i am born in planet Manhatan year 800 . My childhood I was preparing to be a soldier but in the end I pilot starships , after puberty and school i moved to a pilot school in pennsylvania.
where I learned to fly in circles and mine helium-3 far from planet erie. an elder took me on a trip to sigma-15 and showed me how to behave when we meet unlawful pilots to survive.
After saving some money i bought the boat Serenity , and found his way to earn money . After some time i joined the interspace commerce people , and bought kusari train and first civilian gunboat name condor , and how i got deep space BHG gunboat. Year I knew friends by Brises and completed the missions of friends . One mission was fatal for me, I didn't count that there were so many corsairs and I didn't give the 5 wave and I found myself in a destroyed bhg gunboat in space. in omicron theta where luckily a medic from a nearby hospital picked me up and drove to Base name !Medical Force Academy , where i am meet owner base in omega - 3 . name Medical force omega Hospital .I like that it is close to the diamond and silver deposits, a little further away from the gold.
Jill Xi leaned back in the booth, nursing a cup of herbal tea more out of habit than enjoyment. The sterile brilliance of Med Force Omega Hospital still clung to her thoughts — the polished corridors, the long discussions with staff, the subtle tension of transition. Now, in the dim, warm light of the Freeport bar, it felt like another world.
The man who had approached her was... interesting. Weathered face, broad hands, the slight twitch of someone who’d spent too long in deep space. His story spilled out like a cargo bay left unlatched — scattered, jumbled, but undeniably real.
She smiled faintly as he finished, her mind tracing his words back to Omicron Theta. The Academy. Her Academy.
“You were lucky,” Jill said softly, eyes locked onto his. “Theta doesn’t always see survivors from Corsair ambushes, let alone ones floating in the debris field of a busted gunboat. But you were picked up. Treated. Recovered.”
She leaned forward, voice lowering just slightly. “That tells me a few things. One — you’re stubborn. Two — the medics did their job. And three — rumors travel faster than ships in these parts.”
At the mention of the Omega Hospital being for sale, her expression hardened just a touch — professional reflex. She swirled her tea, considering her next words carefully.
“As for the sale... people always talk,” she said. “Sometimes they're right, sometimes they’re just filling the silence. But I can tell you this — wherever there’s need, Med Force is there. Ownership, location... that’s just logistics. Care is what matters.”
She raised her cup in a quiet toast to him.
“To survival. And to the people who patch us back together when the void tries to take us.”
Jill sipped her tea, watching him. She had questions — about the mission, about this guy, about what else he might have heard. But for now, she let the silence settle between them. There was time, and the stars weren’t going anywhere.
So, Jill IX, you're strong — but I can’t keep the medics on the base anymore. They're all heading with you to Theta. I had to convince 600 new recruits.
You’re drinking your tea — nice, I like green tea myself. But this time, I’ll go for a beer. Shall we toast?
Will you sell me the base? If yes, I’d need to rename it. Thanks to your advice, I’m supplying it well now,
but people still confuse it with a hospital. And lately, there are Silvers and Diamonds wandering the halls.
Anyway, once I settle things here, I’m heading out with a gunboat to Sigma Theta.
Too many Corsairs, Wilds, and Nomads out there — time to thin them out a bit.
Jill Xi set her tea down slowly as Brises finished speaking. Her dark eyes held his gaze — steady, thoughtful, unreadable.
“You’re right,” she said quietly. “They’re all going with me. Every medic, every orderly, even the stubborn night-shift nurse who swore she’d retire in Omega-3. They’ve packed up. Theta needs them more. And you…”
She gave him a long look, letting a small, knowing smile tug at the corner of her mouth.
“You’re not asking to buy a hospital, Brises. You’re asking to buy a station — a foothold. You’ve already started turning it into something new.”
She stood up, smoothing her coat and finishing the last of her tea. “Fifteen minutes,” she said. “Stay here. Don’t order anything stronger than that beer.”
Then she walked out into the corridor without another word.
[Sixteen Minutes Later]
Jill returned to the table, the faint scent of corridor antiseptic still clinging to her clothes from a quick detour to the Med Force wing of Freeport 1. She sat back down, resting a small datapad on the table between them.
“Spoke with Billy Garand,” she said, tapping the pad. “He grumbled a bit — you know how administrators are — but he sees reason. And he knows a good deal when it finds him.”
She looked up and met Brises’ eyes directly.
“It’s yours. Thirty million Sirius Credits. Med Force will pull out everything — every medbay, every stasis pod, every surgical arm. The staff will be off-station by the end of the week. After that, the place is yours to rename, refit, and defend however you see fit.”
She leaned back, eyes tired but sharp.
“You kept the place supplied. That tells me you care. Maybe not about medicine, but about something. And that’s enough.”
Then, with a glint of humor returning to her voice, she raised her empty teacup.
“To new names, green tea, and you having fun with patrols. You’ve got yourself a station, Brises.”
She paused. “Just try not to get shot up again. Theta’s already full.”
Brises hands over a suitcase full of credits.
"Here you go, Jill — thirty million, just like we agreed. Thanks for leaving the oxygen and food behind, that was kind of you."
He smiles.
"Like you said… it's mine now. I'm planning to rename the station to Silver & Diamond & Gold Factory Depot. I'll have to make a forum post about it first, but they say it should go through after that."
He glances around the station one last time.
"Take care in Theta — I’m heading your way within five hours anyway. We'll definitely meet again out there."
He lifts the suitcase and nods one last time.
"And try to stay safe. Theta’s already full."
The suitcase sat beside Jill Xi’s chair like a sleeping hound — silent, heavy, and full of finality. Thirty million credits, just like he said. No haggling. No drama. Just a smile, a nod, and a strange station name that made her smirk even now.
Silver & Diamond & Gold Factory Depot.
Gods help them all.
The bar was quieter now. Most of the regulars had trickled off to bunks or bulkheads. Jill waved down the bartender.
“One strong Gin-Tonic,” she said, her voice a touch raspier than usual. “To hell with tea.”
As the bartender poured, she slouched a bit in her seat, staring at the glass until the ice stopped clinking. The suitcase gleamed faintly in the low light — a blunt symbol of everything she’d just handed off.
It wasn’t just bricks and beds and airlocks. It was years. Memories. Missions. A foothold Med Force had once held in one of the roughest sectors of space.
But things had changed. The need had shifted. And she couldn’t justify keeping ghosts alive when the living needed her elsewhere.
She took a long sip from her glass, then pulled her datapad from her coat pocket and started tapping out a message to Billy and Doc.
