Rogue Doctor - Limp O’Cyte:
"The good doctor…”Saint Cecily” they murmur when she moves among the throngs clamoring for care, speaking softly into the cogitator on her wrist of symptoms and serums…"
"I started the 'Saint' rumor many cycles ago after she staved off the Rust Lung infestation I so carefully crafted hoping that glory might bring low what pox and plague have not…"
“That damnable hat! Her sense of style...that lilting laugh when the streetlings bring her bits of debris and trash as tokens of their affection and respect. Those moments are powerful beyond reckoning and yet she just gives them away by the dozen without a care in a world that is fraught with concern and saturated in fear…”
“I’ve finally got her...ohhh yes, she will finally be seen for the grave danger that she is to the common order and be dealt with like every other threat...the sealed dome...the water and power obviously stolen to grow plants, of all things, which she then feeds to the sick and the well alike! ‘Spynotch’, ‘Arrrghgula’, ‘Ka le’, the last, of course, a derivative name for an ancient Terran death goddess no less. Thief! Poisoner! Disrupter of the Quota! The guilds will line up to destroy her if agents of the House of Blades, the Mechanicus or House Helmawr do not beat them to it! Ohhh she is well and truly done for this time.
"Shall I leak our findings through our typical proxies or anonymously alert the authorities…neither! I shall make the complaint myself!"
“My presence is requested to receive an award? No? Ahhh a commendation then…"
Rogue Doctor - Cecily Helios:
