Eris on Cardamine

[Doc Holliday]

Doc found himself sprawled on a floor. He was physically exhausted, hungry and now his mind was a twisted, mental wreck, as twisted as a destroyed battlecruiser. He found his way to his hands and knees, trying to catch his breath. Then, he managed to get himself to a seated position.

He felt himself. He had no wound. Then, he looked about wide eyed and scared.
"Midori," he said, "My Midori."
He continued to look around. He saw no eye, no Golanski but whatever had just taken place very much stuck with him. As he began to settle himself a bit, he realized that whatever happened was in his mind. As disciplined as Doc's mind was, whatever was here was powerful and that he was no match for it.
At that point, he began questioning himself. Was wanting to study and understand the Nomads worth it? Would they be willing to find a peaceful co-existence. While he was beginning to realize the entity's power, a part of him told him "You didn't come this far to quit. Humanity may well depend on you."

"Shut up!" he said aloud. More thoughts from whatever just happened crossed his mind. He was found guilty...but of what? His life's mission was the health, safety and well being of others. How could that be something of guilt?
Still, whatever just happened was powerful and it weakened him. It would take close to an hour before Doc found his way to his feet.

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