Med Force Matters over Dinner

[Doc Holliday]

Doc was always one who viewed the glass as half full but admittedly, it was hard to do with things in Theta as they were. He really couldn't hide it either, not from someone like Jill. She was too smart and knew him too well.
"It is too bad, Jill," he began. "Phoenix is a good group of people but lately I cannot figure them out. I think our differences are philosophical. I just feel that they need to see the will of the people of Pygar and less about control of it. Not long ago, no one cared about that cavernous ball of dirt. Now it has become an issue."
He paused and paced a little and sighed. "That is a good question, Jill, where IS that food going. I mean, Synth Paste is gross but it is food nonetheless for those who have little."

The Sails. They were another issues entirely. "The Black Sails. I have yet to speak to one of them but from what I hear through the grapevine, they are more interested in Bretonia. I would reach out to the Sails but under what pretext would I contact them? If the rumor mill is right, they will want monthly tribute just for us to exist here. Until I have more reason, I may leave them alone for now. As it is, I am more worried about these unknowns in the area than I am them so the platforms were a good idea. I have also ordered one of our escort pilots, Captain Lucian Pickett, to fly more security patrols in the area. His reports indicate numerous engagements with them."

He paused again and sipped his Scotch. The idea he had were good but scattered. Jill was more organized than he was so perhaps she was the best person to run this by. "I have been thinking, thinking about how far we have come as an Enterprise. While we are well known, we do not really have a product out there that is, well, us if you know what I am saying. That thing that everyone just has to have. We have been researching natural medicines and such but we still by a lot of goods from Cryer."
He stopped for a moment in pause and turned to her. "Remind me to forward my transcripts to you about my meetings with Cryer. I have been trying to re-kindle things with them."
He then returned to his ideas. His thoughts would be long ramblings.

"I do not think I need to explain to you how rough the life of a Zoner or anyone living in the Omicrons, Omegas or even the Taus can be. I remember hiking on Gran Canaria when it was a beautiful place and it was still rough. Get hurt out there without proper medical equipment and you may die where you are. I want to minimize that."
His face lit up a bit and he bounced his pointer finger back and forth in a positive way. "Imagine, a specialized survival kit that had more than your basic first aid kit, more than basic food rations or just water. No, it has to have more. Maybe a survival shelter, a basic tissue scanner, a distress beacon and some other survival tools."

He turned back to her with a big smile. "Imagine it! Folks like miners, freelancers and people in the relief market would make it a need....and it would be our creation."
His excitement was obvious. He had the smile of a teenager thinking that he was about to save mankind. In his own mind, he might be right as it would be a beginning.

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