Leader of The Order did not expected that their presence would rate that much of attention from medforce staff stationed at Canaria. He greeted the Doc, seemingly surprised that he would had come out of hiding. Admiral was complete opposite of Doc in this very momenth. His very face told by-the-book example of one of the most healthy individuals that walked upon the planet yet his eyes told a different story: that of constant plotting, worries of both personnal and proffesional nature, strategems that would put strain on his mental faculties. Unlike Doc, he cared little to mask any of the shortcomings.
"Holiday... As per Order directive, every personnel of The Order that passed though high risk irradiated worlds in vessel not rated for prolonged exposure is to submit to a check up. Me and the 14th Nightblades have passed though Omega 41 on the way to Coalition homeworld. Lieutenant Cordoba is still on the observation from what I was told, his ship's shield generator malfunctioned due to navigational hazards. Should that be neccesary, I will have to leave him in your care."
He provided perhaps way too informative recollection of what they are here for, more befit of another military officer of simmilar rank. Still, he understood well enough that Doc had years, decades even worth perhaps of marksmanship skill to him which classified him as a warrior despite his avoidance of violence. It was also clear that they had no medical assistance nearby to cope and little other place to turn to, and even as 14th Squadron Cordoba's situation was not an immediate threat to his life, Admiral Golanski was person adhering to the rules to a point of madness at times. There was something more attracting Michal to this particular globe, John's hospital being opportunistic detour that satisfied his requirements.
"I did not expect to see you here, in person. Feeling's possibly mutual."
