Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

It was a quiet night at the Tombstone Estate. Unable to sleep, John Holliday sat quietly in his Western room looking at old pictures and memorabilia from ages past. He smiled at one of his favorite possessions, a picture of him standing with his old friend, Wyatt Earp.
"I could use you right now," he whispered as he put down the picture.

John was disturbed and uneasy having recently voted against someone he respected. It just wasn't settling well with him. Even though he poured himself a drink, he then pushed it away as his stomach wasn't in the mood for it. He was physically exhausted but couldn't sleep. Rather than keep his wife awake, he tried in some way to ease his mind. His efforts for the most part were fruitless. He then resorted to the only thing that sometimes made him feel better when all else wouldn't, writing in his logs.

Ambassador's Personal Log:
I can't help but thing that the more I try to please everyone the harder things seem to get. Voting against Elder Sephardi has only made me feel worse even if my reasons were in my estimation, sound.

My encounter a few days back with the MNS- Cassus Bell gave me a flicker of hope. The ship's captain, who's name escapes me at the moment, was a good fellow to speak with. I do hope my travels include another meeting with him. He was willing to listen and even step up to a proposed table of diplomacy in the future.

He sighed and sat in though for a few moments which seemed like an eternity. With the things on his mind, he still found it difficult to write.

I really wish that those I deal with could see life as I have. The second chance at life has been a miracle that I don't wish to waste. Perhaps if only people could have such an experience they too would choose the course I have......even if my temper does flare up and get in the way from time to time. I sometimes wonder if people in Sirius or even in Gallia realize that it was a century of continuous fighting that led them all here in the first place? That they almost wiped out humanity over difference of opinion? These Corsairs and Outcasts have so much in common. I wish they could see through it. They are some of the best pilots I have ever seen, have the same background and language but have such a huge blanket of hate between them. I do believe that Elder Sephardi would do a fine job bridge building between the groups. But how, how to put it all together?

He then re-read everything he had just entered. As he had anticipated, his fatigue was clouding him and slowly taking over.
"I sometimes write aimlessly," he thought out loud as he closed his log, somewhat disgusted with himself. Never touching the glass of brandy that he had poured, he would eventually fall asleep in his chair only to be awaken several hours later by his concerned but smiling wife.

*more to come*

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