Ran breathes a sigh of releif as he hears the clang of the ship's docking clamps going into action.  Slipping his combat knife into a holster strapped to his leg, he packs up his leather doctor's bag and makes his way to the cockpit.<br/><br/>"OT, in my professional opinion, you've just saved yourself quite a few nasty wounds from our little firebomb over here."I turn to the captain and adress him as well,<br/><br/>"So, Keptin, what are you planning on doing if this entire operation goes south?  We can't just be planning to make a fighting retreat to the Destiny's Breath dragging our wounded along with us, I'll be prepared to deal with any unpleasentness we run into, but I'm a doctor, not a killer."<br/>My expression shifts somewhat, becoming sarcastically light hearted;<br/><br/>"There's another thing I feel I should warn you about, theses sorts of high paying jobs generally mean one of three things, A: its an assasination, B: we'll be running drugs, or C: we'll be running slaves.  I don't feel so comfortable about that last one, sure, drugs get the alliance pissed at you too, but a crew that runs a cargo of slaves is going to draw the attention of the reavers.  It's karma y'know?  All I'm saying is that the great wheel keeps on turning and we could always take on a few passengers to meet our expenses for coming out here."