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"If you want, but that's probably unnecessarily. Most are serving those who have no one else. They don't care about accreditation. The important thing is that they have the knowledge." Ashla thinks. "Though really it comes down to the individual."

Alarm bells clang faintly in the back of his mind, and he made a mental note to tread carefully if he agreed to work with any of Ashla's contacts. "Sure, but it will give me some credibility when I put in my leave request."

Ashla nods. "Makes sense. I can forward the contacts of some more of the reputable members." Ashla thinks for a second. "Who probably would appreciate accreditation. One was on some desert planet who just learned from his father who was a doctor before he died."

Nodding, Cole adjusted his spectacles, "sounds good, you still have my comm details, right?"

"I think so." She goes over to her datapad and tries to send a message.

Cole fished out his datapad, and a few moments later, it chirped, the screen lighting up and displaying a familiar selfie of Jin Vaya posing with the surgeon. "That worked."

"Good. I'll send you the contact info in a little bit after I go through it."