[LTC - N13 - Chardaan - NR3F] Seaside Stabbing

A gentle sea-spray washed over Lieutenant Vivour, blowing away the stench of death that had hung over the platform since some time last night.

"The victim was a worker in the orbital yards," explained Patrol Serjeant Passador of the Chardaan Security Forces. "He was wetside for some recreation. We're not sure if it was random or targeted however. He was working on the A-wing replacement program. That's why we called Fleet Security."

Vivour nodded, his graying hair bobbing acknowledgement.

Passador held up a vibroblade, the blade a shimmering blue that recalled the seas below them.

"We believe this is the murder weapon. It was found dumped in a bin only a few meters east of here."

"Seems odd the killer didn't just dump it in the sea. That's not a particularly high-end weapon they might wish to retrieve later." The lieutenant thought for a moment. "I think that's a decoy. If you trace it, it will lead us on a wild shaak chase. Deploy some droids to scour the seabed around this platform. If they dumped the actual murder weapon, it should be nearby."

He paused, seeing protest color the young serjeant's face.

"If you would. It is your scene, of course."

Passador's face cleared, obviously relieved that Fleet Security wouldn't be usurping his case.

"Thank you, lieutenant. I can send you the full brief on what they find."

A police camera droid records the scene for evidence.