Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

Location:Shasta Station, Baffin System
Ambassador's Office

Malcalypse, taking a leave of absense for some deep religious reasons, left the good doctor in charge of Autonomous Zoner issues until he returned. Accordingly, with a load of deuterium in his hold, he left the Estate to spend his fill-in command time at Shasta which he felt was his rightful place during this time. It also gave him an excuse to finish his office there and too render much needed medical and dental service to the station personel. Besides traders stopping for a load of amulets or just passing through, it was a very quiet place which for those in worship was just fine.

Each night he would chat with Midori for a few minutes before retiring for the evening and througout his day he often looked at her picture on his desk. To keep his mind in good spirits, he would spend some time at the bar either having a few drinks with station personel or amassing extra credits at the card table. That was one old habit he refused to give up and made a health sum doing it. He also kept a running log to keep track of each days events. Always attentive to detail, it would make his debrief to Mal that much easier upon his return. On this night, he sat at his desk with a glass of Gallic Wine wearing a comfortable night robe. Putting on a pair of reading glasses, he began his entry:

In such the short time I have come to know Malcalypse, I didn't figure I would be the one he would entrust with the clan in an absence. I guess I should be honored and I am greatful for his faith. Cid's Claw made my life a little less boring and helpful by patrolling the system. It was my first real chat with him. An honorable fellow as he also has taken to keeping an eye on Midori while I am out.

*takes a sip of his wine and continues*

The more I look at rosters and clan paperwork, the more confused I get. I can only wonder how Mal keeps it all straight.

*looks at a list of names*

Tis' a shame when a few good folk are let go but I guess it must be done. To those who have been let go, I do wish the best for them. Of course, another eventful day in the Omicron Delta system. Those Keepers never quit and through infection have a Liberty Navy Cruiser helping them. I found it very surprising yet honorable that a group such as Ronin would step up and help out as they have, making repairs and supplying fuel. As they stood ready to fight today for a base that wasn't even theirs, I dispatched the Freebird Delta to stand with them. Between the Ronin, the Delta, the OSI and the Order and Bounty Hunters going after the Nomad threat, they never got near the base. I'm hoping that one of these times the Keepers give up on the base but I somehow doubt it.

*takes another sip of wine and scratches his nose*

I also received a report from Commander Matok regarding the Bretonian Privateers. He spoke with a Carruthers in Tau-31 and made some understandings. I have hope for the crazy Klingon as his diplomatic abilities aren't so "in-your-face" as they once were although he's still got a nasty temper on him. Beyond that, just casual reports of Tazmaniacs running their routes. Until tomorrow, John Holliday out.

With that, he took his wine glass and walked over to the window that overlooked Planet Eris. Docked a short distance on the base was a Borderworlds DL freighter. He stood silent, letting his mind just wander and finally after several minutes, took a deep sigh. Holding up his glass, he said, "Good night, Midori." He then finished the wine. Setting the empty glass on his desk, he locked his office and went to his quarters to retire for the evening.

*more to come*

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