Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

Location: Evora Shipyard, Omicron 100

"And thaaaat should do it, Commander," said Doc as he finished the last stitch of Commander Michael Vincent's wound over his right eye as he put down his surgical scissors, "it'll smart for awhile but besides some damaged pride, you will be fine. Now, just lay back and relax."

With a sigh, the commander did as instructed, "Thanks, Doc. I'm just glad I dropped you and Mrs. Holliday off on the base before going out." Then he sighed again, "Sorry about the Moonstone."
"That's all right, Commander," replied Doc, "at least it got blown up in the right place, right where it was built in the first place. Now, I'm going to check on some other patients."

Earlier that day, a huge battle ensued after the Zoner Consortium, under heavy escort, took delivery of it's new ship, the Leonardo, an IMG carrier from Tau 44 and safely flew it to Evora. Under the watchful eye of Commander Vincent, the Hollidays flew the Hathor as escort. Upon arrival, Keepers and Wilde pursued them before the Commander took the ship for base defense. He didn't last long but he safely escaped.

Several other wounded arrived at Evora and Doc assisted in treating the injured. For such a huge battle, the casualty reports weren't that bad although the numbers hadn't yet been finalized. Even working hand in hand with the Evora medical staff, John Holliday worked himself tired. Finding a break, he sat down under the watch of his wife and took a cold glass of water. As he sat down to enjoy, a young Order officer approached.

"Mr. Ambassador," he said, "an update on the Moonstone." Doc motioned him to join him.
"Sir, your ship was more disabled than anything," he said, "the structural integrity held but they destroyed the power plant which we are replacing. I'm just afraid, Sir, that you will be stuck here for a day or two."

"That's all right," replied Doc with a weak smile, "do what you must. Just give us somewhere to stay and we'll be fine."
"It has already been arranged, Sir," said the officer, "a diplomatic suite for you and the misses and officer's quarters for the Commander."

"Very well, then" replied Doc, "thank you." The young officer bowed his head, turned and walked away.
Doc then turned to his wife and Commander Vincent, "well, I didn't figure I'd be staying here so....."
He then pulled out a pack of playing cards from his medical bag, "...maybe these Order fellas like Poker."

"That's almost an insult, Ambassador," snickered the Commander, "they're as beaten up as I am or worse and now you want to take their credits."

"Well, it's not near as insulting as those Bounty Hunters in Omicron Theta just watching those Nomads go by and doing nothing," snapped Doc, beginning to shuffle the cards, "and besides, no one ever told me of a bad time to take someone's money!

Commander Vincent sighed at the comment of the Bounty Hunters, "maybe we should have dropped them some credits."
"Nah," replied Doc, "the Core asked me awhile ago to join them for a dinner in Omega 15 sometime. Maybe it's time I do and find out a few things. But, for now, I guess we should keep ourselves occupied."

"Well, Mr. Ambassador, you do that. I'm going to catch a few zees. I'm spent," said the Commander as he got up and headed for his quarters.

Doc sighed and turned to his wife who was sitting and watching him. He knew the look. He had seen a lot of it lately. Knowing that he had taken care of the injured had been treated, he stood up. He took the hands of his wife and helped her up. He then turned to a medical officer not far away,
"If I'm needed, just page me in my quarters," he said,
"Yes, Sir," was the reply.
With that, the Hollidays walked arm in arm into their quarters to "await there ride home."

*more to come*

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