A tall thin man in an impeccable gray suit walked into the waiting area from the attached hotel lobby. His hair combed straight back; although handsome he clearly was not the product of a gene blueprint created to reflect physical perfection. No…there was no plastic quality to this individual. He fairly radiated confidence and intelligence.
“Ah…early but not too early”, Al-Shareff thought. Their doctor was finally here and what a doctor he was. This was a man whose surgical skills could only be equaled by literally a few physicians in the Known Galaxy. To obtain a physician of this caliber certain compromises had to be made, Hiram Desidious was famous in certain precincts but out here on the frontier he hoped to make a fresh start. At least that’s what he’d said in his application and Al-Shareff at least was willing to take him at his word.Wait a minute…sitting quietly in the corner was none other than Garett Skeet. “How’d he get there without me noticing”, Al-Shareff thought. I didn’t know he had any stealthy abilities. Well that surely couldn’t hurt anything, one more value added bonus Skeet brought to the table.
The 20 year Confederation Navy veteran was a bit of an enigma. He definitely had the skills to have gone a long way in the service but had only risen to the rank of Petty Officer 3rd class. That hadn’t prevented him from serving as a pilot on a pretty impressive line of ships including the Dreadnought Nike. His dossier also indicated he had some pretty impressive math skills as well, serving as an astrogator as much as he had a pilot.
He fit the bill perfectly for what the Whippet’s crew needed. In his line of work that always mad Al-Shareff a little nervous. There were lots of people both friends and foes anxious to keep tabs on what he was doing. But Skeet was perfect for his needs, he was here and available so Al-Shareff wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth, just keep a close eye on him.