Log:Sunfire Chronicles: An Odd Rescue

Ghost crew makes an odd rescue

OOC Date: Feb 28, 2022
Location: Sunfire Outpost, Tatooine
Participants: Ghost Crew, Zorii Bliss, Tess Vikander, Erinn Laski, Ektor, Poe Dameron

It's night time, which is primetime for travelers who are crossing the desert on foot. Recent climate, politically, has seen a dire shift in land grab. Vassals for the prior Daimyo have suddenly been arrested or switched sides for a new Hutt Lord, and arrangements were being made for settlements to pay tribute. Thugs were returning to the good streets of Tatooine, and everyone suffered.

The first among them were the people of the Dune Sea, the Tusken Raiders, often misunderstood and universally hated, but the true natives to the world and the only people who remember that Tatooine was once ocean, with waters as far as the eye can see. Tonight is about one such tribe, who is pursued by gangsters on speeders.

From the ramparts, Mister Bones, the homicidal droid usually patrolling the corridors of the Ghost, sounds an alarm. His nasally voice crackles to life over comms. <<"THIS UNIT detects lifeforms outside the protective battlements. This unit also detects cordite, the very element produced from gunfire. THERE IS A FIREFIGHT, and this unit is not a part of it...">>

<<"...yet.">>

Poe comes out of the catacombs fixing a carbine by priming its receiver. "Let's go, people.. get eyes up on the wall. Laski! Get to surveillance..rest of you with guns, hit the wall.. BONES.. don't kill anything yet. Let's see what's going on."

Surveillance was in one of the towers by the wall, a portable terminal with thermal imaging that gave a good perimeter view from all corners of the outpost. This tech was stuff foraged from the ruins that once belonged to the Imperials. They may have had a drek mission statement and purpose, but the Imperials had /great/ gear.

Zorii tosses on her coat as she descends the ramp of the ghost and flips down the furry collar because image is important, even in a fire-fight. "So much for hidden base." She muses, not really dismissive of the idea, as stating the obvious. It was only a matter of time, no matter how far from civilization they go, that someone was going to come knocking on their very well defended door.

"Suppose we should go say hey..."

With blasters.

She rests her hand down on one of the grips of her twin blasters and swaggers along side Poe through the area cleared out to accomodate all of their ships. "How do we play this? Good cop/bad cop? Bad cop/cute cop?" Her hair is up in a ponytail that tumbles down to just above her shoulders from the very back of her head.

Tess has found herself a lovely spot just at the entrance of the catacombs. Working by lamplight, she is enjoying the crisp night air as she is rolling some gauze and checking her bacta supplies. A few syringers low and sand is getting into the most inconvinient of places -- both on her person as well as her bag. "Mmm. I'm going to have to get some plastic lining for my bag next I am in Mos Espa," she says idly. Out loud. To herself. This is a woman who is used to being alone and that does weird things to the subconscious habits.

She is about finished tucking her supplies away when Poe emerges from the underground with orders. "Mmm?" It's a rush of action and Tess scrambles to get her satchel over her head and running towards the ramparts. Gun. Gun, right. She has it somewhere in this outer pocket...

"And I'm just saying I think that they're cute. You can say they attract wild rancors and it wouldn't change my mind. I'm... serious... I didn't... want to...," Erinn Laski says. Her words are getting clipped as she speaks because she's attempting to unscrew a duraluminum plating from some after-market engine part and is on the strugglebus. "Shoot... the little... farkles..." Tiny struggle sounds unf out of her throat as she twists and twists, but the part doesn't yield. "Ugh!" she huffs dramatically and sets the part down on the table in front of her. She folds her arms over her chest and -glares- at it. She had been talking to Zorii and, hey, maybe Tess and Ektor! Who knows, though.

But then there's the sound of Mr. Bones' automate security protocol, and an order barked by Mr. Dameron himself. She jumps and straightens reflexively.

"Ah! Yes sir!" she says, and then scrambles towards that tower for surveillance. Round and round the spiral staircase she goes until she reaches the top with only mild to moderate huff-and-puff.

Ektor had been sitting on the ramparts, legs hanging over the side, sipping from a bottle and dividing his whiskey-soaked attention between the stars overhead and the flashes of light denoting distant gunfire. The relapsed pirate liked the wind and stars. He rambles back at Erinn, "Listen, you got it all wrong.. ya gotta shoot the *cute* little rekkers FIRST, to send a message to the ugly ones, yeah?" In his head it made sense. Blasters? "Oh, yeah. Sure thing."

