covered in coloured patterns.

    The juvie expected for his voice to fall uselessly on the steely ears and hardened suppressions shields of the Adeptus Arbites, what he did not expect was the shield in front of him to jut out, smashing the young man to the ground. The shield came down and the juvie yelled out even as his mouth filled with blood from his recently crushed nose. Instead the shield landed to the side of the juvie, shielding him from the crowd. In a moment of blind uncertainty the juvie looked up to see the powerful glare of the black armoured Arbite staring down at him. The noise of thudding feet didn’t register to the juvie until two pairs of hands grabbed the simple fabrics of his clothes and hauled him away. The shield returned to position in the wall as if nothing had happened and continued to hold true under the unceasing hail of missiles and stubber rounds. The dull crack of a laspistol followed after a short, sharp very one sided conversation.

    The Proctor looked through the vision slit of his shield to the crowd. The vox-horn coughed into life as the ground rumbled behind the line. “Proctor Serganius, this is Castigator TA-23, rolling into position, awaiting your order.” The Proctor growled back as another hail of rounds sparked across the adamantium shield. “Castigator TA-23, you may fire at will, full dispersion pattern.” The low drum of thunder pounded into the air. The vehicle launched grenades in an arcing trajectory into the riot, many were take-down grenades, permeating the air with arid gas designed to cause coughing spasms within its victims, but little lasting damage. The built-in respirators of the Arbites protected them from the gases most dangerous effects. Only the horrible smell of the tainted air got passed the filters.

    “Sun’s coming up!” The Castigator called too all the Arbitrators who by reflex looked away from the crowd. The photon-flash grenades burned bright as they raced over the shield wall. Dozens of perpetrators were immediately blinded, some permanently. The scream of the crowd overtook the machine-grenade launchers eventually as more and more grenades of either type landed into the unrepressed mob.

    “Forward” The Proctor deftly ordered with another grim look out into the unruly horde as the bombardment ceased to facilitate the advance. As they stepped over the fallen bodies and weeping citizens, they were cleaned up and hauled towards the Arbite rear line by dedicated teams of Cadets.

    The idling Rhinos and Chimeras sat prepared should the riot turn militant and direct lethal action be required. Several teams of bolter-armed combat teams stood ready to support them should it be necessary. Sniper teams were stationed on the lower rooftops and were actively attempting to find a seemingly invisible ring-leader, so they sat prepared to fire but not doing so, no use in wasting ammunition on the cannon fodder of the riot.

    The mass gathering of people had been slowly but surely herded into this city block after two long, painful hours of riot actions. No one was sure who fired the first shot, the Arbites or the crowd and by that point the rioting public were long past caring, they were riled up and furious about an entire multitude of things from tithes to parking tickets. The Provost had led the combat teams directly to clear up any stragglers.

    “Tide incoming!” An Arbitrator roared as the crowd returned to its senses after the brutal barrage of grenades. A war cry raced out from one of them along the lines of “Get ‘em!” More in common with Orks then previously decent human beings who maybe would have smiled and said hello to a passing Arbitrator.

    The sheer mass of bodies smashed against the shields of the Arbites, the raw momentum would have toppled and bowled over the vastly out-numbered Arbites if it had not been for the reinforcement of the line by almost three score nearby Cadets and Arbitrators. The shouting became a simple continuous note of unintelligible babble to some of the Arbites as they countered the horde as they smacked into the unrelenting shields like a wave against a beach.

    “Hold!” The Proctor roared as his shield shuddered and rattled but held true nonetheless. He threw himself against the horde to hold them at bay. “Hold!” He roared again as more and more pressure was pressed against the Arbites. The Castigator fired a few more photon-flash grenades but it was almost to no use. The sheer inertia of the crowd meant even if blind, the mass would still move in the direction of the Arbites.

    “Hold!” He ordered again as he felt the ground scrape underneath him, inch by painful inch. The Proctor looked to the pained expressions of the Cadets as they pushed with all their might. The Arbitrators held firm, not one falling to the onslaught of raw force being exerted on them.

    The time was near, the momentum couldn’t hold forever, and when it dropped or sagged, it would be time. The Proctor reached with a quick hand to the shock maul at his waist. “Prepare Arms!” He shouted as he pressed the activation rune. The weapon buzzed into life as he readied it. The other thirty or so Arbitrators that formed the shield wall that completely blocked the road complied.

    There was a very minor drop in force, and to the Proctor, not a moment too soon. “Push!” He shouted and the Arbitrators obeyed. Each step was agonisingly slow, the momentum was gone but the weight behind it was still there.

    “Shields!” The Proctor ordered with a tinge of enthusiasm. As one the Arbitrators clicked on the shields ‘suppression’ feature. A variant of the refractor fields favoured by Imperial Guard officers, only instead of protecting the user, it lashed out with stunning bolts of electricity at whoever closed on the outer face of the shield. Immediately almost a hundred gangers and civilians jerked back, some dropped to the ground and some were pushed into the welcoming embrace of the Arbite’s suppression field. A few died as their bodies were overloaded with electrical power, causing some to just drop dead. The crowd’s morale, at least at the front, broke. They tried to turn and run from the now advancing localised lightning wall.

    “Suppress!” The Proctor roared as he jabbed out with his shield to fell a miscreant who didn’t get away in time. The suppression field combined with the sheer blow from the adamantium shield smashed opened the fragile skull of the perpetrator, felling him dead. The other Arbitrators followed by example and training. They rammed and sundered the retreating frontline as they collided with the pressing hordes still coming. It was a slaughter. Those that survived the suppression field and the furious ramming of the shield itself, soon found themselves crushed by the sheer weight behind them. Others died under the feet of their retreated fellows or under the heavy boots of the Arbites.

