Kassa

Chief Hyne: This case appears to bear all the hallmarks of what I like to describe as regrettable misadventure.

Syril Karn: Sir?

Chief Hyne: Two dedicated Pre-Mor employees caught in the sad orbit of a rare calamity.

Syril Karn: I don't understand.

Chief Hyne: I want you to conjure a suitable accident.

Syril Karn: But...

Chief Hyne: And let's make sure it's on the far side of the plaza. Let's get it outside the Leisure Zone.

Syril Karn: But they were murdered.

Chief Hyne: No. They were killed in a fight. They were in the brothel, which we're not supposed to have, the expensive one, which they shouldn't be able to afford, drinking Revnog, which we're not supposed to allow. Both of them supposedly on the job, which is a dismissable offense. They clearly harassed a human with dark features and chose the wrong person to annoy. I suspect they died rushing to aid someone in distress. Nothing too heroic. We don't need a parade. They died being helpful. Something sad but inspiring in a mundane sort of way. You look stricken, Deputy Inspector. Are you absorbing my meaning here?

Syril Karn: Trying, sir.

Chief Hyne: When I said bad timing, I wasn't referring to the fact that you spent all night worrying this. I meant that I am on my way this very morning to an Imperial Regional Command review, where I'll be asked to make a report about our crime rates, and the goal of that speech, should you ever be asked to deliver it, is brevity. Minimizing the time the Empire spends thinking about Preox-Morlana benefits our superiors and, by extension, everyone here at the Pre-Mor Security Inspection team, which at the moment includes you. Don't put your feet on my desk in my absence, and let's have an accident report waiting when I get back.