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Doc had just arrived on planet and was looking forward to some time home. Stopping in to Canaria Medical was a stupid idea for any physician wanting some rest and relaxation. He walked in to Doreen trying to defib someone back to life and a crashed Coalition pilot.
"Midori, I'll be home later I guess," he said to his wife as he kissed her and his kids good bye.
He immediately attended to the pilot.
"Thank goodness you're here, Doc," frantically said one of the medics, "one punctured lung, the other about to collapse, burns and numerous broken bones are but the start." As he spoke, Doc ran a scan.
"All right, get him into surgery. I'll be along after I scrub up and send a message to Premier Katz," he ordered.
After sending his message, he reported to surgery. He was able to save the lung from collapsing with a tube.
His work was only started.
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After a bit of a hiatus, Doc returned to Canaria Medical where he met a smiling Dr. Nagger who was relieved to see him. She greeted him with a hug and an offer of coffee over her break which he accepted.
"I heard you took ill for a bit," she began, sitting at her desk sipping her coffee, "It's good to see you well again."
"A bout with the flu," he answered, "and yes, I'm fine."
"Midori and the kids?" she inquired.
"They are well too," he answered.
He then continued with a serious look, "Doreen, I came to see you specifically. I learned of something during my travels that you won't like."
She sighed, "OK. What's wrong?"
"It's Christopher," he continued, "he was shot and killed by an LSF agent in New York. I don't know the details but I did get confirmation of his death."
Doreen slowly stood up and sighed as she turned towards the window looking out of her office. Tears ran down both sides of her face as she shook her head.
"I was left with a hologram when I went to where it happened," he continued, "it disintegrated once finished but he spoke well of you and Benjen." He then stood up himself and went over to her.
"I....I.....tried to reach him," she sobbed, "I tried to get him to settle but he wouldn't." She then tried to rub her eyes to which Doc offered her his handkerchief. She accepted and wiped her face. She then turned to Doc. "I....I loved him," she sobbed, "he loved Benjen and was the closest thing to a father he's had." Doc just held her, comforting her, as she sobbed on his shoulder. As she did, he put things in perspective.
"Christopher Dangen was a violent and wanted man by many. He had few friends and those few were chosen carefully. We should be honored to be amongst those chosen few. Still, he chose his lifestyle, a lifestyle that had this a likely end," he explained. After several minutes, she pulled away with a damp smile.
"Thanks, John," she said softly, "and you're right. It still hurts though."
"It does," he responded gently. "He did leave you something. He left US something but I don't need it so you and Benjen can have it all." He then handed her a small box.
"What's this?" she asked. She opened it to find a card. She then ran it to see what it was. Her mouth hung open as she looked at Doc.
"John, this is a lot of money," she said, "I could retire on this right now, educate Benjen AND any more kids I may have, buy a mansion, my own Med.Force and still have a ton. Are you sure?"
Doc nodded.
She smiled, "Well, my family back in Rheinland needs help and some of these refugees at Port Jackson could use some help as well."
Doc just smiled, "Doreen, your heart is huge and in the right place. You do with it as you see fit."
She hugged him again to whisper in his ear, "I learned from the best."
When they separated, Doc just asked, "Well, shall we get to work?"
A small shuttle quietly landed in the front of the medical center, the engines still burning as it hit the ground...
Alban : Go back to the Liner in orbit and wait for my call. See if we receive some message from Baffin or so. In that case, let me know straigth away on our internal freqency!!!
He had to shout these words to be understood and the sheer effort to do it nearly took the last remnants of energy he had inside. The shuttle went back in the sky, quickly fading at the zenith.
It has been sleepless days since JhC was taken from the Golden Dawn by the Medical craft. Since then, he had no idea where to look from him.
Well then, best thing to do when you don't know is to ask...
He walked to the counter in the building's main hall and adress the woman behind the desk :
Alban : Good day.
Woman : Kallisti, Sir.
Alban : Yes, sorry, Kallisti... I am looking for a patient, but don't know exactly where he is...
Woman : Would knowing where he is help your friend's recovery ?
Alban : Heu...no, no. I don't think so.
He was taken by surprise with this unusal question
Woman : It is of no concern then...
Alban : But, it's been days since he was taken from our ship to be treated around here, I just want some news... Maybe it'll help my recovery a bit.
