"Awwww, c'mon man..." Hazlyn groaned, as his face grimaced, his face clearly showing the disgust that could not due the scene justice. "Well...that's not a way I wanna go down," a grimace on Dax's own face as he stared at the mess that'd been left behind. The Marshall knelt down to examine the bits of burnt and singed meat that lie on the floor before him. Pock marked with burn holes, but not the kind left behind by blasters. Smaller, and in such a high amount, it was as if someone had been covered in sand hot enough to burn a whole through one's body.
"I've never seen anything like this, what in the hell is this chit?" the Rogue said as he knelt down to examine the body closer...not that he wanted to be any closer to the revolting mess.
Halzyn swiped through the multiple screens of a datapad as he spoke, "Local authorities mentioned an acid and some form of adhesive. Traces left behind on the body. But they weren't sure how it got on him, or why he doesn't look more like a...puddle...or why adhesive is involved for that matter. Nothing's making any sense to them."
"That's just preliminary analysis right?" Dax asked as he pulled out his knife and tentatively poked the body with the tip.
"Yeah, but I'd be surprised if they find anything else."
"Yeah, you're probably right." The rasp of plastic on metal could be heard as the knife was returned to its sheath. Dax stood and ran his hand through his hair with a sigh, "I'll look through the list of obscure weapons that ORCs compiled...maybe something will show up. Gorram this is..." the Rogue shuddered inwardly, "Let's get outta here, hit the bar or something...we can do some research while we're at it..."