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a lone arbiter watches from the edge of a cargo port at dusk, armor catching industrial halogen light. his black armor is lined in steel trim, the aquila carved in low relief across his chest. his pauldron glows gold on the right, the left dulled by grime and wear. crimson kneepads and red-toed boots rest on wet ferrocrete. a riot maul hangs low in one hand, while a boxy sidearm is holstered at his hip. his helmet is crested, visor slit glowing dimly. shipping cranes and blinking beacons loom behind him in soft focus. smoke trails from exhaust vents and gantries. the law watches even here.