Bennex nods. "It's true, m'Lords. I was workin below-decks, in spent fuel processing when I saw one of the servitors that handles the rods acting up. It was just there, moving an empty pallet back and forth. I went looking for a cogboy and found enginseer Kreth checking the montiors on one of the tanks."
The crew man licks cracked lips. "When I told him what was wrong, that maybe there was something in the servitor's programming, he. . .he went berserk! He tried to stab me with his mechadendrite, m'Lords! It all happened so fast, I. . .I didn't mean to kill him, I was just trying to get away. Somehow we got tangled up, and next thing I know I'm on the floor and Kreth's in the tank. I hit the alarm and a crew came to fish him out but by then. . ."
Lan clears his throat. "Kreth's augmetics were shielded against moisture, but not the radiation and heat coming off the spent fuel. His organic parts failed, and then the rest weren't far behind."
"I didn't mean it, m'Lords," Bennex pleads. "If I'd murdered the enginseer, would I have called for the emergency team?"