Termination notice

[Asteroid]

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Doctor had a tiring and frustrating day, the kind you don't even want to mull over once you've lain down in your bed. There are too many days like that, these days. You close your eyes and what you start seeing is too much for a man to take, so you keep them open instead, you look out the viewport at the unblinking stars, and you listen to the silence.

That was what brought him to mind: The silence, or rather, the impression of it; that velvet cloth laid gently over the air. It never is truly silent on a ship, you just train your mind to block out all those little noises, but you don't hear the other crew members much. The ship is built to muffle the sound of other people going about their off-hour lives. This is good; it gives you a little privacy, and keeps you from losing your mind if the person on the other side of the wall has a sinus problem or likes to sing.

No, the only thing you hear in that near-dead quiet is the ship itself. Adjusting to space. Gently balancing its mass distribution and heat. Stretching, its hull groaning in order to keep the live giving atmosphere inside its metal cocoon.

He hadn't listened to it for a long while, not consciously, but it felt soothing after a long, rough day. This was not a tour Doctor had wanted to sign up for but it was the one he found himself stuck with. Their dubious and somewhat vague mission aside, the ship itself was not the best and certainly not the most well-maintained in the Galaxy of course Doctor didn't really care that much, the Asylum never really saw any major combat and most of Doctor's duties revolved around batching up blaster wounds and repairing/replacing missing limbs. All in all he couldn't really complain, the GALAF paid him reasonably well, propped up his lab, and tended to not ask questions like "What are you doing with that corpse?"

All these things Doctor though about as he watched the ice melt in his whisky, wondering what would've happened if that deranged mandalorian cyborg never showed up at his clinic and subsequently destroyed it. He'd probably still have his clinic he reckoned.

In one motion he downed the rest of his drink and started to sharpen his tools again. The sound of metal grinding against metal echoed down the hall out of Doctor's office as he ground his saw against the sharpener.

One of these days he was going to pool some of his money together in order to prop up something that resembled a real bar on this rust bucket. Of course Doctor was setting his sights a little higher than that. Over the past few weeks Doctor had been both figuratively and literally hard at work devising a plan to break into his old place of work and for once this was a project that Bria would be interested in. That's why he was waiting - fidgeting almost - as he sharpened his tools, trying not to get too drunk while he waited for toasterass to finally grace him with her presence.
@Outlander​

 

[Outlander]

Bria trudged down the corridors of the Asylum in the vague direction of the Medical Bay, roughly positioned in the middle of the ship. In combat, it made sense to keep any wounded personnel as far from possible breaches as possible, but it also made the task of hauling the injured to get help even tougher. Luckily, they'd managed to keep the Asylum out of major danger. For the most part, at least. She could fight, but considering its use as a mobile base of operations, as well as their primary supply ship, Bria wasn't exactly itching to pilot her to into an Imperial fleet.

She glanced to her right as she walked, noting the Wyvern flanking them. They where in a lull at the moment, restocking on supplies, giving the soldiers a bit of a break, etc. But they'd be back on the move before much longer. Until then, the corvettes would keep them safe.

"What do you want?" Bria asked, somewhat unceremoniously, as she walked into Doctor's office. "We're busy coordinating food shipments from the locals so you'll have to be quick."

 

[Asteroid]

Doctor's saw vibrated as he gave it one last go with the grindstone before standing up in order to put it away once Bria arrived. The woman had a more or less permenant mean streak about her that Doctor enjoyed ribbing. "Nice Bria, you really know how to make a girl feel loved." He sarcastically mused as he walked to his computer and tapped on the keys, bringing up a large hologram of a Coruscant medical facility.

"I just wanted to run this past you to see if you're interested seeing how you and Sith don't get along. This is Korvalk general, a hospital ran by a cybernetics firm that doubles as a testing facility. Fairly recently I've discovered that they've partnered with the Sith. It is also the same place where I used to work." Doctor explained, changing the hologram to an man who appeared to be in his late 40s. "That is before this prick turned me into the cops. His name is Jelantos Ving and no I've just found out that he's been promoted to senior researcher." Doctor said, his blood visibly beginning to boil.

