Who’d you say you were? Got a strong stomach, any case. Most can’t look at me that long. Not anymore. Not pretty like I used to be. My molecules don’t like each other no more. Just slowly turning to soup. Radiation’s a hell of a thing. Let me just set aside a section of my face so you can have a seat. Heh.

You never said who sent you.

Anyway, I shouldn’t have gone in there. They call it Sheol, after the underworld. All death and darkness. A radioactive hell. Hear tell it was from power breaches in crashed Atreides ships.

What’s going on in there? We’ve caught sight of elite troops snooping about. We thought surely something of value was there. Heard rumors the Emperor himself ordered it a non-combat zone. What the hell is going on in there?

What… what are you doing? Who are you? Who sent you? Wait… wait!