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Witch-Hunt: Chasing Ghosts
Jervo's World was one of the most prestigious swoop-racing and swoop-dueling rings in the Core Worlds. A large network of arenas housed in a massive, interconnected space station in orbit over the tropical world of Pantolomin, it drew swoop racers from most parts of the galaxy. The Old Empire wasn't well known for being partial to the sport, and they obviously wouldn't have been welcome within Imperial Republica even if they were, but most of the best racers were from outside its boundaries anyway. Imperial Hutta, the Outer Rim and Wild Space, the Fringe Worlds and the Colonies, and even beyond. But the one thing everyone knew was how dangerous the swoop tracks could be. And not just the racing itself, that part was always obvious. Riots and brawling and escalated violence came with the territory. However, barely forty-eight standard hours ago, even that took a grisly turn for the worst.
At the terminal near the Aurek track, it was claimed that a power conduit had been ill-maintained and become polarized, looping in on itself until it eventually ruptured, detonating violently. Several patrons were killed, many more injured, but like all great industries, it didn't truly keep people away, and Jervo's World was still as busy as ever just two days later.
"Hey, Tarus! Check this one out. No burns... no shrapnel wounds by the look of it, either. What's the chart say on her?"
The local medical facility had its own morgue, as inglorious as it was. But it served it purpose.
"Let's see... uh..., a new arrival. Only name we have down for her is 'Thaela', came onboard with some kind of stick a few days ago. Nothing much on her, probably just shoved her corpse in here with all the rest after the bombing, didn't bother to do a proper autopsy. Run a scan on her and I'll log it."
The first medical worker sighed and shook his head in mild annoyance.
"I don't blame em', I'll bet she just suffered some kind of lethal concussion force, maybe some major internal contusions or hemorrhag.... whoa."
"What it is? Something else?"
"That's... one way to put it. Her... her cranium..."
"Ah. Must be some kind of traumatic brain injury, then, right? What's the scanner reading?"
"...nothing."
"Ah. Well, then the cause of death must be something else. Keep looking."
"No, I mean... it's reading nothing because there is nothing. Her... brain. It's gone."
"This place smells of grease and stale food", Uhtred said, sneering as he and his brother passed through the terminal. Crowded placed never sat well with Uhtred anyway. "I've known a few Imperials, they love order, having every little thing in its place. I doubt we can access whoever leads this place, but perhaps we should find a security office? What say you?"
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