Martyred Medic
The Doc shook his head, but a smile crept across his features in spite of everything. "Maybe there's something to this whole 'will of the Force' thing," he said, looking up at Shai, "because I can't think of any other reason that you, a near-stranger, are doing all this for me on the worst night of my life." He was grateful, so, so grateful, and he hoped that would come across, but he was also puzzled, and a little in awe of the mercenary. Maybe an hour ago, she'd been part of the security force hunting him down. Now she was his only lifeline, the only reason he wasn't in CorpSec hands and his only hope for a future in which he stayed out of them. The change was dizzying.
But he'd always believed that anyone was capable of change, and of selflessness. Maybe that belief was paying off.
The street medic stood and followed her to the cockpit, sliding easily down the ladder. It had the look of a well-maintained ship; Wrangler-class light freighters were infamous for being cheaply made, meaning they always seemed to be falling apart and required constant maintenance, but Shai had clearly done a great job of keeping this one in working order. The mercenary turned to him then, asking a question he was ill-prepared to answer. The Doc chuckled nervously, running a hand through his short hair as his thoughts spun. "I was hoping you had somewhere in mind," he said, peering at the planetary map. But that'd been an assumption based on what she'd said earlier.
Smuggling experience didn't necessarily mean knowing where you could lay low on every planet you visited.
"Okay," the Doc said, the wheels in his brain beginning to turn. "I was, ah... Before all this, I was thinking I could lay low in Smogtown. It's a shantytown underneath The Wall, that huge Globex arcology, built around the utility and maintenance sublevels. CorpSec never patrols there, and there are only security cams around the utility substations, to prevent theft or vandalism. Otherwise, the Corpos don't care what goes on down there." After all, why would they waste resources on people they considered the dregs of society? They'd never hold down company jobs and make profits for the DireX Board, so they were effectively beneath the execs' notice.
The one problem, of course, was where to land. When the Doc had planned to make this trip on his own, he'd hoped to hop cargo trams and use maintenance tunnels to get there overland. It'd been a long-shot plan that could've been derailed by one bad encounter with a security cam, but it'd also been all he had at the time. Now the pair of them could get to Smogtown a lot faster aboard Shai's ship, but they'd need a place to park it, somewhere that wouldn't be immediately detected by CorpSec. The Doc zoomed in on the map, comparing it to the records stored in his cybernetic eyes... and snapped his metal fingers. Which was less of a snap and more of a clank, really.
"Got it," he said. "There's an abandoned industrial hangar a couple of megablocks away." He input the coordinates.
But he'd always believed that anyone was capable of change, and of selflessness. Maybe that belief was paying off.
The street medic stood and followed her to the cockpit, sliding easily down the ladder. It had the look of a well-maintained ship; Wrangler-class light freighters were infamous for being cheaply made, meaning they always seemed to be falling apart and required constant maintenance, but Shai had clearly done a great job of keeping this one in working order. The mercenary turned to him then, asking a question he was ill-prepared to answer. The Doc chuckled nervously, running a hand through his short hair as his thoughts spun. "I was hoping you had somewhere in mind," he said, peering at the planetary map. But that'd been an assumption based on what she'd said earlier.
Smuggling experience didn't necessarily mean knowing where you could lay low on every planet you visited.
"Okay," the Doc said, the wheels in his brain beginning to turn. "I was, ah... Before all this, I was thinking I could lay low in Smogtown. It's a shantytown underneath The Wall, that huge Globex arcology, built around the utility and maintenance sublevels. CorpSec never patrols there, and there are only security cams around the utility substations, to prevent theft or vandalism. Otherwise, the Corpos don't care what goes on down there." After all, why would they waste resources on people they considered the dregs of society? They'd never hold down company jobs and make profits for the DireX Board, so they were effectively beneath the execs' notice.
The one problem, of course, was where to land. When the Doc had planned to make this trip on his own, he'd hoped to hop cargo trams and use maintenance tunnels to get there overland. It'd been a long-shot plan that could've been derailed by one bad encounter with a security cam, but it'd also been all he had at the time. Now the pair of them could get to Smogtown a lot faster aboard Shai's ship, but they'd need a place to park it, somewhere that wouldn't be immediately detected by CorpSec. The Doc zoomed in on the map, comparing it to the records stored in his cybernetic eyes... and snapped his metal fingers. Which was less of a snap and more of a clank, really.
"Got it," he said. "There's an abandoned industrial hangar a couple of megablocks away." He input the coordinates.
