I like the group I travel around with, but sometimes they just do foolish things. Flaunting wealth, for example. You do that in a planet that can barely afford a gravity well is like opening up an all you can eat restaurant back home. Fools.
I met with a contact about where we should go next, and it is to that world Aunt Matilda asked about. But the wise collective herd decides to keep up the facade of a princess visiting the planet. So we broadcast out our travel plans to go site seeing. Time and place, nothing sneaky. Oh, they were all sneaky sneak when it came to going with me to meet the contact, even May in that perfume that smells like ginger chicken you used to make (hidden but there). But now was the “we are all together like pigs in a poke”.
Kidnappers stopped our little caravan, and I tried to avoid getting bagged like they were doing to the rest of the group. My acting was superb, better than when I played a gas giant in that 3rd grade play. I got to see just enough that we could come up with an escape plan.
One thing I will say on the positive was that when my group decides to kill people, they are quite good. I played my part in the background (no, no killing for me) and then bandaged up one of my mates who was wounded. I think I’m going to do my work on the ship for a while – much safer than landing on a planet with a target painted on my back. The majority of the crew on the ship love me, and my recovery times for injured patients is way up from the standard charts.
Your miracle worker,