An unconventional deal

[Doc Holliday]

For once, it was an easy supply run to make. Most recently, if a ship was caught with Slog onboard, that ship would soon be scrap for the Junkers to collect but the convenience of getting out of public eye and being able to run it where most patrols weren't made it easy. As it was, he had heard nothing good about it. He even managed to get some extra for Med Force to research.

He had been to Planet Harris many times but this was the first time in awhile. It had grown a great deal. He saw the dock and commented, "Cryer, Liberty and Bretonia." He just rolled his eyes as it was no secret of his dislike of the the Crown and of the Liberty government. Cryer? Med Force had common goals and ideals so they would be ideal partners.

"You are cleared to dock," announced the loadmaster and Doc did just that. Once he was moored, he put on something a robe, grabbed his bag and headed for the door.
"Just as ordered, Sir," he said to the loadmaster, "a thousand units of Slog.

He then asked, "Where might I find Miss Amelia?"