“Dr. Brent Bradford”

Pulling in to the docking port, a Gold plated limousine containing the rich and famous Brent Bradford starts to prepare for the departure of this spacecraft. He opens his briefcase and glances over it to see if all his money making drugs are there. He smiles at the medicine as he quickly closes his briefcase as his eyes melt into pure excitement for opportunities to expand his successful...

Brent Bradford wakes up from his happy dreams, due to a small amount of wadded-up paper hitting his face. He shakes his head, his loosely-tied tie and a pool of drool are shaken violently away from him. He stops and tries to regain his vision after that tremor of a head shake. He opens his briefcase looking for his newly acquired pill case with one remaining pill. There's a note on the bottle stating what day he took the drug, to remind him in case the drug has made him forget short term memory subjects. Under the date is the name of the drug given by himself, deduced from studying the ingredients in the drug. This is so if he doesn't live to tell people this drug is deadly in the future, at least they will have a general idea on what this drug is. The last thing on the bottle is the safe combination written in a different language. He used to tell his friends it was full of all his possessions and riches, however in reality it contained his living will that only a member of his family could translate.

He writes on the bottle: 
“cures mild cases of night terrors. 
side effects may include night sweats and drooling.”

On to the next matter, who threw the paper at him? He looked around to find who had the guiltiest looking face. “Found you.” he whispers quietly to him self. He begins to stand up, just now remembering he was on a cheap transporter shuttle. Committed to make things even, he walks towards the thrower-of-papers, and grabs a clean handkerchief from his shirt pocket and hands it to him. He congratulates him for waking him up before he missed his stop, and hands him the handkerchief. “This magic handkerchief is a pass me down in my family from generation to generation, the kindness you have displayed just now is more than deserving to be family to me. I want you to have it. It's self cleaning and it is lemon scented”. This handkerchief is infused with a drug called “tetraphyline”. It just so happens to kill 100% of germs, and has a natural lemon like scent. However, what Brent failed to mention was one whiff of this certain citrus smelling drug causes intense sneezing. 

He turns around away from the gentleman and returns to his natural depressed state as he walks towards the ship's airlock. “Could've just asked if I was awake, jerk” he whispers under his breath. As the shuttle reaches the docking bay of the Tsiolkovsky Station, a slight gleam of hope awakes in the heart of the doctor, while job opportunities appear in his mind. He starts to smile... then it turns to a smirk.

“wishful thinking”.

Brent starts towards the bar, as is usually his tactic. Drunk people are honest about things. You can tell a lot about a man's problems when they are drunk. And if there isn't any one needing his assistance, he can slip a drink every now and then to help the day go faster. It's a win-win. 


He heads that way and arrives moments later. He goes in and orders a beer and goes to the comfiest looking booth, waiting for anything or everything. he takes small sips out of his beer and begins thinking. “Bring the sick to me” he says in his head as he begins to smirk. “I can cure it all”!