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Ship's Morgue
On one slab was a 3x3 plastic box. On the other was a still-closed body bag. Between the slabs was John Holliday. He first glanced at one and then the other. In his hand was a clip board and a pen.
"All right, let's see it," he instructed the forensic examiner.
He first opened the box. Inside were remains. A torso with the remains of a man's head from the nose down.
"Sir, I confirmed the identity with DNA and dental records even though his ID chip was still in place. Dr. Sam Watters. He was the chief resident on Freeport 11."
Doc said nothing as he motioned to the body bag.
When the zipper was pulled, inside was the body of a young woman with a large, deep gash in her head. She was young but beautiful despite the deadly wound.
"Stephanie Condor," said the somber examiner. "She was only twenty three years old and was an intern on station. I guess the only good thing is that she died instantly."
Doc just stared as his blood began to boil.
"And the Core did this?" he asked softly to his examiner.
"Yes, Sir," replied the examiner.
Doc began to pace trying to contain himself. He hated having to tell families of the deaths of loved ones. He hated more having to identify the people he placed to do peaceful work only to have them end up in harm's way. Finally, his anger came to a head as he pounded the slab with his fist and began speaking on his com.
"As of now, the Core receives no help from us, I don't care how bad or how much danger they're in. Throw them in the brig for all I care!" he raged.
The examiner stood and countered softly, "John, that's not you. You're a man of peace. Denying service isn't in your creed...."
Doc then pointed into the hallway at two crying people who were waiting to come in, "...Go tell them that. They just lost their daughter, their only child." He then stormed out right past the grieving parents.
He then went to his quarters where he quickly pounded two shots of Brandy.
"Damned Core," he muttered, "Now I know they can't be trusted."
He then looked up with anger, "My oath be damned."