"I see...." The guard said. He looked to the scribe, who simply looked back and shrugged, not sure how to deal with this divergence from the script. "Um... wait a minute, please." The guard said before turning away and apparently activating a micro-bead. "Sarge, I have a squad of arbitrators here.... An 'ongoing investigation'.... two of them, and some 'specialists'.... Gate D.... Yes sir." He turned back. "If you would come with me, sirs, my sergeant would like a word." The guard led them through the gate and into the building. Inside was a broad thoroughfare, teeming with people and vehicles.
Suddenly, an open-backed Salamander, stripped of weapons and painted the same light-gray as the guards' armor rolled up. A guard, his left pauldron with an insignia of sergeant marked in red hopped out. He took off his helmet and rebreather and saluted the guard who escorted the Acolytes in. "At ease, Cadet. Return to your post, I'll take things from here."
"Yes, Sergeant."
"Welcome to Scaevola, Arbitrators. I'm Sergeant Vinker, Monument Gendarmerie." Vinker offered a hand to shake to whoever would accept it. "My cadet tells me that you're here for an investigation. I'd be happy to assist any way I can. I can arrange for a transport, escort, guide, anything you need. Just ask."
Spaceport Thoroughfare
The indoor road is a simple, unadorned concrete, wide enough to accommodate four or five tanks. The arched ceiling is at least twenty meters above them and studded with skylights, allowing sunlight to illuminate the area; deactivated glow-globes stud the walls for nocturnal illumination. Several other gates to other landing pads can be seen, with people flowing in from other landing pads. Vehicles move along the thoroughfare as well as people, including Sentinel Power-lifters, Industrial cargo-haulers, and occasional worker shuttle. Some of the gates are larger than others, allowing Sentinels and even cranes to move cargo into and out of the thoroughfare. The hallway echoes with the chatter of people, the growl of industrial grade engines, and the occasional blaring announcement from speakers.
Sergeant Vinker
Vinker is of average height and build, has brown military-style hair, brown eyes and a young face that makes him look younger than he really is. At his waist hands a stun baton and a holster containing an ornate bolt-pistol.