The hand that heals

[rewritable]

Hiran was still there, a peaceful giant unaffected by events on its orbit. Promenade deck provided a magnificent view on the planet and surrounding clouds, with all passengers either in their cabins or in queue for the medical it was now empty, except for leisurely strolling figures of John and Tanya.

"... a gas giant. Have you ever thought of how important part gas plays in our universe? Planets, clouds, nebulas, even stars and alike are made of it. Given enough temperature, everything turns into gas, as in an eternal cycle..." A signal on his communication device made John interrupt his impromptu speech, which would have made any competent tour-guide or astrophysicist scream in terror. "Excuse me, Tanya, just a moment"

John listened to the transmission and flinched slightly. The urge to express everything he thought of this one certain Cryer coordinator was overwhelming, but he could not afford such luxury as even more strained relations. "Damn diplomacy," John though as he recorded his reply.

"Executive Coordinator Cabulb, let me express my condolences for the loss of life of your employee. It was a tragic accident, caused by a mentally unstable individual driven over the edge by the stress of the situation. I am sure nothing like this will repeat.

I understand that you need to ensure the safety of your employees. I also recall that I already authorized the use of non-lethal equipment upon you arrival. Liner's security staff is overworked already, so I believe there will be conflicts of interest if your employees patrol near your workplaces. However, I request that any incidents are reported to me personally.

I've noticed a decline of activity of Cryer's teams. I hope that it marks that maintenance work is nearing the end. Hopefully, we will be able to talk about this event in a past tense soon enough."

With the transmission sent, John returned to Tanya, "We shall continue to hospital. Let's see how the progress of distribution goes"

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