Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

Location: Planet Gran Canaria, Omega 49 System

The day was clear and pleasant on the Canaria surface. John Holliday was out and about in his front yard walking about his grounds when he noticed coming in for a landing on his space port was a Conference class Gunboat. He looked at his pocket watch in confusion.
"I'm not expecting anyone," he said to himself, watching the ship engage it's landing thrusters. He only shook his head in confusion. He began a steady walk to the landing ship, not realizing just how far he had to go. As he walked, Grady drove up in his Estate vehicle and drove him to the port. At Doc's request, Grady went about his business as there was another Estate truck at the port.

The ship finally settled to a landing and shut it's main engine down, the steam of the cooling landing thrusters filling the air. Then, the main door opened. As the pilot stepped into the doorway, a slight grin began to grow on his face. He knew the walk, he knew the outline and his gut told suspected. When she pulled her helmet off, her long, black hair fell to her shoulders as she flung her head enough to get it from her face. It was his beloved Midori, home at last.

She was as excited as he was. Dropping her helmet, she ran to him and jumped into a full embrace just about knocking him to the ground.
"Oh, Dahlin', you are finally home," he spoke with much joy. He then put her on her feet and held her back a bit, "let me look at you." He did so, just scanning her with his eyes as she spun in place for him and then returned to his clutches.

"I wanted to surprise you, Honey," she said, "so I never called ahead."
"It's the kind of surprise I like," he answered through his smile.
"You like my ship?" she asked him, motioning to it with her hand.
"Well, at least now I know where those transfers went I sent you," he answered. "Let's look her over."

With that, they walked around the ship which was freshly built in a Zoner shipyard. The paint was unblemished and new and the cockpit had the new ship smell to it.
"Very nice," he said in approval.
"I buy good armor," she explained, showing the extra armor on board. "I think more defense than anything."
"And it's so good to have in radiated environments like the Omega systems," he added.
"A simple weapons package too. Wisely picked," he finished.
"I not fighter like you, John," she said.
"Dahlin', I don't care much for fighting anymore, you know that. If I must, I will but only then will I do so," he explained.
"So, have you thought of a good name for it?" he wondered, scratching his chin. "Every good ship needs a name."

Midori stood in thought, staring at her new ship. She agreed with him but couldn't think of one.
"It is a shame," she softly declared, "I can not think of one."
"Well then, think about it for awhile. When you do, we'll christen your ship proper like, with champagne over the nose," Doc said.
With that, he walked her to the truck and after a smooch, he opened the door, let her in and headed to the Estate.

"Hungry?" he asked.
"Starving!" she declared, "rations are old after a couple of days travel.
"That they are," agreed Doc, "that they are."
"My father says Hi to you," she added. "I saw him on the way home."
"I trust your folks are well?" inquired Doc.
"Hai," she replied, "They are fine. They just wonder when they will get to see you again."
"Depends where travels take me, Dahlin'," he answered.

"I am just dying for a shower," said Midori as she entered the mansion.
"Go take care of yourself and I'll get something for us to eat," he answered, again getting a smooch out of her before they headed off to do their respective chores.

*more to come*

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