Tombstone Estate

[Doc Holliday]

He sat on his deck, overlooking the field to a distant treeline where his cabalas were grazing. His security staff kept their distance over the past several days knowing full well that something was very wrong with the man they respected and kept safe. In fact, the estate house itself was empty except for John Holliday himself. Midori and Emiko were safe in Kusari. It had been a couple of weeks since he last saw them and it made him sick. For fear of some mercenary cashing in on a bounty, she remained in Kusari and it made him sick to be apart. And, with each passing day, he grew more angry.

Today, his only friend was the bottle of Brandy on a small table next to the seat he was lounging in. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white cotton shirt and his old pistol belt was secured to his waist with both guns loaded. He hadn't shaved in days and he was well on his way to being drunk when he poured another glass and took a sip from it.

He had heard all that was going on in the Omegas and Omicrons, the Corsair assault and how his life's work was all for not. He had heard of the deaths of many a pilot defending all they had left. His dream, [i]Med Force One[/] was now in control of his chief medical officer Dr. Edward Tesh. John, seething with anger and growing more so by the day, had become a shadow of his peaceful self.

"You are a man of peace," ran through his mind over and over, the statement made by his friend, Alvin Katz.
"Then why don't I feel it?" he asked out loud before taking another swallow of Brandy.
Memories of a life past surfaced from a time when he and his good friend, Wyatt, sought revenge on those who made trouble for them and killed their friends.
But this was different. The Corsairs weren't the McClaurys or Clantons, no, they were more deadly and more numerous. On the ground, he could still out duel any one of them but in a cockpit, he was worthless.
Yes, he missed his friend...he missed him a lot. It was times like this that he cursed the cryogenic team that preserved him and brought him back.

But, as he sat, another thought crossed his mind....Gallia. The words of Aurelia DeFrance seemed to loom large, "With all of you Sirians tearing at each others throats, you're all ripe for takeover." He just nodded at this thought with a smirk.
"I warned them," he said quietly but out loud to himself, "I warned you all."
He then finished his Brandy and poured yet another glass.
"I think I'll just sit on my intelligence and let them figure it all out," he said to himself as he continued staring off into the horizon.

There he sat, overlooking the field to a distant treeline where his cabalas were grazing. He said nothing. He just stared and continued to seethe in rage.

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