What could've been another day full of il locals and cassualties of many wars raging across Omegas, seen possibly intriguing variation to routine of Doc Holiday's staff. Small group of black uniformed individuals had arrived, members of The Order that could hardly be distinguished in between each other when it comes to rank and authority. They were not the type to brandish medals, ornaments and ranks in plain sight. What could've been their leader however hesitated before entering. As he stopped and paced about taking in sights of what he had not seen for a way too long time, everyone else halted waiting for him. He sighed, looking with miles long stare somewhere behind the hill line behind the settlement... as if trying to get a bearings towards some distant place. "Allright let's come inside..."
They reluctantly disarmed themselves, the medics were keeping chances of violence to absolute minimum on a world where a deadly skirmish may be raging just kilometer outside of city walls. They, The Order, were becoming more overt when they could make their return to Omega 49. Lacking sometimes suitable amenity to adhere to their own strict medical checks, they were sometimes outsourcing to Zoner facilities. They all came in with potential cases of radiation poisoning, handing their cards one by one concerning their medical status. It was recommended for them to monitor their health more rigidly as passage from Omicrons to Omegas often featured deadly neutron star as major landmark of one's path. It would've been impossible trip if it were not for Cryer's advancment in medications self-adjusting to repair patient's genetic material and expunge nasty elements that would had otherwise lingered in one's body.
As they were not critical cases and they had taken all neccesary precautions in combination with ample supply of said anti-rads, they were pushed back in queue which they took rather well, seemingly glad their neck-breaking rush though Walker nebula had come to even if temporary halt. They were here just to ensure that their countermeasures had taken effect and no further medical care was required. The most interesting 'case' for them to see was that tall officer finding winter-season of Canaria more easy for him to stomach this break in his schedule than socializing with his fellow pilots. "It was never so cold this time of the year."
When it was his turn, the personnel may rightfully be shocked. Name of Golanski resounded negatively among some Zoners still, in particularly hardline pacifist that with varying success rate attempted to rebuild their lifes in Omicrons only to find more war. His medical record would've brought even veteran war surgeon to skip a beat, involving plethora of wounds including almost fatal crushing about ending days of 818 A.S., masterful reconstructions of tissue, even genetic manipulation and various discreet augmentations that did not stopped at just aiding in complicated healing process. Trying to break the monotony and find couple of questions he was looking for, he spoke first. "I bet not even The Doctor had seen anything like that." Indirectly trying to gather information about the most famous surgeon in Sirius sector who he had no doubts that was among the living still. Without knowing, he addressed him with "the" as if he was some legendary figure. About anyone who endured harsh realities of Colonies for so long as Holiday had certain dose of respect from the Admiral, the many years long veteran of The Order.