Spiders, Frogs and Alliance Ships. Oh My!

A Doctor’s Recollections:

  • Dropped off medical supplies for a contact in North Hampshire, the capitol and space port of a border planet, New Luxor (near Santo).
  • Noticed at the local pub, The Short Straw, that we were being watched. Alliance men in uniforms appear to have been on duty for a while. I love a man with just a little scruff.
  • Went to “Play Doctor” with a friend. He tells me that Lt. D’Lacie is a prick who has been giving everyone a hard time. For some reason Kobayashi Maru’s captain, Xie, keeps interrupting our role-playing. Is it role-playing if I am actually a doctor? I convince my friend to forget to lock my shuttle so that I can escape before the crew gets busted by The Alliance. Apparently they have gotten themselves into trouble. I need to stay off the local radar. Thanked my friend for his patronage.

  • The crew has apparently decided to attract the attention of The Alliance on purpose. I think they’re being played by two different internal factions of blue-bellies. How do they get themselves into these situations?
  • Despite the fact that I have made it clear to The Captain that all contraband needs to be moved to The Cure, none of the work has been done. Claude and I get to work. I keep thinking to myself, “Damn it, Jim! I’m a doctor, not a fork-lift operator!” Where is he?
  • Claude and I flee the planet in The Cure. He’s helping me with my English. It’s pretty boring up here. I write him a prescription for hashish. Then I realize that is not a good idea. The fucking spider keeps staring at our ship. Claude sees a damn bird. Man, he is high. Fortunately a space toad eats the spider. Then later I write Claude a prescription for whiskey and chocolate to be used immediately with his doctor. Shortly thereafter he passes out. I realize that we may be up here for a while, since the crew is bound and determined to get caught. I sedate the chimp to save on oxygen.
  • I do some gardening before I realize that I’m also using too much oxygen. Time to shoot up. Hopefully they don’t need me for anything for a while. I keep hearing bits of conversations. Seems like the girls are having fun. Not sure where the engineer has gotten off to.
  • Don’t remember much after that. Suddenly Heather is yelling at me to wake the monkey. I briefly wonder if that is a euphemism before I realize she is angry and in a panic. Stab Claude with an adrenaline syringe. Claude is having fun, but he confirms that The Alliance ship that I saw earlier is very real and very close by. We make it out of the system. I think there was an explosion?
  • All in all, a good visit. I got paid for my physician’s skills, we ended up with some alliance prisoner on board (that the crew is releasing for some reason), Claude and I bonded a bit and no one got shot this time.

Dr. Ángelita Prieto

The far outposts are no place for a lady, but doctors are needed everywhere. – Dr.Prieto

Vous êtes un homme riche. Vous avez les médicaments que mon équipe a besoin. Je suis une belle femme. Nous sommes loin dans l’espace. Je suis sûr que nous pouvons arriver à une sorte d’arrangement? – Dr.Prieto

The medical transport ship, The Cure is where our good doctor thrives. Her shuttle is usually docked in a modified CL-54, The Kobayashi Maru. The crew of the ship, depend on Dr. Prieto for medical care.  Her personal quarters and operating theater are aboard the short range shuttle. Each instrument is meticulously sterilized and organized in preparation for any potential emergency. In the black, even minor health concerns can quickly escalate into urgent matters without the expertise of a highly trained medical professional.