Poe trudges up the ramp and reaches the top of the wall, arriving at one of the railings in time to see flashes down below. There's a whip-crack noise as a slug passes by overhead, then red and green blaster bolts are seen in a cloud of dust in the clearing some hundred meters off.

"Laski, do you see anything on the terminal?"

"THIS UNIT SEES ORGANICS IN NEED OF UNPLANNED TERMINATION!" Bones screams, nasally and all. The beak like head of the narrow, bone covered droid hoists its sniper rifle up comically, the long-barrel of the weapon making it longer than the droid was tall. Poe pats the droid on the shoulder, "You may get your shot at it soon, Bones."

"This unit's programming says it is delighted to hear such promises of violence."

Down below, the mechanical whining of speeders can be made out from the racket. Given it's night time, sound travels easily. There's also the distinct noise of raiders. Honking and bellowing as they pop off slug rounds at the dark shapes that ride by. All figures, including the faster, mounted ones, appear to be rushing toward the gates of Outpost Sunfire. "Hunker down, and let's see what this is about.." Poe crouches down a bit, putting a thick piece of durasteel between him and the immediate danger.

Silence it is. "Good plan." Zorii murmurs as she climbs the ramp with a blaster pistol sliding out of the holster to lay against her thigh. At the angle, she's barely even a target, but she still takes a knee to peer out over the side where the dust is kicking up with lancing green and red bolts flying amidst a turbulant sea of honking bodies.

"The Tuskan's are probably retreating here... This is one of their old safe havens right?" She murmurs, up nodding at one particular crowd. "There's a group of riders positioning around to block them.. Fifteen... twenty, looks like a mix of speeders and animals."

Her tongue clicks off the roof of her mouth, "Could open the gates.. let the raiders in? We'll have to chase off the thugs chasing them, but it'll be a good gesture with any future dealings we have with the Sand-folk?"

Not going to make them friends with their new Hutt Overlords though.

Up on the ramparts, Tess does indeed hunker down. Rather naturally, even. It's not the best cover but it will serve better than nothing as she peers around her metal crate of a barricade and into the darkness of Tatooine. There isn't much to see. Not much for her to see, anyways. Growing up on Umbara, one would think she would have an aptitude for seeing in the low light but alas. She can make out the flashes of red and green quickly approaching and vague shadows against that, but it's hardly worth banking a wild shot from her carbine.

Warily, she peers over to Mister Bones nearby who appears to be programmed to be giddy about violence. Definitely a good thing Zorii and Poe were there when she had to meet the killdroid. "Couldn't hurt to make good with the locals," she concurs.

Erinn Laski slides her pistol from her thigh holster and sets it on the high top wall of the tower. She's just -barely- tall enough to see over the top of it into the dark of night. Green blaster streaks in the dark and the sound of fighting, however distant, clear in the relative quiet of the desert. "Gimme a second!" she calls back out to Poe. Sir? Does she say sir now? No.

"Sheesh, I haven't even turned it on ye--ah!" The screen flickers green and wobbles up as her face comes into view of it. Some sort of automatic recognition. She tips that viewscreen down and slides the keyboard out from beneath it and tugs it down in front of her. This keyboard is durable and made to withstand the elements -- it clacka clacka clackas as she types, screen whirring as she manipulates various menus to switch the scanning matrix online.

As the team discusses options down below, Laski's eyes are narrowing as information spills through the feeds. Her fingers pinch together and then pull apart, broadening the image that flickers to life with red hot thermal imaging providing proof of life and resolution clarity.

"There are people riding animals and firing at a group of... oh," she says, her voice fading. She's seen all she needs to see. Erinn Laski's head peeks out over the top of that wall and down to those below.

"They have kids with them. They're shooting at the kids," she says.

