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[Hello, Hinoto-ri, today you are greeted by a man in a lab coat. A lab coat with pins on it. Clearly this man is the most professional.]

Greetings, good morning, salutations, et cetera. My name is Doctor Owen Harper and I just wanted to say hello.

I'm in no way new, so save your breath and don't try to give me the big spiel, I just know I haven't put my face out there yet and that's not the greatest idea when you're a doctor.

Doctor-patient trust and all that.

I've recently started on with the hospital here, so I'm just here to let you know which face to look for.

//Locked to the Visitors only//

And since all intelligent people take their governments with a grain of salt, I'll be happy to do house calls if government-run facilities aren't your thing.

[Hell, they weren't even really his thing.]

Well, that ends your lovely PSA, enjoy doing whatever it is you lot do around here.

[There's a pause as he's about to turn the recording off, but then has second thoughts.]

Actually one more PSA for the extended quality of your lives! Sora Naegino: if anyone gets the notion to hurt her or starts looking to date her, just understand that I am willing and able to make your death look like an accident.

[Now have a cheery smile!]

Thanks!

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[And a very sick looking woman appears over the feed rather soon after the announcement goes up. Blue veins appear under his skin rather prominently, and her eyes are bright and... practically glowing?]

I often find myself at the mercy of the government hospital here in Hinoto-Ri... I'm required to visit for a checkup with their doctors every two weeks for my condition, and it's become a serious concern of mine that the information and samples they come away with each time could result in dangerous experimentation...

I'd prefer your services as a house call doctor immensely, if it wouldn't be too much trouble. I'd be willing to pay for each visit.

[She pauses for a moment, looking away in thought... then looking back and giving an almost amused, maybe even sarcastic look.]

And I'd prefer it if you didn't murder others on my watch...

[Oh, that does look serious.]

Think of the house calls like a benefit of having friends in higher places. The hospital pays well enough without anything extra on the side.

[Besides, he'd spent well over a year working for next to no money, the fact he's getting any now is good enough for him.]

I'll look into what they've already got here, but what exactly are you suffering from that's got you on such a medical leash?

[The second bit gets a smirk from him.]

As for murdering people...well, I wouldn't dream of it unless they give me cause. A man's got to protect his assistant you know.

[Hm, she was getting the friendly treatment more and more lately.]

Well, at least let me cover an unexpected expenses any house calls end up costing... [It was only courteous.] As for my condition...

In my world, I was infected with a radioactive substance known as Phazon. My body has been producing it at a steady rate and while it's harmless-- actually beneficial-- to my body's functions, complications can arise if it isn't kept under control. I could enter a state known as corruption where the Phazon poisons my mind and causes me to lose any semblance of sanity or control of my actions... a state that is unfortunately irreversible as well as extremely volatile.

On top of which, the government is wary of my condition spreading to or somehow harming others, though I've assured them that it isn't in any way contagious. They've been keeping a medical monitor on me since my arrival. It's only gotten worse since I aggravated my condition back in April...

While I understand the necessity of my checkups, I don't exactly trust them with the samples of Phazon they've been storing away. The substance could be severely abused...

[Well, he couldn't argue with that, at least.]

Fair enough.

[By the end of her explanation, his expression has darkened noticeably.]

If there's one thing you can trust the government to do, it's pry into things it ought not touch with a fifty foot pole.

While I assume you're not lying to me about the potential hazard, I hope you won't be offended if I snatch a bit of what they're storing to take a look at it myself.

Beyond that, I'd be more than happy to do your check-ups myself and keep them discrete. [Lightening up a bit, he offers a small smirk and a raised brow.]

I also promise to only take what's necessary and no more. Trust me, the only substance I feel like abusing is alcohol, and only on my nights off.

By all means. I honestly doubt it's any less safe in your hands than it is in theirs. It isn't that I believe any of the doctors themselves are conspiring... There are others, specific people, whom I'm concerned about. People who could use their connections to obtain samples without my permission.

[She looks noticeably relieved about the entire situation. It had obviously been bothering her for quite some time.]

If it wouldn't be an inconvenience... You would have my utmost of gratitude, Doctor Harper. My name is Samus Aran, by the way. You should let me know if you have any trouble receiving a sample from their labs.

A pleasure to meet you, Samus Aran, it's not a problem at all; trust me, I almost prefer them if only to shake the feeling of Big Brother being over my shoulder.

[But it didn't seem to make sense to open his own clinic when there was a fully functional hospital available, either.

He smiles a bit, the sort of smile that says he's potentially up to no good. Laws? What laws?]

I'm sure I'll have no problem. Would you, uh, be interested in me taking those samples off their hands so they can find their way back to yours when I'm done looking them over?

I've had no problems so far with the government of this place, personally. There have been controversies, however... and I've had some personal squabbles with one of the more suspicious officials.

[She thinks about it for a moment, before shaking her head a little.]

It would be a better idea to keep them stored at the hospital... I have no place to store them myself. [A fridge full of her own blood would be kind of disturbing, even for a 'cold-blooded bounty hunter.'] There's also the matter that they don't realize I have a certain level of trust issues with them; we're in a partnership now and I could have my freelance license taken from me if I were to show suspicions towards them. And of course I'd rather not risk you losing your job.

For now, immense difficulty in accessing the samples and keeping them well hidden should suffice.

Alright then, I can do that much at least. Although, I wouldn't worry about my job, I'm well versed in doing things that aren't always the most legal, particularly when it comes to shady governments.

I was lucky that the Galactic Federation of my world was never particularly... uncooperative. Restrictive, perhaps, maybe even a little backwards in the past, but 'shady' isn't a word I would use to describe them.

I do wish you luck, though. If you ever happen to have any trouble, don't hesitate to mention my name. Even if the situation doesn't pertain to me, it's the least I could do.

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