Doctors, Researchers and Mercenaries, Oh My!!

[Doc Holliday]

Med Force Academy, Conference Room 2, Omicron Theta

It had been a very long time since Doc was involved with a diplomatic function. He had sworn long ago that he would give up that line of work. Apparently, he was wrong as he gave himself one last check in a mirror to make sure his robes were right. They were old robes from his TAZ days but they were comfortable. Wait staff was setting up the table with some snack food to start and a bartender was getting himself ready. Doc himself was in thought as he wasn't speaking to anyone just yet.

Med Force Academy had quickly become a huge beacon of success for Med Force Enterprises and it was time to spread their wings a bit more. He knew only a little about the Mercenary Council and he was admittedly nervous. Mercenaries were often hired guns which was a total opposite of what Med Force Enterprises was but they did assist with a contract and they were looking beyond combat entities. He again reviewed some notes on his datapad as he awaited the arrival of the attendees. What made his day easy was that he had no surgeries so he was semi-relaxed.

Med Force staff would be present. He counted on them more and more as the Enterprise had grown. He knew that Jill would be there but wasn't sure who else would. Still, he planned for a medium sized gathering. For the moment, he put away his datapad and retreated toward a window, looking out at a passing freighter headed for Freeport 9, his hands behind his back.

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[MFE]Med Force One | Tales of Recovery|Med Force Enterprises

[Piombo65]

The research ship arrived at the destination docking at the station. While some sinister figures exited from that vessel, one of them distinguished above all: It was a young girl, around 23 years old, with a black tight outfit and an Auxilia logo on her chest. She was very beautiful, maybe the cutest of the entire Sirius Sector, the example of "Woman-Angel" everybody wished in their life. She reached the Conference Room after the staff noticed the waiter that "They arrived". But instead finding some bounty hunter-like guy, armed-to-teeth man or an exo-armored soldier, a simple, nice and cute girl just appeared without almost anything that could recall a mercenary if not her black pilot suit. When the permission was granted, she entered at the room with a simple <<Greetings!>>, with her iconic smile.

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{AC}= Auxilia Coalition - Recruitment - Register your mercenary company

[Pennyfield]

Med Force Academy, Staff Office, Top Deck, Omicron Theta

Jill was late and she knew it. Quickly making her way to the side elevator she made a mental note to hire an assistant. After all, this academy was a lot of work and even though she managed it, the busy days were taking their toll.
Fortunately she had a chance to talk to the Doc prior to the meeting. It was good to see him again for it had certainly been a while. There was even some time for a meal in the cafeteria and a quick tour of the academy.

When she stepped out of the elevator into the corridor she was greeted by Anne Preben, the Security Chief. "How are things going Anne?" She said. "...and my apologies for doing this at such short notice.". Anne just smiled wearily and mentioned something about bad timing but that it'll all work out as security around the conference area had been tightened.

"Good, keep me posted on the situation Anne, send any and all updates to my datapad please." Jill said as they went their separate ways and as she entered the conference room she was glad she saw a familiar face.

Med Force Enterprises | Med Force General-B | Med Force Academy

[Riley Mackenzie]

Riley turns on the gurney and it lifts to its default hovering height. The body on the gurney however, deserves an explanation. It's robotic, it's headless, and its name is Shamus 2.0'Shawnessey.

As he heads towards the conference room pushing his presently deactivated friend, Riley's mind races. He feels deeply out of his depth here. Entering the medical profession was not something he ever planned on, but it happened. The only formal medical training he's ever had was Gaian field medicine back when he was an Edinburgh Guardsman.

Still, fear is a good thing. Fear forces evolution, and evolution is cool.

Since Riley has yet to begin his professional medical schooling, for now, he thinks of himself as evolved into a porter. Shamus is the brains. Riley is mostly here as tech support.

Speaking of brains, Shamus' brain is in the hands of the robotic carcass. It's a heavy titanium sphere called a 'F.N.O.R.D. Unit.' it has a small pineal crystal stuck to it like a magnet, and another crystal is similarly stuck on the chest of the body on top of where the primary power supply is located.

Riley stops nearby the conference room door and begins to attach a good-sized visual monitor he brought with them. Once finished, and minimum power on, another pineal crystal begins generating heat inside one of Riley's pockets.

He pulls it out, and when he lets go, the crystal attaches to the monitor like a magnet, and just like that, Shamus is awake.

Riley still doesn't understand how or why the crystal trick works, but he's still amazed that it does.

The robotic body holding the titanium brain lifts its monitor and turns to look at Riley.

"Hi, Mate." Shamus said.

"Hey Dude. No time to explain." Riley responded. "We are about to attend a diplomatic meeting led by Doc with some merc group. That's all I really know at the moment. I think we need to be here though."

"So, no pressure then, huh?" asked the blurry-faced Shamus sarcastically.

Riley ignored him and helped him to his feet before they walked into the conference room together.

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[Guild Of St Patrick]

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* incoming transmission *

Comm ID ...... Nichola White
Location ....... St Agatha Hospital
To ................. All MFE Establishments
Copy ………. Hospital Ops Control

Subject ......... MFE Ship Saint Agatha Hospital Prepares to Support the Academy Conference.

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MFE St Agatha Hospital to support the Om Theta Conference

After I had announced that we were to cease the current tasks to return to our home system to support Docs Conference, a cheer echoed around the ship as it had been some time since we had seen our friends and loved ones.
All departments made ready their facilities in order to cope with any requirement that we may be asked to perform. Orders were placed to the Cryer base in Cambridge for those few items that we were deficient on as the ships Captain received operational reports from his own crew that the hospital ship was ready in all respects for the journey.
In just 20 minutes from the first announcement the MFE St Agatha Hospital ship left New London for home. A brief stop for those supplies in Cambridge is the only pause from our journey.

