The Court of Queen Carina

[Doc Holliday]

Doc did his best to control his normally short temper as he could sense the sarcasm in her voice. Obviously, for the Queen to ask of his presence she must of thought better of him than that.

"what was it again? A cough?" was what got under his skin like a needle. As they walked, he politely voiced his displeasure on the matter.

"It was quite more than a cough," he said as he had a sharp look in his face, "as it took a double lung transplant to save my life. I have the records and the scar to prove it if the Crown so desires to see them.
I abdocated the chair of the then Council of Zoners to someone who was more able to run it."

He then sighed, attempting to control his anger with the thought of Aurelia DeFrance. While he controlled it, his disgust was plainly evident, "Aurelia Silvan or, as she is now known, Aurelia DeFrance, is my cross to bear. I was betrayed, the Zoners were betrayed and I have no doubt that all of Sirius will be betrayed." He paused a moment, "Not a day goes by that I don't regret what I did."

He then lightened up a bit, "Gran Canaria. I take much pride of my accomplishments. My home, Canaria Medical, my laboratories, Med Force One and as I'm sure you know, Port Jackson, the refugee colony. Visiting the Bretonian children there makes it very rewarding."
He paused a moment as he smiled, "There's no better feeling than watching a young child beam at you with a smile when they receive a simple toy. Both my wife and I find the same reward of making a difference in someone's life."

He then pulled himself together as they were at the great windows, listening to the Queen speak of Gallia. He gently nodded his understanding.
"I understand your sentiment," the Ambassador stated professionally, "one thing that we can agree on is that we have a fair idea of what to expect. I have a reliable source of intelligence on Gallia, one that is well versed in tactics. The question is, can they be stopped?"

He then continued, "I did have an idea but one that was a dream, one in which all warring factions would have to set aside differences to work together, one that would go back to the roots of why the sleeper ships arrived in Sirius in the first place, to find a place of peace after a century of pointless fighting."
He then sighed, "But, as I said, it is but a dream."

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