Jim nodded recalling his own experiences on junker bases where a clan would loose a parent or a whole family unit.. leaving children sometimes with no one.
"No ...junkers lose family members intermittently.. I do a lot of family counciling as a result and I never charge for it. But the trajedys are too spread out for just me to cover sometimes. Junkers get mostly quiet.. and keep thier personal concerns intensely private so..being the nosey bastard I am i have to pry and pry and..pry more to get these poor sods to open up.
Again.. if I had a medical frigate I was confident in Id be more then overjoyed to visit every trouble spot and critical aid location you name. because quite frankly your the authority there."
he saw Mrs.Holiday finally take a load off.
"It was divine madam.. thank you." he said to her complementing the meal.
He wet his whistle with refreshed wine glass.
"I feel it in my bones theres trouble brewing for all of us.. Not just junkers.. it might not just be me appealing to your expertise to convert some of those old corvos out there into medical frigates. Med.Force.One. Is a marvel and I know if anyone can make a ship into a medical facility.. your the one.. Thats basicly why I had to come to you for my project."
He contemplated
"Caneria medical..hrmm.. Groundhog doctors.. Im sure they probably want to just stuff me in a jar.. im weary of surgery.. Again.. Id trust you cause youve handled ships in space... as for the golfers.. that practice medicine I meet on some of these outer worlds... well.." He made a concerned sour expression.
"I have the cash.. I just need a diagnosis that tells me other then.. Im old and I need to live with it." he went for the rest of his wine.
"No one wants to be Lazarus here... but I keep getting 59's the new 40. .. heh heeeeeh....sssshhhhhheeeze sure I feel like 40... something else.. " he shook his head.