Message Ends


Nichola White,
Advanced Emergency Nurse Practitioner, St Agatha Hospital

Med Force Enterprises

Med Force Enterprises welcomes your help!
Send your donation to [MFE]Donations and join the cause to build hope where little may exist.

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Med Force Enterprises | Med Force General-B | Med Force Donryu RnD

[Doc Holliday]

Med Force Academy, Conference Room 2, Omicron Theta

When the simple girl entered the conference room, Doc turned from his window. At first, he didn't know who had entered, only that someone did. When he noticed her, he had a look of surprise as he didn't know who she was. He gave a quick fix of his robes, the purple and orange trim of his old TAZ robe flowed with the rest of it and greeted his guest with a kind smile of his own with his light, old world southern accent.
"Young lady, I am Dr. John Holliday, founder of Med Force Enterprises." His smile grew to a chuckle. "You must be from Auxilia. I admit, I was expecting someone loaded to the gills in weapons." He shook her hand and escorted her to where she could get a drink and something to eat.
"I hope your trip here was uneventful," he added.

As they began to get to chatting, delegates started to arrive. Riley McKenzie arrived with.......a guest. If anyone would recognize his old robes, Riley would. Doc excused himself from the Auxilian to greet them.
"Long time, no see, Old friend," he said to them. He was a little confused but didn't show it. He then introduced the Auxilian delegate to them and they all began some small talk waiting for others to show.
Doc's datapad buzzed. Excusing himself, he read the message from Nichola White and nodded. Good, she would be along too. Now he awaited Jill, his right hand.

He also sent a short message to one of his students, Sonja Wilke. "You may attend the conference if you wish but more as an observer. You will learn much from this process and it will also be a good study of human interaction."

With that, he returned to speaking with his guests while awaiting the rest to arrive.

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[MFE]Med Force One | Tales of Recovery|Med Force Enterprises

[Piombo65]

The cute girl chuckled at the Doc's response: <<We're not everyone so full of weapons, some member of yours would have noticed that, we're mercenaries but also freelancers, doctors, scientists, architects and so on... independent from authorities.>>. Then she presented herself to Mr. Holiday and to the other subjects who entered at the room: <<I'm "Mary", independent Auxilia-partner Doctor. Nice to meet you!>>.

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{AC}= Auxilia Coalition - Recruitment - Register your mercenary company

[Broken Wings]

Sonja Walked Through the Floors with a Book in her hand, she didn't notice where she was going as she enters the Conference Room by Accident. she hadn't noticed the Message from Doc as she was too Occupied by the Homework she had gotten by one of the Professors. she only noticed it as she bumped into someone. She looks up and sees around, a bit of Confusion on her face.

Sonja: oh am I think I am Wrong here, Sorry I didn't want to Interrupt your Meeting.

She Looks up and Sees Mary, which brings a big smile to her face. Sonja Runs to her and Hugs her Sister. Sonja Looked like a Nurse and even had some Glasses on her nose for easier Reading after long Hours. As always she had Niki on her Shoulder whose presence alone makes the Patients Smile and feel a bit better.

Sonja: Sister what are you doing here, why didn't you told me you come by?

Now she Noticed Doc who she bumped into and Blushed Deeply, it was embarrassing for her to Interrupt this.

Sonja: I am sorry John I didn't want to Crash your meeting, I was just so Captured by the Book.

[Riley Mackenzie]

As Riley enters the conference room with Shamus, He reflexively locates the exits, and assesses any possible threats. At the moment, there is Doc, sporting his old pope robes and conversing with an extremely fit young woman in a very flattering flight suit. It took a second to realize Doc already acknowledging his arrival with Shamus as he approached and said, "Long time, no see, Old friend."

Riley couldn't help but smile. "It's good to see you again too, Doc.

Riley was about to officially introduce Shamus to him, but something in the air convinced him to wait for a more casual time and place. Doc then introduced the young woman in the flight suit. Riley initially was surprised to learn that as an Auxilian delegate, she was one of 'the mercs' he was wondering about. However, the surprise dissipated quickly as the small talk began, because as every Gaian knows, strength has nothing to do with one's size, or gender or how well put together she is.

(Damnit! focus!)

It was only a couple of minutes of conversation before Doc excused himself to check his datapad and the Auxilian was greeted by a newly arrived nurse to the room who is apparently also a sibling.

During the lull, Shamus leans down and asks Riley quietly, "That man, Doc. Why does he look familiar to me?"

"You recognize him?" Riley asked.

"I'm not sure. I feel like I do, but I can't place him."

"You, Me, and He used to operate in the same circles...try to remember the robes. It may help jog something loose for ya. Be patient. There will be another time for this, just not now. OK?"

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[Jaffa]

Marcus Quinn entered the conference room, doing his best to avoid all the other attendees he know almost nothing about and reluctantly strode towards the refreshment table. The idea was to pose as one of those socially awkward individuals. Not too difficult of an act if he was to be honest with himself.

Maybe this was not the best idea after all, he thought to himself... better to focus on the research. No... it was too late for that now. He knew these people have never seen his face... this was good as assuming a covert identity was the safest best. It would do no good if anyone could track his affiliation back to The Order.

A waste of precious time... Marcus though again. But maybe some of them could help... no... unlikely. Too dangerous. Nevertheless, he was truly curious what all this fuss is about. If nothing else, at least he may be able to gather some information. For now he was Marcus Caswell, using a modified version of his old Cambridge University ID.

With a slight cough, he took a glass of water from the refreshment table and instinctively took another small step away from the main crowd.

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