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RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Doc Holliday - 04-29-2014
They stood almost shoulder to shoulder staring out the window, taking sips on their glasses as they spoke. As he imbibed, he felt more comfortable but in control.
"As I said, Thing, I never believed the Rogues to be heartless," he said calmly, "If that were that the case, I would have been at least driven off with an empty hold and a lighter wallet in our first meeting and quite possibly shot dead for returning. I need a quiet place to work and out here, I'll have that. What people say of me while here means little to me."
He gave a "hmph" as he thought allowed, "believe me, if I had a credit every time I heard siding with our enemy, Doctor, the combined wealth of all in Sirius and Gallia couldn't come close to me." He looked at her smiling, "it's nothing new to me."
He took a stance that faced him to both the window and her, "a biodome would make this station largely self sufficient. I know people who can build them and I'll have to call on them. That is something I know little about. Still it's possible and yes, the Rogues will benefit hugely from it. It'll take some time to build is all and therefore, patience."
She again mentioned family. He listened as she spoke of her situation. He took his finger and placed it under her chin, picking her head up so that their eyes met.
"Take this from a doctor. We make choices and in doing so choose the benefits or the consequences of them. I'm not sorry for the marriage I had nor for my three children and I would do it again if things were right. Just don't limit yourself."
He removed his finger with a smile, "Now about that biodome."
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Widow - 04-29-2014
"I'm yet to decide if you are bravely stupid, or stupidly brave.... But either way, you are an interesting man." She smiles at him before shaking her head slightly. She listened with interest as he explained the biodome, the idea of having access to a station that was largely self sufficient, especially in the heart of a heavily protected area, would allow children and their mothers to be safe. She knew the rocks could only be hidden for so long, especially with new technology. All it would take was for one ship to follow a careless Rogue, to find where they called home.
As their eyes met, she lost track of her thoughts. His touch didn't startle her as she would have expected. Thing nodded slightly as he spoke, "I haven't necessarily limited myself.... Hesitant, yes. But I do hope that the time will be right at some point." She couldn't help but to smile back at him. She looked back out the window into space, still smiling. She felt like a giddy teenager, and couldn't quite pick why. She knew she needed to get her mind back onto business. "When it comes time to think about the biodome, I will see what I can arrange to get your men safe passage both in and out of here.... But until then, what will you be doing?" She sounded genuinely interested in his work. "I can't say I've met a doctor before."
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Doc Holliday - 04-29-2014
"I don't think you'll have much to worry about on my people," Doc answered. "I will inform my people in TAZ of my whereabouts and I intend for only them to arrive here. I know that both our peoples have had good relations with the Junkers so we can potentially get needed items from them as well."
Doc looked out at the junk outside the station. He put down his glass on a nearby table and put his hands behind him, "I want this station to remain as Rogue as possible. When DSE built this place, they knew what they were doing. It was built to withstand Rogue, Xeno and Outcast guns and it seems to be heavily armored. The only change one would need to make would be Bounty Hunter guns."
He looked to her, "think about it, it'll take time to build a biodome but until then, it would look Rogue in every way and staffed by Rogues. I'll be in the lower areas working unknown to most. I'll have but a small fighter here from which to come and go. No one will suspect a thing."
"If there is one weakness that I have found," he continued, "it's the docking bay. In short, there is but one so that will need to be addressed. I just don't know how to myself."
He squinted his eyes a bit, "As to my work, it's work that could well have an execution order placed on me and at times, it would be........unethical. It would be a necessary evil."
His face returned to normal, "I'm not sure I'm ready to tell that information just yet for fear of a leak. One drunken burst would be all it takes."
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Widow - 04-29-2014
She nods when he speaks about the Junkers. "Deep Space Engineering did give this station to the Congress once they realized they weren't going to be able to hold off much longer. I'm sure the Congress wont mind if they have a visitor here. After all, they are guests here, like you." She pauses for a moment before adding "If you are wanting to have free access here for TAZ, however, we will need to look into further conditions.... You see, the more people coming here, the harder it is to hide. The more likely it will be that I end up dead." She sounded as if it didn't phase her, but her body language said otherwise.
