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Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Below Par - 12-29-2013
A watched com channel never beeps.
"BEEP"
"New message!"
If I weren't so overjoyed I'd be stunned by the irony. Okay, time for a response. Reply, Yes, I'll meet you, I'll be there as soon as it takes to get though the Taus, Expect someone saying they're there about . . . a Q&A, Send.
Q&A. I suppose it will be in a way. Plus I doubt the Doc has plans to be interviewed by many other people over the next while so I can stay anonymous enough for the moment. Ever since all this started I feel my life's been on conference call so I don't want the Doc to get involved past where he's absolutely comfortable. I mean it's one thing if I take the short bus to hell but I'm in no mind to take anyone else with me.
Maybe he can help me stop talking to myself in my head too. Anyway Ship, Navmap, Not the "£$%ing cup holder!, NAV-MAP!, Breathe, Navmap, Skyhook, Set route aaand . . . Go.
Not long now.
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Doc Holliday - 12-29-2013
"Curious" Doc thought to himself, "Someone totally anonymous looking for some help. Am I really that good? The varied requests are becoming more numerous."
Doc sent his security chief a message, "I'll have an anonymous visitor coming. I know little of who they are or what they want but make sure they aren't armed and escort them to my chambers."
"It shall be done," was the answer.
Doc sat back in his chair, going through files.
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Below Par - 12-30-2013
Docked. That's a point, how do I let the Doc know I'm here? Oh. There's a big button marked "Call" in the airlock here. That might have something to do with it. Okay, here we go. . . .
"Hi there, I'm here for the Q&A with Doc Holliday. I believe I'm expected. What? I see. No problem, no problem at all."
Someone's coming to escort me. Of course they are. All this Mr Anonymous stuff probably isn't the most open and welcoming of introductions. I can understand that. I wonder if I should've brought my cigarette holder? Or the data drive? I need to have every bit of information I've got to give up front for this so I'm sure it'll be fine. Plus I haven't seen any no smoking signs about so a ciggie can't be a problem, can it? Here we are. Why are security officers always so tall? Anyway . . .
"Hi there, I called just a moment ago. Of course. I understand. That's all I've got on me. No, no I'm not armed or anything like that. Of course you can check. Umm . . . scanning the data drive there won't wipe it, is that right? Oh! Great! Then certainly, go on ahead! All done? Good. I know. You never know until you know, you know? Which way are we going? Oh, thank you. Thanks for walking me there. I could get lost in the proverbial paper bag. Oh, yeah, no sense of direction whatsoever. Is this it through here? Thank you."
I hope security's just holding the door open for me to go through first and isn't having a sit in. This isn't a story I want to be sharing with a large audience. I suppose I'll find out.
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Doc Holliday - 12-30-2013
The alien warrior escorted the guest to Doc's chambers, ringing the door chime as he arrived.
"Come," said Doc allowing the door to open. Doc wasn't sure what to expect being that he didn't even know if Anon was male or female. The two entered as Doc rose to greet his guest.
"Shall I stay, Sir?" asked the warrior guard.
"No, Grock, we'll be fine," replied Doc. The guard nodded and left, Doc securing the door behind him with a remote code.
"Kallisting, Anon," he greeted, extending his hand, "I am John Holliday. May I interest you in a drink? I can order some food if you need it?"
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Below Par - 12-30-2013
While Doc's hand was being shook like the last glass of water offered to a lost man on the surface of Pittsburgh the other man present said . . .
"Thank you again for taking the time to see me. Thank you also for the offer but I'm okay just now. Would it be okay if I smoked though? It's been a trying time lately and I'm not sure where to begin with explaining all of this, why I'm here, any of it."
Releasing the grip a few things would be apparent to the recipient of the handshake. Everyone says handshakes say a lot and, sometimes, they do. In this case it's plainly obvious that whoever the Doc's shook with is used to formal events and has dealt with the marathon of introductions before.
On the face of it there isn't much to the man - late 20's, maybe 5' 7", medium length black hair with an occasional grey, a little overweight which is given away by a sight puff in his cheeks but the line of his well fitted but cheap black suit hides the slight swell of his belly.
On the face of the face of the man, however, little things seem more out of place. For someone who has the lines that many years of smiling and laughter, his face is creased with worry. Normally clean cut, a telltale shadow illuminates that he's been distracted from keeping a schedule lately. He's also looking a little pale although, at such a close distance, it's noticeable that he's pale in a rather odd way.
An almost vertical section running from his left eye, past the middle then right of his nose and stopping just touching his right cheek is just that little bit more flushed with colour than the rest of his face. Any further speculation, however, is interrupted by the nameless man saying
"May I sit down?" indicating at a chair.
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Doc Holliday - 12-31-2013
Doc simply motioned to the chair next to Anon, "Please do."
Doc then made his way over to a bar, "it is obvious you have gone through great lengths to be here." He began pouring a seltzer water, one for his guest and another for himself. Having poured them, he walked over to Anon. As he handed him a glass, he looked at him, trying to read him, "you look like a man who is deeply worried, maybe even ill."
Doc then went to his seat. Sitting down, he took a sip of his water and asked him, "Tell me, what drove you to seek my help?"