Ektor swings his legs around to the inside of the rampart and hops down, so that he isn't longer entirely exposed atop the wall. With the benefit of at least some cover, he peers into the desert, giving a dumb chuckle before lazily rambling at Poe, "Looks about twenty bikes cutting them on foot off from the gates. But- oh hey, you remember that trick we pulled over Rodia? Where the fighters we t in first to pull all the eyes, and then the heavy hitters circles around from the other side? Yeah, they trying the dumbass version of that. See waaay past this little skirmish?" He points his blaster like a lazy finger. "Something else moving in. Can't tell what, but another bunch of swoops. Maybe speeders, I can't see that far, yeah?" As for goodwill with the locals, he shrugs, "Loud, don't make no kinda sense, and might get us killed. Sand people, or me five cups in?" A crooked grin greets his own joke.

Poe turns to each member of the team respectively as the speak, nodding his head when they relay crucial data to the situation and paint a larger picture. With Poe and Ektor near each other, Poe benefits from the Ace Pirate's sharp vision; the man had been outside most of the night already, so he must have been accustomed to the dark. "I see them. Hmm." Poe considers a moment, consensus being they help. "I hear that the majority say we help. It's further compounded with the presence of children. Let's target the speeders and open up on them. Laski, can you get the gate open? We won't have time to fight, then open, then close, because that second group will be on us before we can make it all happen. Pick your shots. And expect some of these riders to make it inside. Maybe.. we'll get some new swoops out of this.. wouldn't that be nice?" He asks Zorii with a grin.

"Alright, let's do this!"

The gate mechanism is down below. A zipline is available from the tower Erinn is at to the ground level below to quickly reach the bottom and begin spinning the wheel to crank the heavy gates open. The wheel is behind cover, at least, and easily concealed from immediate danger, but there is no quick way to make it back up to the ramparts without crossing into the open, again.

Riders draw close now, their laughing voices heard in the darkness as they position themselves to turn around. It seems the perfect moment to strike...

"Well that settles it." Hearing what Erinn's scans have shown her? They're shooting at children? Zorii nods once and seats her blaster in its holster, "Babu, power up the Flyer.." She shakes her head, peals her jacket off, and hurls it up onto a stack of crates. The small droid Engineer starts going through the pre-flight checks on the heavily modified Blockade running Y-Wing while the smuggling pilot is rolling up her sleeves.

"I'll swing out there and give them something to shoot at. Lay down enough fire to kick up a real big sand-storm... and put a positively explosive hurt on whatever that is coming up behind them.. Shooting at gonking children..." She sucks her teeth.

"Guess we're not going to be getting along with Hutts."

Ready to climb the ladder and finish up prepping the fighter.

"Gate. Gate gate gate," Erinn says to herself. She scans the area for a means to open that gate and spots it in the form of the manually-operated opening mechanism. Then, those eyes track a zipline that leads directly to it and all the way up to... two feet from where she's standing. "Right. Okay. Easy," Erinn says, and reaches to grab her pistol so that she can tuck it back into her holster.

"I got the gate! You guys just! You know!" she calls out. When she speaks next it's to herself and done as she climbs herself up onto that wall. "Don't look down, Laski. It's just falling, you know? There's nothing more natural in the known universe than fal--"

She looks down. Then quickly back up. Both hands grab the mechanism that will see her zip on down.

A distant 'eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee' can be heard along with the -zzzzzZZZZZZZZZzzzz- on the line. Did she die? Is that it for poor Erinn Laski?

The gate starts to sloooooowly crank open. She made it!

It's not normal for a doctor to take up arms and cause the injuries instead of healing them. But this is not a normal circumstance and she is not a normal doctor. "Children?" The word sits heavily in the pit of her stomach, sounding a lot like her carbine charging at the tail end.

The plan is decided and Tes has made some resolutions of her own. Following the streaks of blaster fire that split across the sky, Tess triangulate her shot in return. The first goes wide, is quickly adjusted, and the second catches a rider in the chest; sending him flying off of his swoop and into the rushing sands of Tatooine below him.

Ektor cackles toward Zorii when she mentions not getting along with Hutts, "Good, I wasn't gonna give back their drek, anyway." Hutts and the Tionese.. it's an old feud. Ektor punctuates his commentary with blaster shots taken at the nearest riders, putting down a pair in three shots. "Rekk, I love w good ambush, yeah? And this one didn't even take any recon or planning! Just served itself up, yeah? Real considerate ambush."

Poe sets up, adjusting the sights on the carbine and fires about the same time Bones fires. The wall on the Outpost lights up, raining down multi-colored lances of blaster fire that have a desired effect on their gangster foes below. Poe doesn't add commentary, but Bones has that covered.