She nodded slightly at the mention of the bounty hunter guns, they had been slowing making their way further into Cassini. They were a problem for the Rogues. She finished her drink of vodka, but kept holding the glass. "It will take time to build, that I understand. I am also assuming it will take time to be of use.... I.... I've never really been involved in growing food and stuff, so I wouldn't know how long we would be looking at for that." Looking out the window again, she frowned slightly "What do you mean by the docking bay? Is it really that much of a problem?"
"You say that like you don't trust me." She grins, looking back at him, knowing full well that this would be the case. "As long as you have good intentions, I suppose it would be ok, right?" Thing wondered how he was able to do these 'unethical' things without it effecting him. It took a special kind of someone to brush it off like it was nothing. She wanted to ask how he did it, but instead she put the glass on one of the tables and folded her arms across her, compared to the stuffy heat of the Rogue bases, it was cold on Fosters.
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Doc Holliday - 04-30-2014
Doc paused in thought, softly bobbing his head. "You say that like you don't trust me." hit him like a knock out punch. He suspected it was coming though and figured if not her, someone else of the Rogues would ask it. His problem was more how to answer it. After some thought, he turned to her and nodded. His face was stern but he submitted.
"All right," he began to her, his mouth hanging open a bit before his next word, "....Cardamine!"
He turned and started walking slowly, "I hate it. I hate everything it represents. I hate how innocent people are forced to cultivate it. I hate how people die who just want to be free of it..." He again turned toward her as he began to boil, "....and I hate, I HATE how I allowed it as an administrator to pass freely through my space to preserve peace with my neighbors. I disapprove of it's..........."
By now he found himself almost nose to nose with her in his growing rage. She didn't move but her look spoke volumes. She wasn't the enemy or the problem yet temperament got the better of him. Stopping, he pulled back and sat down, his hands on a table as he looked upward, shaking his head and speaking softly and calmly.
"I couldn't stop it. I wanted to keep peace. I allowed slaves to pass through Baffin to their eventual doom. Men, women, children who had done nothing more than being in the wrong place."
Again he paused before continuing, "The Outcasts using it to force loyalty." He turned to look at Thing, "Even to you Rogues. I don't need to tell you that loyalty is earned and is worthless when forced."
He again turned, looking straight ahead, "So many came to me for help. I just couldn't. I watched people die in violent tremors because it was what they would rather do than be a slave to it......and the autopsies I performed afterward made me hate it more."
His eyes grew heavy as he spoke, "Then I was given the nanites. I had limited success with them but I just didn't have the knowledge to do more. I just need that one break through, that one person, who can help me end the slavery."
His hand went to clutch a pistol in his holster that wasn't there but on another table. For once, he showed fear. "Now you understand why that if anyone ever knew in the Maltese nation that it would be my certain death. I'll take many with me but......no doubt it would end me."
He just sighed, awaiting the Rogue to turn him in to her Outcast masters or to hope that she had mutual feelings.
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Widow - 04-30-2014
Thing was silent, his temper had caught her off guard and once again she regretted leaving her sidearm on the table. He stepped back, away from her but she didn't move from where she stood, unsure of how to react. Once realizing she had been holding her breath she exhaled slowly. "Cardimine." She muttered, not making eye contact, instead turning back to the window. His temper made her uneasy, she wasn't one for conflict and if it came to it, he would overpower her.
"You are one lucky man, Doctor Holiday. Had you contacted the other Rogues, you would be as good as dead." She fell silent for a few moments, deciding whether she should leave the station and let him continue his work. She eventually sighed before walking across to the table, sitting opposite him. If she left now she may as well shoot him herself. "You are lucky that I agree with you." She bites her lip and looks at him, deep in thought, she couldn't blame his outbursts on him, he had so much going on, one person could not be expected to cope well under those circumstances.
