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Victor put 'Kaena's DNA samples into the reader when he suddenly paused
mid step.
                     
"Doctor?  I'm gettting *ANOTHER* request for assistance.  Someone has been
shot at Haven's Rest."

Foxx paused in washing his hands for half a second then began wiping them
on his lab coat.  "Erf.  You'd think I was the only doctor around here...
Rev up the speeder, we'll go."

A few minutes later, the sound of the Alpha Seven Speeder is heard outside
the Rest.   Foxx strides in, past the auto-guard which rings annoyingly,
"All patrons must turn weapon..."

"Oh *Shut up!*" snarls Foxx, "Mas!  I'm ignoring your guard!  I can't
operate blind."   Chris then strides throught the door to Elly and the
fallen Malachi.

Chrisl smiles at the guitarist, "It's alright son, you just lie back and
relax."  He notes Elly applying direct pressure to an apparant gunshot
wound and smiles.  "Good lassie.  You have a good touch.  You just hold
him still and we'll put him right soon enough, Ok?"

The sensors in Foxx's arm go to work the computers building up a picture
of Malachi's chest and displaying it on the back of his retina...
One entry wound, no exit.  A small calibre projectile lodged in the abdomen.
all in one piece.  No major organ damage...  Ah!  Nice and simple...

Victor the medical-seeing eye bot marched over and stood beside Elly.  A
brief electric shock snapped Elly's fingertips as a sterile field came
into existance around Malachi.  Noting the current draw, Victor turned to the
teenager politely, "I'm sorry about that Maam.  Didn't mean to shock you."

Foxx pumped an anesthetic in and began to snake in a small probe into the
entry wound.  Following the sensor built map of Malachi's body, the probe
soon found it's target and retracted the bullet.  mmmm.

Foxx sighed softly as he worked on the man.  "Second time in one night I'm
putting someone back together on this floor.  And this is the bar's opening
night!  How many doctors are there areound here?"

Victor saw an opening "There are over five heptillion beings known, and
roughly one physician to every hundred and sixty of these.  There are only
Six hundred Soldiers of Light.  They give no alliegience to any govenment.
They need no passport, so long as they do not involve themselves in any
political activity their person's are inviolate."

A few of the bars patrons listened to Victor's little speach, so he continued,
"An apprenticeship of forty years is required to become a member of the society
and membership is not confirmed until the applicant has made an undeniably
great contribution to the health and happiness of sapient life."

"This is my master, Soldier of Light number five hundred fifty nine, Doctor
Christopher Foxx."

Foxx coughed slighly and continued working.  "This is what I get for being the
559th best damn doctor in the universe..."

Scott/Dr. Foxx