you'll meet an army of me.

Mines were truly a crapshoot. While initially simplistic in the notion of getting down to the raw materials prized, as excavators dug and materials were found, they became complex systems of man-made tunnels that only pushed the limits of what the terra firm would allow; and though gone might have been the days of sending a canary to its doom, the only scratched the surface of inherent dangers that could have been found amiss cracked, caving rock and broken support structure that could no longer hold the weight of the world above it. They were dark, deep places where one may argue humans weren’t intended to disturb, but Penglai wasn’t built in a day and it wasn’t built without sacrifice and, just as he had been told, those who dared do so had to trust themselves and those around them that they weren’t all… Well, a bunch of fuckwits.

But to err was human and even the strongest, deeply embedded safety protocols weren’t fool-proof. The complexity of natural disaster, fire spreading across the landscape to eat up everything that the colony had built, was only made more treacherous with the covetous nature of human beings and the reckless folly found in emotional entanglements, making for a situation worsened with the looming threat of cave collapse - something that Kang could easily say he took no pleasure in.

In such a sense, he had been rusty and though nervousness hadn’t been something so readily on display - not in the heat of the moment when it would only lead to hesitation and possibly inability to do what he was hired for - that didn’t mean it hadn’t been present. It was a tick, a small itch no one dared scratch for the abrasions sharp nails would leave behind, and assurances - self or otherwise - could only do so much to ignite what had once been. It had been years, after all - years since he had been on a ship with the Alliance Navy and years since he had been a proper medic, and though there had been individual instances over the years, even those seemed to filter into a chronicle of past events perhaps long resolved.

But then, just like that, things were back to normal and the high ceilings of his apartment had taken the place of crew quarters aboard the Comity and the expanse of a Business District office erased the claustrophobic workspace of a mining operation he never wanted to visit again though the reasons had been warranted and the crews appreciative of their success. The notion that things were never quite as simple as “get in, get out, and make sure no one died along the way” had found itself erased among the standard issues of corporate management and catch-up on those pressing issues of significant importance.

Frankly, he didn’t like the Healers of Genesis being so quiet.

The mouthpiece that was Jasper Rackman was, while not for the rhetoric he preached or the waves he made in the social climate of Terminus, was a welcome exchange from uncertainty - uncertainty in what was going on behind the scenes and what was going to happen next, no outright declaration against a particular segment of people and their scientifically advanced counterparts a simple flash in the pan. It didn’t happen once, a seemingly empathic push for people to strip themselves of the inhumane, and whether that meant the Healers of Genesis was the backing force behind further action or individuals acted on their own accord in the seemingly cleansing wash of enlightenment bred, Kang couldn’t help the looming cloud of unease that was far more ignorable with noise.

Fortunately, Jasper Rackman wasn’t the only one who could make noise and, if only for the ulterior motive of stirring the pot to dredge the muck out of the undertow it hid beneath, Kang was quick, albeit thorough, in considering his options - ones that he could pull together without suspect, providing only an educated countervoice against the cacophony of humanist ideals that had taken center stage - and the potential implications of such before the final decision had been made.

And if all went to Hell in a handbasket, at least Kang could say it wasn’t the first time.

“I want to host a lecture, public access with the intention of educational and social outreach,” he said to the woman who walked in as if she had been holding a keen ear to the decision being made - a concept almost telepathic, but realized more in underlying transmissions from in-house communication links. Her eyes remained positioned down as she seemed to stare at and beyond the holo-pad in her hands, typing away with nothing but finely tuned efficiency to ensure that no part of the intended planning had been missed. “Contact the necessary departments to see what we can pull together as well as Terminus to ensure compliance with station protocol,” he continued, mulling each piece over, “and Terminus Security on the off chance something goes awry...”

And as if there had been any expressed concern, perhaps Kang speaking only to himself as he continued.

“... Just in case.”