... And the cogs start turning.

[Doc Holliday]

Doc stood a few steps past the door of the quarters he had been brought to and took a look around.
"Is there anything else I can get to make your stay more.....pleasurable?" asked the young officer.
Doc just turned and shook his head.
"Very well, Doctor. If you need anything, I'll have a guard outside your door," explained the officer. He quickly continued when Doc gave a stearn face at the mention of a guard, "Understand, Sir, it was ordered by Naval command."
Doc just nodded and the officer quickly scurried away. The door slid shut and Doc activated the lock.

His quarters were a bit smaller than he was used to but comfortable. Doc himself was beyond exhaustion but he was restless as he removed his robes and hung them in the closet. It felt good to remove his shoes and walk on a carpeted floor. Going over to his bag, he removed a bottle of Coalition Vodka and a brought it to the counter near the food simulator. He found a glass and filled it, taking a sip. With the glass in hand, he quietly began pacing, back and forth, for what seemed like an eternity.

He was alone with only his thoughts to keep him company and with the way things had gone, they weren't pleasant. The chase of his shuttle through Omega 50 by the SCRA fighters still had him on edge. He was still a mix of confused and upset over it. But more than that, he was worried, very worried, about his Discordian people, the people of Gran Canaria and the future of Sirius itself. He thought of his wife and daughter back home, fearing for their safety. He also thought of his friend, Alvin. When he did, he held his glass out a bit and toasted, "I haven't given you permission to die yet, Alvin!" and downed the contents of the glass.

He continued to pace, re-filling his glass along the way, his thoughts just eating at him. He didn't want to get involved in someone else's conflict but with the chase, he knew he was already involved. Nothing he had heard of the Volkhan was good. In fact, it was terrible and ruthless, everything that Doc opposed. It was that reason that he had to save his friend, Katz. That and he felt indebted to him. He never forgot the time he went out-of-his-way to find Midori when he was on his own deathbed while she was doing some work in Stuttgart.

He also wondered about General Alvarez who had managed to call on him. He wondered how those he commanded would adapt to his absense. He said aloud to himself, "Probably the same way my own will without me.....just fine."

Again finishing his glass, Doc laid down on the bed, exhausted. Still, he felt restless and after several minutes, found it difficult to sleep with all that was going through him. He got up and reached into his medical bag, loaded an injector with a sedative and injected himself. Putting the injector away, he laid back on the bed and pulled the quilt over him. Within a couple of minutes, the only people sleeping better than he was were the dead.

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