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Conference room 2, Med Force Omega Hospital, Omega 3 System
The base was finally at its new position about 8 kilometers from Freeport 1 and just off the lanes. It was ideal and the staff was settling in. Much change was underway and there was a buzz of excitement. Recent positive correspondence with the Corsairs put people at ease and for the moment, Erie was on the back burner. Now, a new opportunity, a group from Bretonia was exploring a business opportunity with the Enterprise.
Finnean MacRory was visiting the station. There was no major preparations or cleaning for the guest but business as usual. Medical staffs taking care of the needs of patients and the base staff keeping things going. Billy Garand, the current base administrator, was running supplies. The bar had a few off duty personnel relaxing while a couple of people were involved in a game of Chess.
Doc himself was in his best robes in Conference room 2 preparing to meet his guest. His instructions were simple: just escort Mr. MacRory and his people to the room and keep waitstaff where they could be called upon. For the moment, Doc had a seltzer in his hand and on the table was a medium sized platter of cheeses, pepperoni and crackers. As he waited, he just looked out the window at the passing ships and watched a Corsair patrol skirmish with a bounty hunter.
"Doctor," called a voice over the intercom, "You guests have landed. I will escort them to you in about ten minutes."
"Excellent," he replied, "I will be waiting."