Ceres Station Preceding the Blockade of Ceres Station He flipped through the digital pages of hand terminal, looking over various components of the filing. The blips of lights against the tunnel walls intermittently illuminated the interior of the lift, revealing the blank stares of those who were commuting along with him. Everyone was going somewhere and nowhere, all at the same time. The green LED lit up with a ping, indicating that the next stop would be the lower apartments. He had zoned out so much that he had lost track of the time and line. It was no matter, the circle would pick him back up on the way out. Tall. Shaved head. Full beard. Facial and neck tattoos. Broad and muscular. Up until that final bit of information, the description for the perpetrator could have passed for any common belter. But broad and muscular, for a belter, might as well have been characteristics of some mythical inner deity. It was a difficult thing to accumulate mass when everything within the belt was rationed - especially owkwa. Tapping the hand terminal against his knuckles, he approached the door to the apartment. He hoped the complaint would lead to Benton Kahir, a particular Golden Bough member that fit this general description. Captain had stayed Luka's hand on the last indictment, and would likely stay his hand on this one too. But he was in it for the long haul and he had nothing but time. Or so he thought. His knuckles tapped against the door and he leaned in, mindful towards the volume of his announcement. “Star Helix. Do you have a moment to talk?” Before he could be asked, he raised his badge, careful to not obscure his face or the identification.