The Search for Malaclypse

[Doc Holliday]

Aboard Ambassador's.Ark, John Holliday stood in his private quarters as his wife was helping him prepare for his meet at Chapel Perilous. He was a bit worried as he stood in silence while his wife fixed every little flaw she could find in his robes.

"While I've led the flock, I haven't exactly maintained the sacred chao," he thought to himself, "it's been medicine and diplomacy."
She stood in front of him, fixing a spot on his robes near his shoulder, she noticed the stern look and silence.
"What wrong, John Henry?" she asked him.
He weekly smiled, "Oh...not much." She replied with only the look a wife could give who's husband wasn't fooling her.
"John Henry!" she said sternly, "Out with it!" She stopped helping him and folder her arms in front of her.

"Dahlin', I've done everything BUT be a Discordian since Mal left," he exlplained, "being a doctor, ambassador and keeping a loosely knit flock together but....no real preaching. Something tells me Mal won't be happy with that."

She put on a soft smile and took his hands, "John, you do your best. Those who follow you do their best and each preaches as they see fit."
He sighed as she continued, "The very fact that you keep together what he start will make him proud."
She then sighed herself and kept her smile, "you make me proud even when you not home."

She then continued fixing his robes.
"Mr. Ambassador," came the voice of Commander Alicia Cook, we are making the jump to the Yukon system."
"Very good, Alicia," Doc spoke out to his com, "inform me when we're ready to dock on the Freeport."
With that, he continued his preparations.

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