Club Discordia, Sin's After Hours

[Doc Holliday]

Doc gave Jaden a soft smile. It was one of comfort and concern. He had noticed the welling in her eye and offered her a handkerchief.
"It's OK, Senora," he said calmly, "even the strongest among us break after awhile. There is no shame in hurting."

He placed his arms out, his hands extended out on the table, "It has been quite some time since I went to Crete. More than once my ship was filled to the breaking point with food when I landed and I most often left without accepting one credit for it. I couldn't accept credits for something that is humanitarian like that."

Thoughts of the many things of the Empire that he didn't like crossed his mind. The fact that the Corsair government often sterilized it's female population without them having a say in it. The time a Corsair ambassador threatened his wife and most recently, the assault of Gran Canaria. Still, he was a doctor, a man who valued life and it was this thought alone that softened those feelings.

"Terraforming," he said aloud and paused. He then looked to her face, "I suppose it would be possible but with the hot environment of Crete, I don't know."
He thought again, his fingers drumming on the table, "If there were an area of Crete that wasn't so volcanically active or hot, say, a place at one of the planet's poles, it might be possible."
He then reached for his datapad, "Hang on." He sent a message to someone on Med.Force.One with the question. "We may have to wait a bit for his answer." He then put his hand back on the table.

As they waited, he made the best of the environment. "Let me ask you a personal question, Senora Armand. Did you leave the empire on your own or were you forced to leave? Either way I won't judge you."

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