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Below Par - 12-31-2013
"I've came to you for many reasons. Putting all but the most important to one side I'm here because I believe you when you say you will help those who need it. I'm not attempting any form of flattery here you understand it's just, considering the many people who'd rather kill me to deal with the problems I've been having lately, I've had to be as sure as I can who to ask for help.
I don't want to unnecessarily burden you with my problems and what problems they themselves come with so I'm going to show you something. Strictly under the condition that, if it's understandably something you want to stay as far away from as possible, say so and I'm gone.
Otherwise I'll tell you everything I know and give you all I've got to verify my story. I'm taking a big risk here but if I'm going to see further where each path at this crossroads leads . . . I need to trust someone and hope they can trust me. Whether or not that's you? That . . . is the question."
The seated figure then purposefully drinks from the offered glass, carefully and deliberately places the glass back on the table then, after pausing for a moment, reaches up then puts something down beside the glass. If he wasn't facing the Doc with his back to the mythical fourth wall the casual observer would know more than that. As it is . . . only Doc Holliday has seen what the anonymous man has shown him.
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Doc Holliday - 12-31-2013
"Please," Doc asked of him, "you came for help and I won't turn you away. I've never turned anyone away." Doc then sat back and waited for Anon to tell his tale.
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Below Par - 01-01-2014
"Where to begin . . .
I was chasing a story and hid aboard a transport to get something solid proving my suspicions. When it landed and I came out of my hiding place there were all these people around me. They were so badly butchered I assumed they were dead. I was wrong. When they broke out of the transport they came out swinging. I ran and tried to double back to the ship but, when I made it back, I wasn't alone. A lot of the prisoners had decided to utilise the guards and staff for a, lets say, fresh change of clothes and the one before me had sized me up as a perfect fit.
Before he could do what he had in mind he was shot in the back but not before raking down my face as he fell. Leaving me with . . ." the man's hand curls round towards his own face " . . . this. I escaped blinded and bloody but that was just the start of my problems. At first this scar wasn't as healthy as it is now, in fact, just after it initially started to 'heal', as it were, my scar was rotting away. Hence the patch there" He nods to the thing on the table "Psuedoskin. An old source gave me the details on it before along with a sample. It's stopped any scans picking up the unusual nature of the scar. Anyway, you can understand that I couldn't just walk into Manhattan medical hoping for a plaster and a lollipop. Beside the fact that it's a bit of a . . . specialised problem we both know that I would have disappeared shortly followed by the most thorough autopsy you've ever seen.
At that point I just started flying aimlessly spurred on by probable associates of the guards of that place who were very interested to talk to me. A chance encounter with one of the relations of the prisoners I'd seen on the station lead to a meeting and thorough grilling by a scientist of theirs and a gentleman by the name of Daniel. They seemed satisfied with what I'd explained to them though, now I come to think of it, my recollection is a bit fuzzy of that conversation. The upshot was they gave me the formula that has, so far, halted the degeneration of the scar to the point of it being as healthy as it is now. After that my pursuers lost me, in no small part due to a little hydra I dropped into the neural net to hide my digital identity, and I've talked to a few more from the same family as the prisoners I'd seen that day.
I'll admit I wasn't expecting the level of openness from the family of the prisoners that I've spoke to. Although I of all people should know you can't believe everything you read. Thing is though I'm not how sure if they're more interested in me or this" motioning in a small circle in front of his face "and I'd be lying if I could say that I've been feeling myself lately." the man looks down at the floor silently for a moment then continues "I've also got this" reaching into his inside jacket pocket the man produces a small crimson cassette and slides it across the table "It's a data drive with the scans I've done of my face and any other information, notes and so on. Everything I've got. I know I'm better at typing up a composed piece than public speaking so I've probably missed bits out or not made much sense with others in my story but anything else you want to know ask away."
"Before you do though" he reaches into his inside pocket again, takes a cigarette out of the pack and loads it into a holder "Have you got a light? I could really do with one right now and I didn't bring my lighter with me off the ship. In case was any bother security wise. I promise I'm at the end of the monologue when I say I'm more than sure I'm safe to talk here. I'm Matt. It's good to meet you John.
RE: Q&A [Myself and Doc Holliday] - Doc Holliday - 01-01-2014
"If you must," said Doc in his response to his request to smoke. Before he rose to offer a light, he turned on a ventilation unit. "I gave up the habit long ago and care not for the smoke." He then struck an old wooden match on his desk and rose to offer a light. Once the cigarette was lit, he sat back down, extinguished the match and placed the smoldering wood on a small iron on his desk.
"I must admit, that was quite the story," he continued as he examined the cassette, "I've never heard anything good of prisons or the ships that transport them. Sure, men do bad things but it seems that they only come out as Xenos, Unioners or some other member of what the houses call criminals."
Doc then sighed, "Some house authorities are no better in my opinion but anyway..."
Doc inserted the cassette into his com system and began to study it. He kept looking from the monitor to Matt and back numerous times. He then grabbed a medical recorder and went around his desk, pulling up a chair in front of him and sitting face to face.
"If you don't mind, I'd like a closer look," he requested. "This pseudoskin you speak of, where did you get it? I mean, I have a device that re-conditions burned and scarred skin to like new condition but I can't make it like that."
He then looked to him from around his recorder, "Please explain while I work." He ducked behind his recorder only to pop his head out again, "And don't worry, it's confidential."