A Meeting A Foster Base (//Doc and PLR ONLY)

[Doc Holliday]

Doc paused in thought, softly bobbing his head. "You say that like you don't trust me." hit him like a knock out punch. He suspected it was coming though and figured if not her, someone else of the Rogues would ask it. His problem was more how to answer it. After some thought, he turned to her and nodded. His face was stern but he submitted.
"All right," he began to her, his mouth hanging open a bit before his next word, "....Cardamine!"
He turned and started walking slowly, "I hate it. I hate everything it represents. I hate how innocent people are forced to cultivate it. I hate how people die who just want to be free of it..." He again turned toward her as he began to boil, "....and I hate, I HATE how I allowed it as an administrator to pass freely through my space to preserve peace with my neighbors. I disapprove of it's..........."
By now he found himself almost nose to nose with her in his growing rage. She didn't move but her look spoke volumes. She wasn't the enemy or the problem yet temperament got the better of him. Stopping, he pulled back and sat down, his hands on a table as he looked upward, shaking his head and speaking softly and calmly.

"I couldn't stop it. I wanted to keep peace. I allowed slaves to pass through Baffin to their eventual doom. Men, women, children who had done nothing more than being in the wrong place."
Again he paused before continuing, "The Outcasts using it to force loyalty." He turned to look at Thing, "Even to you Rogues. I don't need to tell you that loyalty is earned and is worthless when forced."
He again turned, looking straight ahead, "So many came to me for help. I just couldn't. I watched people die in violent tremors because it was what they would rather do than be a slave to it......and the autopsies I performed afterward made me hate it more."
His eyes grew heavy as he spoke, "Then I was given the nanites. I had limited success with them but I just didn't have the knowledge to do more. I just need that one break through, that one person, who can help me end the slavery."

His hand went to clutch a pistol in his holster that wasn't there but on another table. For once, he showed fear. "Now you understand why that if anyone ever knew in the Maltese nation that it would be my certain death. I'll take many with me but......no doubt it would end me."

He just sighed, awaiting the Rogue to turn him in to her Outcast masters or to hope that she had mutual feelings.

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