[hr][Center][h1][color=#E39FF6]Dr.Millard[/color][/h1][/center][hr] 

Millard is a man of many things, a great lover of people, a great husband, and a hard worker. Amongst every part of this is true, some to more of an extent than others, as he had been working for multiple days on this singular thing. He has been giving multiple physicals to the different people aboard the ship. Yes, it might have been a strange thing for some, but on the honor as a Doctor, he will keep secrecy. To each and every person on this ship…even when he finds it ill-advised to keep it secret and untreated. Yet he is just a Doctor, so what is his word good for? 

Either way, all of this work and overtime was to get done one of his most ambitious projects to date. A data system that will keep constant updates of a person, and catalog the data of the person from at least 4 hours ago. This works with the constant stream of information nanomachines within each person will keep track of and send the information to the receiving system within the Xuangang. There Millard had made an easily equitable modification that can be added to Omni-tools to access this information. 

Millard had spent the last 72 hours working on this project non-stop. Taking breaks to relieve himself, yet nothing else. He knew this project needed to get done as fast as possible, the crew could have been in a dangerous situation and Iris would not have been able to use her Miracle magic. Yet once he finished, he sat back and sighed in relief that he finished. His mind was nearly fried as he almost passed out, yet words filled his head like nails against a chalkboard, as Maria spoke to him in his head.  

Millard was awake almost immediately as he stood up and turned on his television, he saw a terrible news report, a terrorist attack, and the kids were all involved. Millard knew they didn't do anything that deranged, Maria's message told him that, but he was still worried as hell. He stood up and knew he needed to do something, yet when he tried his body nearly shut down as he almost toppled over, but he stood up long enough to send a message out to the ship to get all hands on deck to help him set up for medical.
 
[center]==================Everyone back at the Ship==================[/center] 

When Millard got out he was ready for anything, he was ready to treat anything, specifically because he thought Iris might have been caught up in the fighting and could be hurt and or knocked out. Yet when they got back through a portal, he didn't see Iris at all, and that was when he got worried. She might have not been close to him, but he had spent plenty of time working on this project and interacting with her, so if she got hurt, he would be upset and worried. Yet his fears are relieved as he saw her come out of the ship. 

Millard sighed in relief as he went over to her and held out this strange device, it looked like a long silver rectangular stick, while he did this he said to her, [color=#E39FF6]"Good to see you're okay. You had me worried when I didn't see you come out of the portal."[/color] Millard shook his head and then continued, [color=#E39FF6]"Anyways here. This is an attachment you can place on your omni-tool to allow you to look at the data and information on each person. It should work with you magic"[/color]. 

[center]==================Conference with Moon Strike==================[/center] 

After their hasty retreat, Millard was gonna take a quick nap to try and be ready for what could be a space chase, yet it seemed their Captain had made a call to all the crew to meet in the Conference room to tell Moonstrike what had happened. 

Millard agreed, yet knew he was going to not participate too much in the conversations. His minds was too one tracked and fried right now to allow him to deal with more Bureaucratic nonsense. Yet off he went to be told some very interesting information, apparently, some of their crew had been playing the stock market and gotten them targeted by some pirates. And not [i]only[/i] that, it also included them getting all their money stolen. Millard was never here for the money. If he needed money he would have stayed a Doctor, they pay him great and he had a pension from his military time. But to lose [I]all[/i] his money, he's happy he spent a good little bit to get supplies and the equipment he needed, or he might just strangle the little shit stain right there. 

Millard was not in a good mood as he said with a huff once the call was over, [color=#E39FF6]"Alright I'm going to bed, I'm too tired for this shit. Wake me if you need me, this week I've been working too damn hard and too damn long to play the role as the Disappointed Father"[/color]. As he passed by, he gave Natasha a pat on the shoulder as he continued, [color=#E39FF6]"You're move, show them why you're Captain"[/color]. Millard then went off to sleep, leaving Natasha to do reprimands, after all, it is her job to dish out punishments for fuck ups like this. 

Sure it was just money, but it also got one of the crew hurt, brought most of the crew into a fight, probably got them Black-listed from the Bazar, and now had most of the crew at a loss for money. Sure they weren't hurting from the monetary loss as a whole, they had enough funds in physical valuables to keep them from being out of money altogether, so they could keep up with maintenance costs and equipment. However, this definitely was a time to bring in punishment so they know who's boss and what happens to people who do stuff on their own and fuck up. Yet who knows, what does Millard know anyways? He was just a combat medic, and a squad leader, and also trained to become an officer. But who knows what is the right response here?

[@dragonpiece][@Letter Bee]