"THIS UNIT OBSERVES THESE ORGANICS ARE GREAT AT CATCHING BLASTER BOLTS!"

Bones fires another shot, transforming a rider's head into a bursting melon. "THIS UNIT MIGHT SAY, IT IS THEIR SPECIALTY!"

Poe laughs at Xer, "They're floundering. They didn't expect to get hit from behind. They're trying to turn about to attack us now! It may be too, steep!" Poe ducks back a moment, watching as Zorii is moving for her Y-Wing, and a distant 'Eeeeeeeeee' announces Erinn's descent to the ground level to facilitate the opening of the gate. Poe puts a hand to his ear, triggering the voice comms, <<"Zorii.. the riders nearest us are danger close. You may want to focus on their buddies riding up, like you said. We'll deal with the moof-milkers here. Fly hard and fast!">>

"DOC.. you got eyes on those kids yet? They might need medical!"

Poe is rising back up to continue firing, a hand going to his side to activate the shield buffer on his belt.

Zorii swings herself into the cockpit and slides on a headset linked to the crews comms systems. A few switches flip, clicking power over into the engines of the heavily modified fighter, and blows back a roar as the canopy is coming down over her. <<"On it.">>

The Flyer ascends up into the open night air, twisting to face the direction the riders and raiders are coming towards the front gates of the fortress. "Bah tu goh fays?" The tiny copilot standing down near her control pedals calls up to her, "Yeah, we're going real fast..." One hand on the control yolk, she pushes the throttle forward soon as they clear the lip of the landing zone. Power shifts back into the twin engines and she rockets forward on a trail of ionization leaving a long red-orange streak.

Atomospheric flight isn't the same as space.

The sudden buck of the fighter has her pushing back into her seat, control stick rattling in her grip as she makes her first pass. The nose dips down, flying a few hundred feet above the dunes.. it kicks up quite a storm of sand and dust until she pulls up and around in a wide arc to position the scanning dish.

Several switches flip, bringing up a tac-read on the distant targets. "Oh hey there boys... Don't go anywhere, now... I'll be right back..." The fighter climbs, turns on its axis, and comes back around in a red hot slash of afterburn. "Shooting at children.. Duh'ka ta'mah SEE... I'm gonna blow you up so goooood... oh man."

One shot was fun but there is work she is better suited for to do. "On it!" The safety flicked on, Tess runs for the zipline that leads down to ground level. No hook or tackle to use. Instead, Tess grips the butt of her rifle close together with the braided wire in between. With a 'ah-yup!' she kicks off and sliiiiiiiiiides down towards the gate.

The noise is a satisfying eeeeeeeeeeeeeee then a sandy thud of shoes to ground. But it's dark and chaotic. The gate isn't fully open and blaster fire is stil rampaging through. She can hear the cries of pain beyond the barricards and Tess starts running for the still-opening gate.

Erinn Laski continues to crank with mild to moderate huffing and puffing that's begun to transition into purely moderate huffing and puffing. Round and round that mechanism goes. Thankfully, that gear ratio is rather high, making a full rotation result in a significant amount of that gate opening. Unfortunately, that gear ratio is rather high, making it an exerting task for the diminutive engineer to tackle on her own. She's got moxie though, our Erinn Laski.

She watches Tess zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzrp down the line she'd zrp'd down previously mid-crank. "Careful... ahh... Tess!" she says, now mild-to-moderately out of breath. This scene began with the sound of Laski on the strugglebus, and it shall continue there now. She grits her teeth, shuts her eyes, and pulls that crank down and around and towards herself. She shifts her hands, squats low, and puuuushes up.

"Hhhhhhggghhh!"

Ektor chuckles as Poe anticipates the next move of the swoop gangsters. "Hey, Poe..tell me something." Blast. "How come every time I said 'i shoulda brought a Y-wing' on a ground op, you was all 'no, Xer, this is a covert ground op, you can't hit em with a bomber', but when *she* says it in a open fight you say yeah?" Another chuckle and another blast. "It's the helmet, ain't it? She got a real nice helmet, no lie." Blast. In the course of his rambling, two of the riders who had slipped inside the opening gates are gunned down. "Sweet, free swoops."

"The difference is..." Poe starts, turning when Xer does to walk over to the other side with Xer to blast the ones that made it inside. "..I was in charge when you asked. SHE'S always in charge. Have you ever tried to tell a woman no?" Poe's second shot misses, and it showers sparks over Erinn's position. "SORRY!"

