Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Mr.Fabulous]

"Indeed, Senor. I hardly expect any of my people to show up this far from the Omicrons. And that's the way I prefer it, considering my... history. But I digress.

"Some food would be nice, Senor, gracias. If the Club can manage it, I'd like to have a large helping of Spicy Chimichanga, please. If not, a simple Burrito would do fine." She nodded to Doc in order to finalize her request.

Clasping her hands together on the table, she giggled as she slowly said, "Don't worry, Senor. I'm not asking you to reveal your entire life's story to me, or of your personal relationships or what-not. I thought about starting off with the medical question... but I'm afraid you may not get my situation if I don't begin with the personal ones first. If you're as cunning as your reputation precedes, you'll put two-and-two together and also get the medical one, anyway."

Sighing heavily, her smile quickly turned into a very low frown. She stared over Doc's shoulder towards the burning hearth as she began, "Senor Holliday... I love my people dearly. Even though they've long ago shun me from my home, I still do everything within my capabilities to aid them, be it delivering food and supplies to them, or tipping them of offensives against their borders and the like... But I fear my simple efforts aren't enough.

"Not too long ago, I managed to garner enough neutrality from the newer pilots to be able to enter Gamma. There, I got to look upon my homeworld once again... after so many years of being away. I look upon Planet Crete, the planet I was born on, and I cry a little inside. I came from a settlement situated within an active, dangerous volcano that spews hot soot and magma everyday. And everyday, it was a struggle to survive.

"And when I first saw death as a teenager, in the form of a friend of mine dying from the soot choking on his lungs and severe malnutrition when the food shipment was being very late, that's when I said to myself, 'This wasn't a planet for a little girl, or anyone to grow up in.'"

By now, her face wrinkled a little from sadness, her right eye started to glisten in tears, but strangely enough her left eye wasn't welling up. She did her best in keeping herself from coughing on her next words, "Senor Holliday. What do you... What is your opinion on having Planet Crete be re-terraformed into something more habitable?"

The woman's left eye shifted to faint green, while the other seemed to sparkle brilliantly before Doc's discerning gaze, like the countless stars of Sirius had suddenly been encased within that single window into her soul. But that glint, however, was a look of desperation, of being in a cruel crossroads where every path before her looked dark and bleak for light years on end.

She grew more agitated and nervous with each passing second as she waited for Doc's reply. Her hands retreated to her arms in what was a vain attempt at using friction to warm herself. The mood, from that of warm greetings and welcoming company, had quickly turned for the stale and the cold, despite the fireplace's efforts in keeping the air around them friendly and bright.

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