D&D in Space
Let the Corsa win.
“Computer, search relevant data for a Corsa called Sledge. No known alias or surname. Include returns from local system PDs and official internal documentation.”
“THERE ARE 547 CORSA IN THE DATABASE UNDER THAT NAME.”
“OK, let’s narrow it down. Wayward Clan. Male. Probably the one with the most hits.”
“PRINTING READOUT, SIR.”
Home World// Core
DISPLAYING TOP 3 RETURNS BY RELEVANCE.
INTERNAL XXXXXXX DEPARTMENT COMMUNICATION
-ALL POINTS BULLITIN
Description: Corsa Male, roughly 350 lbs, 7’5", dark blue coloration, responds to Sledge. Tattoo of nude Corsa female on left shoulder.
Wanted for questioning in regards to the destruction of the the Corsair class shipping freighter ’CARPY DEAM." (sic)
Internal notation: The freighter was under investigation for possible connections to the Untergart Crime Syndicate. It was suspected that the freighter may have been used as a method of transporting stolen goods and possibly involved in the slave trade. The Corsa was seen boarding the ship at its last dock but is not listed on the crew manifest. Sensors read a single escape pod jettisoned from the CARPY before it’s destruction. Ship’s emergency beacon was activated 23 minutes before the pod ejected.
UW INTERNAL COMMUNICATION NETWORK
FROM: DR. DIRKISH HAMVILLA
TO: DETECTIVE LONG
RE: AUTOPSY REPORT 3235-XXXX
Been trying to gleen something from that Gallatean thug you sent me. Pretty obvious what killed him but there’s barely enough left to draw any conclusions.
I can tell you blunt force trauma to basically everything is what got ’im, but pretty sure your figured that one.
I did find one thing – one of the power fists that did him in had it’s serial number rubbed off. The remnants made an impression on the vic’s chassis. Ran reconstruction software on it. Only have a few digits but hey.
Ran a cursory search (I’m too good to you, doing your job for you) and cross referenced known criminals operating in that area who might use such a weapon. Came back with a few names. Attached below.
INTERCEPTED UNSECURED COMMUNICATION
“Don, you gotta come get me. (Static) fucking Sledge was waiting man. He knew somehow. He knew. Karl took one in the head. Fuck fuck fuck Don, Don (static) guys you gotta get (static) pissed his pants. He’s here man, he’s gonna find us. He lit up the whole warehouse. All the shit’s burned up man, we’re fucked. Come get me or OH SHIT NO NO NO (static)
“WOULD YOU LIKE MORE RESULTS SIR?”