The last of the four riders inside the compound his shot through their head. The one responsible is the battle droid wearing bones as decorations. The droid cackles, pivoting once more to focus fire outside the wall, blasting another rider. <<"BE ADVISED, PRETTY GIRL.. USELESS ORGANICS APPROACH THE GATE. COUNTING FOUR OF THE EIGHT ORGANICS MALFUNCTIONING! THEY CATCH BOLTS AS WELL AS THE OTHER USELESS ORGANICS!">>

Poe moves back to the wall facing outward, raising a hand to shield his eyes from the moonlight in an effort to spot Zorii. "Here comes your favorite part, Xer!"

Down below, the courtyard cleared, 8 refugees make it inside the compound, running blindly inside uncertain of who they see. Three are Tusken Raiders, including a group of Tusken children, and three are garbed travelers, natives of Tatooine helping their Tusken friends. "HELP!" One cries out in basic, carrying one of the Tusken children. "HEEELP!"

The Flyer cuts a sharp angled turn and comes back down out of the corkscrew manuever at an angle that will line the nose of the ship right up along the back-side of the approaching group of riders. There's a moment where the Y-Wing is upside down, power shifts back to drop the heavier backend, and then is pushed to max with a sliding lever next to her right leg. Babu, who was not buckled up, goes flying past her head! "Eyyyyyyy EYYYYYYYY! Nh eu tegh meh!" He lands with an UMPH in the gunner seat behind her, "Sorry, Babu... I did say buckle up." She did right?

"Nuh uh!"

"It was implied."

With a flash of red, she cuts down low against the dune.. the white-diamond shaped front of her ship just barely visible from the spray of sand cutting off either direction. Like some great sand beast coming upon the invaders, attracted to the scent of blood and gunfire!

The thing about ship grade weapons is even SMALL guns are really BIG guns when used against something the size of a person... or speeder bike. 'BWE BWE- DOOT DOOT DOOT' each blistering hot blast of energy is about as big around as a full grown man and it leaves huge holes wherever it hits sand.

Zorii holds the firing controls down and whistles past the group. Trusting her targetting computers to establish positive locks.. until there's nothing left of those Hutt spawned heathens than twisted metal and carion food for the dune lizards.

<<"Hope these are just regular old brigands and not sponsored Hutt thugs.. Otherwise we're going to have some pretty big problems in the immediate future.">>

The flyer cuts up out of the sand and heads back towards the fortress after checking the computers, <<"Everyone okay inside?">>

Tess reaches into her bag and lights a flare. Yes, a flare. It is part of everyone's traveller's kit and she never leaves home without a few. They're so useful! Building fires. Flagging down ships. Impromptu celebratory sparklers.

But I digress.

She holds it up and shouts. "Medic! Medic here! Quickly!" She, too, is following the cries of help; making sure they can see her as she runs up to the man carrying a tusken child. "Quickly, quickly! This way!" She gestures back towards the entrance to the catacombs, gesturing with the flare a safe distance away. "Come, come!"

Erinn cranks that gate one last half turn and speeders -zing- through its opening. It's chaos now. Blaster fire erupts and several of those attackers fall. Erinn's eyes sweep the mechanism for something, anything, that might see that gate close quicker. Gears. Levers. Pullies. Simple, basic, galactic physics. Just need to find something to...

Bingo.

Erinn spotted a piece of machinery just off to the periphery. Some engine part meant to deliver torque with minimal input. Her mind races as she darts for it, lifting it with a soft 'hmmf'. Gears and cranks interlace and set to a pin-switch that she quickly flicks into place. That piece isn't operated by anything more than simple mechanics. One gear feeds into a second. A third. But the result is a quick and aggressive torque of that lever she'd struggled with that -slams- the gate shut, locking those that poured through the gate in with them. Friend and foe alike.

She runs towards Tess' flare, waving for those along the way asking for help to join them.

"Here! Here! Come on!" she yells above the sound of blaster fire.

Has he ever tried to tell a woman no? "Why the hell would I tell a girl no, yeah? What kinda psychopath you think I am? Wait, don't answer that-" He's perhaps mercifully cut off by a near miss that lands close enough to his face to throw up shards of superheated durasteel. Not a deadly wound or even a severe one, but "OWowowow, REKK. I'm lucky I got such a winning personality!" Seriously, ow. Also, blam blam blam. He fires more wildly as a result, but one more gangster is blown off their ride.

