Unlike most of his fellow Acolytes, the Arbitrator Atreides inhaled and breathed easy in the claustrophobic and packed city scape of a Hive World. Just like home, really, so the lack of space, personal or professional, was of no bother to the stern faced Arbitrator. The man had a respirator hanging around his neck, in case a rapid response towards unfriendly atmosphere or toxic gas attacks were made against the group, while a Shotgun rested on his back, one of the most iconic tools for his prior life and what they stood for, and what he still intended to stand for. A shock maul rested on the hip of his Enforcer carapace, the black painted armor another potent symbol of Arbites power and authority while the maul itself was a tool of control and, when the need was found, execution against the criminals and dissidents that he and his brothers in arms would face on a regular basis. A chrono, synced to the hive's time, ticked away on his wrist and would no doubt prove to be of some small, but vital, use in the coming days and weeks of work to be done. But now he looked to his fellows, the critical eye of an Arbitrator falling onto them.

A diverse group, some good, some bad. The psyker and what looked like some outcast of sorts did not sit well with Atreides, and no doubt that dislike would be mutual. The, what he assumed, was a missionary and a Sister of Battle also did not sit well, but for other reasons. They were no more above the law than anyone else, barring the Inquisition which was a fact that made the man uncomfortable, and they were just as corruptible, in his experience, as any other. So their arrogance and resistance to Arbitrator inspection that he had seen in the past was most unpleasant. Even an Assassin, of all fellows, was to be found in their ranks. Mostly bad, then, and the Arbitrator had to remind himself that they did not have to like each other. All they had to do was get the job done. His tone was civil and neutral for now as he addressed the party, arms linked behind his back as he spoke. [color=0076a3]"Right miserable lot wouldn't look much apart from gang raiders. Emperor willing, we'll see more success than they do."[/color]

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*Inspect Surroundings
*Inspect Fellow Acolytes
*Speak