Seeing the man wareness in his eyes, the woman smiled...
Woman : I see. Name please ?
Alban : JhC. He came in a coma or transe, still linked with some hypno-tainement bands
Woman : Rings a bell, yes. He probably remained in Baffin near the Goddess Geode. Did you ask over there ?
Alban : Not yet. We were around to pick up some passengers in Boa Vista nearby, I though I stop by and ask. Maybe he is around for recovery already ..?..
Woman : Let me check that...
May Abu d'Dhur, father of the immaterial roads, be favoralble to us and those that supports us.
Alex could barely see the Hospital on Gran Canaria. He walked with his hand above his head, shielding his eyes against the bright sun. The thing that really struck people entering Omega-52 was the light, especially those who entered the system by way of the Dublin jump hole, as Alex had. He still remembered the luminous glow that had greeted him when he had finished the journey through the jump hole. 'The light of God,' as a family friend had once called it.
The bright sun was only slightly tempered by Canaria's fresh atmosphere. The Zoners who had first come to the place had taken steps to employ their trademark renewable when powering the planet's colonization. The sweet air rolled over the walkway, flowing smoothly through Alex's hair in sharp contrast to the metallic air back on the Freeport. Taking a second to look out at the hills, Alex noticed that the fields around him were not unlike Cambridge. One could get used to a planet like this.
He had moved planet side via Port Jackson; it was much easier to pass customs in the Port with Bretonian citizenship. After that, he'd taken a shuttle to the Medical Center. The Center itself was impressive, reminiscent of the University's west ward. He had heard good things about this place, about the doctors who worked here, and about the medical equipment, which was supposed to be second to none. Alex was counting on the diagnostics ward being able to nail down this... illness that had been plaguing him.
'Name, please,' asked the nurse at the reception desk.
Alex thought she was a pretty woman, but was far to preoccupied with his task at hand to try to strike up a conversation with her. He had a mission, of sorts; get in, get diagnosed, and then make a decision on whether or not he was going to follow Richard's advice. 'Come to Rhienland...' Richard's words still hung in Alex's mind. It was far too much to think about right now.
'Umm.. Alex Hastings. I filled out my forms in advance.' Alex handed the woman his supplementary data. Medical records from Dunsbarrow, Cryer drug receipts from the Research Center, and assorted other forms. Alex had looked over the papers on his way to the planet; mostly, they were a whole lot of nothing. He needed answers about the problems he'd been having; the blackouts, the violent mania that has momentarily afflicted him a few months ago, the hallucinations... And if answers weren't available, even hints would be better than the complete lack of knowledge he had right now.
'Thank you very much,' said the nurse. 'Please take a seat. Your doctor will be with you in a moment.'
[color=#FFFFFF]After nearly 3 moths of physiotherapy Samantha finally felt a bit stronger and more confident. She like to spend time in the garden of the medical centre doing some of her administrative stuff. All of the other patients seemed to avoid her like the plague as soon as they saw her cardamine supplying mask. Those who weren't prejudiced she didn't let get close to her. The scheduled date for the operation drew ever closer and she was fully aware that connecting the prosthetics to her nerves is not an easy task and should anything go wrong she can lose what's left of her leg. But then the thought of being able to finally do something other than roam around in her wheelchair gave her strength to carry on and keep focused on her recovery
Some times later, the woman came back with a digipad under her arm...
Woman : Still here ? You really care about your friend don't you...
Alban : Well, we're kinda lost without him. He is the heart of our small organisation, and the best friend ever...
Woman : I see.... Well, you'd be glad to know he is fully recovered, and awaits for someone to pick him up on Sashta in Baffin.
Alban : I better take my leave then, many thanks !
After a short com to the Golden Dawn, the shuttle hissing could be heard on the landing plateform...
Time to get JhC's back aboard. Knowing his natural uneasyness with all hospital related environnement, Alban hoped it wasn't too long since JhC was waiting in Baffin, although he had the feeling this was just the place he has to be. His recent turn in belief, the path he had choosen with this Eris Goddess and the Discordian couldn't received better couselling than in Baffin...
The head full of question for the future, he jumped into the shuttle and starts his way back to the Discordian most sacred place..