"Listen, I want this prick dead and the company to pay for firing me and at the same time it would hurt the Sith... probably. All I need is to temporarily borrow some of your operatives in order to break in."​

 

[Outlander]

Yeah, she felt the migraine coming on. The eternal pain in her metal ass that was Doctor D'jek. If the man wasn't damn good at his job, and a decent shot, she would have pummeled him a long time ago. But that didn't mean she was going to indulge in every little petty request he had.

"Look." Bria said, motioning to the main. "Do you realize how strapped for men we are as it is? I don't have the time, people, or desire to indulge in your petty grudges and send my people off on some half cocked op because some doctor caught you doing something illegal." She seethed a bit, and began turning to leave the office.

 

[Asteroid]

Doctor's eyes squinted at Bria as she turned to walk out of his lab. Bria's metal ass tended to cause quite the pain in Doctor's regular ass, she always had a habit of blocking him at every opportunity. "I'm not done." Doctor said as he pressed a button on his computer, Shutting the door in Bria's face before she could leave.

"I assure you Bria my plan has cock aplenty and you'd be doing the galaxy a favor by disposing of this facility. Doctor said with a smirk which was hidden by his mask. As he continued to type on his computer. "During my time at Korvalk I witnessed some pretty.. well.. 'grim' experiments by most people's standards. The scientists there expiremented prototype bionics on the homeless and those without immediate family against their will and installed neural implants into people in order to try and keep them docile and the only thing that kept these people in check was the Republic's laws. Now, however, with Korvalk general partnering with the Sith there is a very real chance that their research has been kicked into overdrive." Doctor said, pausing for effect as he unlocked the door.

"But if you want to take the chance of dealing with Sith cyborg zombies that masquerade as your friends then please, walk out that door."

 

[Outlander]

Well damn.

Bria wasn't exactly an... amicable woman. She was hard, cold, and direct. If something didn't appeal to her, or wasn't absolutely necessary, she didn't bite. Unfortunately for her, and her increasing dislike for the slick slumbitch standing a few feet away from her, this had begun dripping into absolutely necessary territory. If his intel was correct, and she would be damned sure to make double check that it was, then they couldn't just sideline it. She didn't trust the Jedi to do what was necessary, so leaking the op to them was a no-go, and she doubted the Dominion would move against the Sith preemptively, no matter what issue the clans had with them.

Which left them. And the fact he was right just pissed her off even more.

"Let's say for a moment that I won't beat you to a bloody pulp, and that this mission is necessary." She turned slowly, fists clenched as if she was about to pounce on the man and rip out a few vital organs. "If I get you your team, can you guarantee to me that you can wipe this project, and keep it wiped?"

 

[Asteroid]

Doctor crossed his arms and leaned against his table as Bria spoke. He smiled knowing that he held the woman at checkmate. "Yeah, it'll stay wiped honey." He said smugly knowing that no mater what he said at this point he was practically guaranteed what he wanted. "I'm Only going to need a few people that don't mind getting their hands dirty, some explosives, and a ship; everything else I can either call in a few favors or sort out myself."​

 

[Outlander]

"Fine." Bria said, turning back to leave. "Just get it done, and don't screw it up. If any of this comes back to bite me in the ass, it'll be your head." She left the room in a huff, walking with determination towards her quarters. If Doctor got this operation done, it would be a boon to their entire operation and one less weapon for the Sith to use against them. If he didn't, Bria would be rid of a perpetual annoyance that finally showed his incompetence. Either way, it was a net gain, although the potential loss of people in a failed mission would be unfortunate.

But until then, she had supplies to wrangle. Once he had what he needed, then she'd start looking towards the outcome.