The Theta summit

[Doc Holliday]

Med Force Academy, Omicron Theta, Six hours to Conference time

"Senor," he told his Corsair patient, "you and those of you that we rescued in the fighting are medically cleared. You will be turned over to your delegation once they arrive."
"Si, Senor, Holliday, gracias," the man told him. He paused a moment. "You know, Senor, the stories about you are true. You are a good man."
"Gracias, Senor," Doc replied to him kindly, "I was good friends with your late Elder Miguel Sephardi before some of you were born. Respect from the Corsairs has always been plentiful from your people."
Doc gave a light smile, "security will take you to a waiting room while you wait where you will be fed and given a place to rest." The two men shook hands and Doc left for another part of the hospital, one that few liked to visit.

He met the head mortician at the hospital morgue. The conflict that raged in Theta provided it with more remains than usual. It was actually a grim time for the Academy and a very tense one. The staff was on edge already even after the fighting stopped and were more so with the arrival of the Corsair delegates. Some feared more beds in the morgue would be filled but could only hope not.
"Here is a list of the deceased," Dr. Stinson told his boss, "We have the remains of 14 Zoners, 6 Corsairs, 3 Core members and 1 Outcast."
"How fitting," Doc commented in disgust, "all fighting parties represented and those were the ones that were recovered."
"Sir, 10 of the Zoner remains were recovered from the wreckage of Freeport 9, one of them being one of our new medics." explained Stinson.
"Have the families been notified?" asked Doc as he began signing death certificates for all.
"Of the ones we could locate, yes," was Stinson's answer.
"Very well," softly replied a somber Doc Holliday, "For those whom you cannot notify, grant them their final wishes per their written request and SOP."
Signing the last one, Doc handed the paperwork back to Stinson and left in disgust, walking alone by choice.

He was disgusted. He had but a few hours before the conference would start with Theta delegates from the area. Going through his mind was years of history with his Corsair neighbors. Violent as they were, he received more respect from them than he ever did from the likes of the Bretonian Crown and most recently, the Liberty government. He remembered when Miguel Sephardi once told him that the Corsairs wanted Freeport 9 back when the Outcasts were using it as a rally point for their incursions into Omicron Gamma. Somehow, war was prevented back then. "What the hell happened," kept going through his mind. He had no answers. All that he knew was that his people needed him and he had put off some work in Baffin to be with them. Not just his people, but the Neo Covenant church, the people of Pygar, Omicron Supply Incorporated and even the Corsairs themselves even if they didn't want to admit it. Recent work and events had made Omicron Theta the home of his people and he didn't want them to live in a warzone. That is not what Med Force Enterprises was about.

He continued the long walk down hallways in deep thought. He passed the things that made it all worthwhile, the things that were good with the universe. He passed classes in session, everything from basic first aid to people finishing final steps to take the medical practice into Sirius and Gallia. He continued past a daycare where kids were playing while their parents worked. He stopped to watch them catching the eye of the young lady supervising them. She smiled and waved to which Doc returned the same. After watching for another minute, he continued. He went by the maternity ward where again he stopped. In a universe full of death, there was someplace that was giving new life and Doc was proud of the ward itself. It was larger than the one on Med Force One and with staff making a home on station, relations were more common. Providing services to the residents of Pygar, they often came to have their children on station. There was always a new child in the ward and he actually went in to hold a newborn. Considering recent deaths, it drew a tear to his eye even with the smile on his face. His visit complete, he continued on. No one really spoke to him as it showed he had much on his mind.

He would arrive in his personal quarters. He still had about 5 hours to conference time and opted to rest a bit. He called back to Dr. Stinson to request copies of death certificates he had signed before pouring himself a glass of Scotch. He was looking at an old picture, one of a happier time with his late wife and three kids back on Gran Canaria. For a moment, he laid down on his bed in thought as he looked up at the ceiling while he sipped the Scotch. He wanted to unwind a bit but laying down and a drink wasn't working. He got up and put a picture on his com screen, one of his latest love. "Isabella you she devil," he said to the screen. Wanting to keep things quiet between them, he turned off the screen before setting his eyes on his baby grand piano which brought a soft smile to his face. He then made a com call to the security chief.
"Anna, I will be in my quarters. Call me when the first delegates are thirty minutes out." She simply replied with a, "Yes, Sir."

It was on his piano that he found his solace. He would play continuously until Anna called him some 5 hours later.
Relaxing piano

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