Eventually she shakes her head and takes his hands in hers. Despite the concern she was trying to hide, she had a slight reassuring smile. "Let's keep this between the two of us for the moment. It will be safer. While we are trying not to rely on the Outcasts, they still have a heavy presence here in Liberty." She cautiously let his hands go once she realized what she was doing, and rested hers on the table with an apologetic look, and a slight shrug of her shoulders. "I would offer my help, however, I am just a simple Rogue.... but, I'm not going to have you killed. Telling anyone else..... Turning you in to the Outcasts.... I should. I should send you away now." She shook her head slightly. "But." she pauses. "But, I gave you my word you will be safe here."
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Doc Holliday - 04-30-2014
It was a calm after a storm. Doc was even a bit withdrawn after his rage but he just genty nodded to Thing, "Now you understand why I didn't want to say a word. If you had signed as many death certificates, had to give the bad news to a grieving mother and bury as many people as I have, you would understand how I feel as I do."
He managed a weak smile, "I don't want you to violate the laws of your people by protecting someone who would be a criminal as I probably would be labeled by the Rogues. I don't want you getting hurt because of it."
He turned to the bar, pouring himself another drink, this time black Grog. He looked at the glass before he consumed it, swirling it within. He remembered the last time he consumed it. He weakly smirked at her and spoke in Latin, "Et non est quod velit." He then shot the whole glass, placing the now empty glass on the table. He went to reach for the bottle but stopped, almost compromising with himself. Rather, he went back to the window and looked out, his hand in front of him, his head beginning to feel relaxed.
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Widow - 04-30-2014
Thing shook her head with a laugh. "Rogue laws mean nothing to me. Not when I've given someone my word. As much as I don't like it, I'm a female in power here... I have a lot of power... I'll only be killed if things go bad." She watched him from where she sat, eventually folding her arms across her chest again. "I wouldn't risk this if I didn't think you were a good man."
She didn't understand what he said in Latin, nor could she pick what language it was. Instead she fell silent, watching the rocks harmlessly bounce off the station out the window next to where she sat. She knew she should have taken his word, but that was something she struggled to do, even with the Rogues. Shaking her head slightly at the thought, Thing tried to keep her interest out the window to regain some composure, and to decide what she needed to do next. This man made it impossible to keep to the plan, it was meant to be strictly business, but there was something about him that made her want to know more. Eventually she sighed and looked across at him, he seemed to be as interested as she was in the rocks outside. "I'm sorry I pushed this.... I should have just trusted you."
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Doc Holliday - 05-01-2014
He lightly smiled to her. "Don't be sorry. If I were in your position, I'd want to know as much about a potential business partner as I could too." He shook his head softly, "I'm not offended."
"I'm here to work," he continued, "No one knows I'm here except the PLR and I can easily keep it that way. As we speak, my team of engineers is working on the power systems, something the Rogues will immediately benefit from. They will leave when their work is finished and return only as needed. If you're people would like to speak with Mr. Sloan, my chief engineer, I'm sure he can give a full diagnostic to them. He's quite knowledgeable."
Doc looked around. The old tables were bare and the quarters he had found had no bedding or anything. He tapped a finger on his bottom lip, "This place needs linens, updated furniture and...." He walked to a corner and smiled, his hands in front of him acting as if he was playing the piano, "....a baby grand right here."
He sighed and began to wonder about the lounge area. He felt at ease. "Yup, we can make this quite a nice place if we want to..." He snickered, "...and no one will suspect a thing."
He looked to Thing, "I have some work to do, to include getting my old piano out of my old mansion back on Canaria."
RE: A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY) - Widow - 05-01-2014
Thing shakes her head "I've always been told I ask to many questions." She realized he was right in a sense though, she did need to know this stuff. If for no other reason then to make sure she knew what to prepare herself for if it went wrong. She frowns and looks at him, her head tilted slightly to the side "Business partner?" She wasn't sure what he meant by this, he needed a place to work and was offering something in return. As far as she was concerned, that was all there was to it.
She watches him walk around the bar "They made sure there was nothing left here once they abandoned the place... Wait....." She can't help but to giggle as he pretends to play the piano before standing up and walking over to the bar, nodding slightly. "You own a baby grand. In your old mansion..... I'll be even more impressed if you can play." Thing lent up against the bar. "I... Um, Right.... I will leave you to your work then?" She almost sounded disappointed, she was enjoying spending time with him - even though his temper frightened her.