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Ranger Scott dialed in the coordinates for the Second Federal Galactic Med-ward. Information straight from the source's mouth would be crucial to preparing for an excursion into unknown territory like what Scott was about to go into. Pulling on the controls, he turned the course towards the one of the largest medical providers in the galaxy. With the flip of a switch, the stars, planets and space debris of the sector blurred outside of the pilot's cockpit.

With a silent distortion of space, the Blazing Comet left the sector. Whole lengths of distance were traversed with ease as the space bending engines of the ship shortened the distance and the length of time to reach where Scott needed to go. With flash of light, Scott's ship reappeared within another sector of the Galactic Federation. At first there seemed to be nothing else within the new region of space that Scott had piloted his ship towards. Then a great mass appeared on his sensors.

The Second Federal Galactic Med-ward loomed into view. The white armor plates of the facility shone against the dim lights of the stars. The large spinning ring with a series of interconnecting axles in the middle stately rotated in the cold void of space. Technically an independent city-state in its own right, this medical care center was devoted to the care and recovery of any that needed the most cutting edge treatments the Federation could provide.

The facility provided advanced care for chronic conditions, rejuvenation treatments, genetic therapy, cognitive medicine for a variety of those that needed it such as long term patients, sensitive political subjects, those with cognitive issues and even a high security area for the rehabilitation of criminals with serious health conditions.

In any case the combination of security and the legal charter of the Med-ward allowed it to be discrete and be able to keep the information on the mongoose explorer and his claim of discovering Elysium suppressed. Scott send out his clearance code towards the station and once accepted landed on one of their loading docks. Part of the reason why the Captain and his troubling news were taken here was that nosy reporters would have a hard time trying to get to the mongoose to interview him. The facility here had the highest authority and control over the health of those entering it. A particular aggressive reporter might find himself due for a check-up which would most likely turn up troubling conditions that would require a long term stay under invasive supervision. Still the advantage the Med-ward could provide in blocking news about Captain Sam couldn't last forever as this security did take credits.

The skunk made his way from the ship and towards the medical wards proper. He walked through the halls of the hospital unbothered by the security in the place. His identification as a Ranger allowed him high clearance within government facilities. However Scott still had to toe the line, there were several ways the medical professionals here could get some revenge without breaking their duty to a patient's health.

A map on his com-unit directed him to the private room where Captain Sam was being held. Along the way he passed by several patients, staying for a short while or the long term along the way. There was the captain of one of the elite space-ball teams, a brown wolf in an arm cast sitting on a lounge chair looking utterly at peace. He was probably here because of some training accident, perhaps a failure in the low gravity system of his training camp's field. It wouldn't be surprising if the wolf was milking the reduction of being mobbed by fans and the paparazzi for all it was worth.

Scott stepped to the side as a hyena being transferred on a gurney, the man laughing hysterically as he was carried away. Who knew what circumstance had that muddy brown hyena transferred here? Though the tent in the sheet covering him and the title of professor being given to him probably had the hyena's condition coming from an experiment gone wrong.

Passing by a barred door, the skunk could see a dragon strapped into a large mechanical apparatus. Hung in the air like a horse in gallop, the red dragon was bound in bands of hydraulic controlled steel cushioned with air filled latex balloons. Wires and tubes of all kinds wove their way around the red dragon's body. A tube connected to the patient's mouth was flooded with a pink bubbling gooey serum that sparkled under the even lighting. On the bound dragon's groin was a pump, suckling greedily and Scott would bet that the dragon's behind was being stretched gaping wide to drain away the excess formula being ejected into the patient.

It was probably a drug flushing regimen. A helmet that the dragon was wearing was most likely pumping the guy full of subliminal messages to wean him off of whatever drug had gotten him interred here. And if the positive erotic reinforcement got the dragon clean, so much the better.

Scott passed by a sickly raccoon in a wheel chair having head ruffled by an otter orderly. An IV drip was carried by another otter, so the patient here was one on chronic care judging from the affection and attention the two orderlies seemed to be giving the otter. There was a snow leopard walking with crutches. His path headed towards the physical therapy wing and Scott put an arm out when the feline's crutch nearly slipped on a newly waxed floor.

Kicking a slippery floor sign into place, Scott peeked into another barred room where a bat in a straightjacket was laughing and thrashing around. This time however the cause was because of tiger doctors attacking the bat's ears and feet with stiff bristle brushes. It was only a turn around another wing where a mummified criminal with health issues was undergoing conditioning with pleasant vibrating bullets and a room where a husky nurse was giving some prescription to another snow leopard in bed that at last he reached the Captain's room.

Pushing open the door, Scott could see the acclaimed mongoose explorer lying down on the bed. The ranger judged the mongoose as lightly sleeping from the sound of his breathing. Ranger Scott pulled up the Captain's vitals on his com-unit. In regular terms, the mongoose was suffering from stress, dehydration, mental and ego based trauma and some significant bodily alteration. Currently the med-ward had judged the mongoose stable and were currently working to repair whatever mental trauma Sam E Stokes had accumulated in his latest trip. Scott came closer to the hospital bed where monitoring devices quietly beeped and hummed nearby.

Captain Sam had an iconic masculine face, square jawed, rugged fur, a sharp snout, fluffed rounded ears and a fringe of brown hair. A comfortable sheet designed to maintain body heat and to not aggravate sensitive skin draped itself over the mongoose's prone form. Yet even with the sheet and the captain dressed in a hospital gown Scott could see the powerful legs and arms built by long hikes over treacherous terrain and hard earned meters seized along craggy cliff sides. A solid core sculpted by training for surviving in any environment and looking good while doing it. There was a reason Captain Sam was admired besides his exploits.

Scott needed what information he could get now. But depending on the mongoose's current mental state, what approach should he choose? The skunk had to walk a fine line or he might find himself called for an early physical when on leave. The ranger swept away the sheet over the mongoose and bent down "Now what shall I do with you?" He said softly into the mongoose's ear.

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How should Ranger Scott interact with the Captain?

A-Interrogate the mongoose straight out. Take whatever action he needs to get that information out. Sure Captain Sam's nerves might be shot further but this mission is time sensitive.

B-Make the explorer service Scott. There's nothing like a nice power play to show the mongoose who's boss. A nice thick cock should loosen that mongoose's tongue quite well.

C-Use the captain's ass. A nice injection of dick should perk that explorer right up and ready to spill.