"You alright, buddy?" Poe asks amidst the chaos as more shots rain in around them. The shield around Poe is brought to life in a sudden flash, and he's pushed to one side to land against a railing, crying out "Huttsucker!" before blind firing below.

Bones is still being Bones, though his shots miss. <<"TWO OF THESE USELESS ORGANICS FLEE!">> Bones relays to Zorii, but Poe contests that report with, "I count three, Bones."

Bones fires a single shot across the distance, obliterating one of the riders. Then the Droid's beak like head slowly turns to regard Poe. "Wipe that disgusting grin off your face, Bones." Bones shakes his head, "DISGUSTING?!"

Poe's voice cuts over the comms back to Zorii, <<"Zorii, we got two getting away. Take them out.-- Doc, Xer's hit.">>

Those ushered by the pair below move to them without hesitation, even the Tusken Raiders who seem thankful, if not stoic and quiet, for the intervention from the spacers. <<"Don't worry,">> intones Poe, <<"We'll take the Ghost out tomorrow and move the slag. Laski might be able to get some spare parts off of them..">>

The firefight has slowed, except for the burning husks in the distance and the tower of smoke from their destruction thanks to Bliss, and the bright engines of two riders fleeing the scene.

<<"I don't see- wait there they are.">> Zorii computer picks up the two signatures trying to escape through the clouds of dust that's been kicked up by all the fighting, running, and riding. The Flyer comes around sharply, nose down-low, and haults in its forward momentum with a few quick taps on her control panel.

Bursts of repulsors fire from the underside to keep it at a sharp seventy-five degree angle pointed right at the two speeders... And then the pair of light cannons open up with enough firepower to punch a hole in the side of a very large hull. Slowly begins around them on with a gentle right/back twist of her control-stick so she's circling. Pounding these thugs into the sand, boom boom boom boom boom.

Trying to hit a wompa rat in beggers canyon is all well and good. Zorii's trying to create an artistic glass formation.

When she finally releases the trigger, there's no husks. There's no bodies. There's just a huge hole where both of those things use to be.

With a sigh, she pulls up and brings the fighter back towards the hanger, slowly descending back through the opening hatch to settle on the dirty clearing... She's going to need a minute. Wiping at her face with the rolled sleeve of her shirt. Can't let the damn crew see her tearing up. It's bad for morale.

Shooting children? It brings up some pretty bad memories.

<<"Confirmed, Poe.">> Tess's voice comes out a bit more hurried now than it had been moments ago. She's currently helping the man lay out an unresponsive but still alive Tuskan child. "You're going to have to help me. Here. Hold this antiseptic." She's feverishly cutting away the layers of cloth burned into the child's skin trying to clear the angry wound that consumes a large percentage of the little tyke's upper body.

<<"You must forgive me, Mr. Xer, if I must triage you. We've several injured here that I must stablized but if you could please come over to the catacombs entrance as your soonest convinience. When you are finished cleaning up the desert with a vengence, mmm?">>

Erinn's at home when she's tinkering, dancing, or drawing. Watching Tess lay a man on his back and beginning to cut away layers of clothing on a burned child's skin? That's not home. She's not sure quite what to do. She watches Tess' hands with a bit of uncertainty and turns to those still able to stand. The non-Tusken speaking basic, is the one she turns towards first. Them and the tusken beside them seem to be concerned over the doctor's work, but Erinn is putting her hands up assuringly. Palms down. Trying to soothe.

"It's okay... it's okay. She's a doctor, she's gonna fix them right up, alright? It's alright, you're safe," she says. Her jaw works a little, and she glances over her right shoulder to the unresponsive man lying on his back. The crying children.

"It's alright, it's alright."

"That's it, next gunfight I'm using a fighter, too," Ektor complains without meaning it. When the doc is notified, Ektor starts to tell Poe, "Tell her- oh, wait. I got a com too. Heh.." Probably for the best he forgot that during the firefight. << It ain't too bad, doc, so.. Yanno, whenever you're done. I'll just tell everybody you said to medicate with good booze, yeah?>> Ignore that everyone heard him say that. Some people cope differently.