    “No Mercy, No Quarter, No Retreat, Only Justice!” The Proctor yelled as he brought his maul into play, bringing it down on the first ganger that looked like he was going to put up a fight. The metallic rod impacted on the ganger’s shoulder hard, the blow alone would have broken the collar bone, the electrical discharge only added insult to injury by flash frying the skin around the impact. The raised fist of the ganger dropped limply as the mind lost control of the appendage. The face of the ganger turned from a mask of rage to a mask of fear in that instant, the follow up swipe of the maul turned it to a mask of blood as the maul broke the cheek bone soundly.

    “Havoc!” The Proctor cried the code-word to the handlers at the rear near the Rhino’s over the vox. The Proctor leading the Kayninez squads nodded and looked to his own Arbitrators. Each of the four held in their hands a laspistol and four tense heavy grox-hide leashes. At the ends of those leashes were some of the fiercest animals the Proctor had ever seen, Frenzon-filled cyber-hounds. Each was salivating as the fury-inducing drug pumped around their systems. The Proctor held a single leash himself, holding the seemingly more docile cyber-bullmastiff. But the Proctor knew that if he uttered the simple words, the dog would fly into a ravenous rage. Each of the dogs had been both cybernetically and genetically altered to bring them to the uncompromising standards of the Adeptus Arbites.

    The Proctor kneeled next to his partner, his own hound. He pointed towards the riotous mob. “When I say, sick ‘em” the Proctor grinned at his ruffled the fur of his long-time friend. The dog panted back and licked the gauntlet that held a meat chunk in front of the dog. The meat was laced with the taste of blood to acclimate the loyal hound to the coming action. The Proctor looked to the front. The Cadets and non-Suppression Arbitrators had backed away to allow the Kayninez to attack. The Arbitrators had followed their Proctor example and were now engaging the rioters in mêlée. The occasional bolt flew through the appearing gaps into the mob.

    The Proctor stood and looked to the others who were barely holding on to their charges. “Release!” The Proctor cried as he let go of the leash. The others followed suit an instant later. The hounds ripped out towards the horde of unruly citizens.

    The dogs howled and roared as they leapt into battle beside the Arbites. They bit and tore at the civilians and gangers, the sharpened teeth sliced easily through the simple overalls that most the rioters wore. Many fell backwards when hit by almost a hundred pounds of meat, teeth and metal. Some stayed conscious into the attack long enough to scream as the vicious dogs mauled at their chests and faces. As each criminal became submissive or rendered unconscious the cyber-hounds were trained, despite the Frenzon flowing in their veins to move on to the next target. The Bullmastiff, was almost the leader of the dogs, he was the first into the battle and was flanked by his ‘squad’ of the four biggest Kayninez in the entire team. The combined squad of dogs took down one ganger after another, they helped Arbitrators who were surrounded or locked in a grapple fight with the rioters.

    The snipers started to plink away at the rear line of the charge. The rounds killing two, maybe three with each shot. But still more came, regardless of the losses from the main body of the riot which now found itself under attack from five separate directions along the block by the Arbites.

    All restraints were off; the rioters had plenty, more than ample opportunity to break off and go back to their hab-blocks. But they persisted in the looting and the violence against anyone in their path. The gangers in the crowd had done little more than incur a larger force of Arbites to defeat them then usually prescribed. Arbitrators and other teams had been called in from almost three other levels over the last two and a half hours.

    Serganius led the Arbitrators by fighting deeper and deeper into the rioters. His shield, maul and boots were stained red. He had to fight down the rising lust for battle; this should be a grave duty after all, not something to make light off. As he and his squad mates laid into the innumerable gangers and civilians with maul and shield a cry ripped across the vox followed by a simple message, “Corvus is down! We’re being overrun here!” An Arbitrator called off too Serganius’ left. A desperate glace revealed nothing, the curtain of black armour, whirring mauls, stabbing knives and dirty overalls obscured his view.

    “I have a sighting” One of the Snipers called, “I’ll cover best I can from here, get him out.” To enforce the point several rounds speared through the horde in no real order, just killing them to provide a retreat path for the wounded Arbitrator. The cyber-hounds again came into play here as they bit and barked their way through the crowd towards the fallen Arbitrator as per their training, their built in auspexes allowed them to find the homing signal for Arbitrator Corvus.

    They found the source of the signal and bit onto the armour, the teeth allowing them purchase on the carapace armour. As two of the dogs dragged the fallen arbitrator out, the three other leapt forward. They growled and bit at any who got to close. The fallen being a higher priority than the law-breakers at this point.

    The two dogs were aided by two members of the combat team that was providing support fire. They patted the dogs to thank them as they hooked their arms under shoulders of Corvus and lifted him up; there was a lot of blood and Corvus himself wasn’t making much noise save short, shallow ragged breaths.

    As the two hoisted the Arbitrator towards the waiting medical team, one of them caught a glimpse of the shield, great claw marks adorned its surface as if he had been attacked by some sort of wild beast, now that was entirely possible if the Suppression-Arbitrator had just returned from rural duty, such beast did live in the forests around Hive Lucius, but the fact that both the armour bore similar marks around the great wound on his stomach and the fact that the Arbitrator knew of no beasts that made claw patterns like the ones on the shield and armour.

    The two hoisted the wounded comrade onto the metal stretcher and after a nod from the attendant Arbite; they turned and returned to the fight.
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