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 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.