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a squad of arbites_enforcers in full riot gear forming a tight barricade line across a crumbling underhive transit choke point, their heavy carapace armor painted dull gray with deep red edge trim, each bearing a burnished gold shoulder pauldron engraved with Arbites litanies. They stand shoulder to shoulder in three ranks, each enforcer gripping a massive riot shield — dented, scorched, and tagged with purity seals and hazard glyphs. Helmets conceal their faces beneath armored jawplates and blacked-out crimson visors, vox-grilles hissing softly. Red-painted kneepads and armored boots dig into the ferrocrete as sump vapor rises around them. Flickering lumen wires and broken shrine icons cast sharp shadows across the formation. Behind the shield wall, shock-mauls glow faintly with coiled charge, held ready. The squad is unmoving, silent — a wall of Imperial law, backlit by flashing hazard strobes and distant firelight.