The borrowed Sabre 'Vigilante' is heading towards the landing pads across the bright sky, companioned by a scimitar after its tail. Slowly reducing the height, Sabre soon hovers above the pad and a tall man jumps out. Scanning around and reminiscing the days on this familiar planet, oh how he would love to live here once his fight is over. The air, the plants... wondered how the corsairs living here doing now with the recent events between them and the zoners. Remembered the flower girl, was she still selling those yellow flowers in that garden? The yellow flower he took from her the last time had crumbled and withered, long dead. Could Sol stumble upon her again, and buy one this time?
As the scimitar takes its place next to the sabre's pad, he walks over to it with lazy but long steps. Knocking on the windshield of the scimitar, and smiling. "Hey hey, don't be shy. Come out, Lesi."
He then took a few steps back as the cockpit opened up. He wondered how the Doc would recieve him after all this time as he looked towards the way where CMC would be. Sol didn't say a goodbye last time, checking himself out; that time he felt weak, afraid, and powerless to change it... Ever since he gave up on the cure, he learned to live with the addiction away from Malta, however... Holliday said 'It's not cardamine that makes you a slave, it's your loyalty to the maltese...', he remembered those words everytime he replaced his cardamine capsule in his breather, and tried not to mind the cardamine much. It wasn't easy to get cardamine but he had enough support he could rely on now.
As for Lesi, she still had a chance, unlike him... Sol couldn't allow her to become addicted to the point of no return like him, and this would give Sol a chance to say sorry to Doc for before. Moving his stare on Lesi as she's getting off the cockpit, he put another capsule to his breather, taking fast and hard sniffs from his breather a few times, afterwards.
Lesi eventually joins up with Sol after clambering down from her scimitar and fumbling with her breather, showing her dislike for it.
After meeting up with Sol and rubbing her nose gently, she looks up and around at the city, the size of it sending shivers down her neck as her mind turns to thinking about her past. Eventually she turns to Sol and nods for him to lead the way, staying close to him, fearing getting lost above anything that could happen on that day.
Forcing her mind off the past she asks Sol, "You know anyone here Sol?"
Carefully checking her breather while she waited for his response, suspecting it to break any second.
After Lesi took her place next to him, they started to walk away from the docks and into the city. Lesi's shy attitude was amusing Sol somehow, knowing her well enough though, he realized that it's because of her troubling past. Sol was hopeful now, however, because she had friends to rely on... that is... as long as she allows them to help her. Soon she would also be free of that cardamine addiction, no longer being a slave to it.
"I know someone, Lesi..." he smiled at her as he saw her playing with her breather nervously, "That's why we are here... and hopefully, you will no longer need that thing soon."
Crowded streets of the city were not proving much of a challenge for them, as people were willing to give way to the creepy giant easily. Soon they were in front of a park Sol remembered so well, he knowingly set their path to the CMC from that way. The garden was as he remembered, colourful plants and their shades, shining of the bright sun from the pond, and the wooden bridge over it. Exotic animals of all kinds were enjoying their lives in the green grass and the warm waters, it was impossible not to be jealous of them. Sol felt happy as he watched them, the shades and colours of the plants, been a long time since he saw these colours in all their brightness... Vigilantes lived in stations, in the darkest parts of them, and the one time Veera forced Sol to Malta again wasn't so enjoyable with all the orange around, nor peaceful.
His steps were getting slower and slower as he walked through the park towards their destination, wanting to enjoy the scene a little bit more, and scanning around the place for someone in particular. However she was not around, no matter how much he looked... He turned to Lesi instead, breathing out a silent sigh and said... "I want to live here someday... once the fight is over... you know." Not believing that it is possible himself, he looked ahaed and increased the tempo of his steps.
As they made their way through the streets, Lesi quickly retracted deeper into herself, the streets and tall buildings forcing her mind back to what she feared and hated.
She shakes herself out of it while following closely behind Sol, trying to bounce questions off him to keep her mind on track. "Is the doctor, experienced at uhm... this sort of stuff, Sol? Has he done it with other people as well?"
Lesi looks up at Sol and puts on a less shy face on as they walk through the gardens, enjoying the colourful plants, many she had never seen before. Lesi even smiled at some of the animals.
She shudders at the thought of the future, it being a mix of worry and instability for her. "Mh hm... Someday..."
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