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Waiting for them inside the hospital was a tall, rail thin and black haired female doctor in a white coat and scrubs. One of the nurses was about to step up to Rikive and take her into the ER, but the doctor- Elizabeth, her name tag said- stepped up and said "Bay Three. I'll take care of her." Lizzy gave Rikive a reassuring smile before looking at Parry walking up behind the wheelchair and skewering him with a glance.

Parry shrank back a bit but kept up his pace behind Rikive.

"Lizzy's good," he said, keeping up as the EMTs wheeled Rikive to Bay Three- a closed-door room in the ER. "Best, er, practitioner on this side of the city."

The EMTs formally handed over Rikive to Lizzy when they transferred her to the bed, Lizzy hurried them out the door and shut it behind them.

"First thing," she said, walking right up to Parry and delivering a slap across his face that could probably be heard down the hall.

Parry reeled but didn't argue with the action.

"When I text you saying I have a situation, I expect you to show up ASAP. Especially when you pull shit like getting me out of a colo-rectal-cancer surgery for this. My interns are playing doctor right now. So I expect you to stick around after I'm done here."

Without skipping a beat she turned to Rikive, all bedside manners and professionalism. She snapped a pair of gloves on from her coat pocket and observed the demon wound visually.

"Hey hon. Looks like they cleaned it but antiseptic won't do much against this kind of pain." Lizzy reached into her pocket and pulled out a small bottle, little more than Four Fluid Ounces filled with a dark liquid. "This'll neutralize the poison. Equal parts cocoa, blood, some animal bits in a blender and tequila. Let me know what your pain looks like on a scale of One to Ten after drinking- One being perfectly fine and Ten being childbirth."

Name: Norana Kay'Leth
Species: Togruta
Age: 22
Planet of Origin/Birth: Coruscant
Force Sensitive Y/N: Whole lot of NOOOOOOOOOPE

Appearance:
[Picture Forthcoming]

Skills/Abilities:
- Getaway Driver - Norana earned her bread in the lower levels of Coruscant as a getaway driver. Morali, her contact in Level 278's Crime Syndicate, would contract Norana to drive a speeder for sanctioned robberies of upper level banks and vaults. Norana soon found her skills in high demand and learned the ins-and-outs of every vehicle she owned, how to maneuver it in multi-tiered urban environments and how to evade small arms fire with ease.

- I Know a Guy who Knows a Guy. - Norana's previous connections in organized crime syndicates means she has friends (and a few enemies) everywhere. While Imperial regulations are focused on restricting trade and putting non-humans at an economic disadvantage, there's always a market for forbidden goods. While not impressive enough to grab serious hardware, a kind word and some credits can grab small arms or supplies when in an urban environment.

- Pistolero - Rifles are heavy. Heavy things weigh you down. Weight decreases speed. As a result of these basic facts, the heaviest weapon Norana has ever and will ever use is a blaster carbine. She is much more comfortable with hold out blasters and standard pistols.

- First Aid - Things go bad in heists. It's inevitable. Someone breaks a bone, gets shot, goes through a windshield- stuff like that. After the dust settles and the Authorities lose track of the Crew, that's the time people get patched up. Norana has learned a thing or two about rapid first-aid and is able to treat rudimentary burns, laser hits, cuts and small broken bones. Anything requiring more than a bandage or splint is beyond her expertise.

- Worst. Luck. EVER. - Norana has bad luck. Woefully bad luck. The kind of bad luck that doesn't strike at every moment, but at the worst possible moment. After five years as a getaway driver, Norana was finally picked up by the Authorities for never having gotten her license. After months tied up in the Imperial Judicial system, her legal advocate was the victim of an assassination meant for his twin brother, a suspected rebel sympathizer. Her joining up with the rebel alliance had more to do with the fact that the last job she worked forgot to pay the crew of the Alliance vessel for transportation to Hutt Space- she needed a paycheck fast to avoid getting Spaced.

Equipment:
- DH-17 Blaster Pistol
- First-Aid Kit (Stormtrooper Issue)
- Combat Knife
- Blast Vest
- Pilot's Goggles

--Name: R4-Z7
--Model: R4 Unit.
--Weapons: None.
--Programming: Reconnaissance, local mapping.
--Tools: - Scomp Link
	 - Com-link
	 - Holo recorder
	 - GPS
--Personality: Stubborn // Dumb
--Other: R4's processing unit has been slaved to a master Recon program- the droid is usually let loose under its own power to scout a marked location and identify exit routes for getaway. This has left the droid extremely, superbly stupid when trying to complete mundane tasks and incapable of holding a conversation outside of this program.


- Modified Speeder "Bail's Balls" (Seats 4 + Rear mounted Sponson for heavy weapon)


Psychological Profile: Norana has the jaded, cynical outlook of someone who would never join the Empire, the Rebellion, or the Hutt Cartels for that matter. The Empire is a xenophobic and bloated military state. The Rebellion is a hopeless band of naive kids. The Cartels have all the self-control and focus of a youngling in a toy store. Norana only gives two kriffs about herself and whoever is paying her at the time. Beyond her outlook toward politics, she has the unbearable arrogance of a young person who knows what she's good at, how good she is at it, and how indispensable it can make her in certain situations (namely when a rapid exit is required). She hasn't ever denied this arrogance either, but does nothing to cut back on it.

Outside of combat and around the ship, she tends to keep to herself and only hangs with her droid "Zee," occasionally referring to it as "Lili" and speaking in a conversational tone with it. Anyone fluent in binary will note that the droid doesn't respond back to anything but the most basic commands given to it. Psychological profilers in the Alliance might call Norana a "Section 8" but thankfully, that profession isn't in the Platoon's budget.

History: When you grow up in the heart of the Galaxy, the jewel of the Empire, in the shadow of the Imperial Palace and the Senate, the holovids leave you with certain expectations. Everything should be orderly and clean. Corruption is stamped out. Law prevails. Order is supreme. And there's plenty for everybody.

Load of bantha poodoo, all of it.

Norana grew up in the under levels, daughter to one of millions of refugees from the Clone Wars that made the pilgrimage to safety. For most of her childhood, she didn't believe she was on Coruscant to begin with. Everything was too dark, too crowded, too violent and too corrupt to actually be where the signs said she was. Coruscant South Hemisphere. Sub-level 217. Refugee Sector. It was a cruel joke the galaxy played on her mother- to escape what seemed like a paradise world only to arrive in a hellhole that probably hadn't been considered safe in thousands of years.

Mom got knifed one night by a pimp that wanted to hire her, and wouldn't take no for an answer. Noraya didn't mourn at the time. She didn't get mad, either. She got even- stole the creep's speeder instead and took it for a joy ride up to level 122. The neighborhood wasn't much better, but there were more opportunities there. She worked her way into a local syndicate moving spice. She got good at driving that speeder. Real good. After making a run to a party on level 26 and evading pursuit by the authorities, she got upgraded to the level of "indispensable" in the eyes of her boss. So when the Quarren pimp that knifed Noraya's mother came looking for his speeder, surprise surprise, her syndicate friends sent him back to level 217. In pieces.

From there, the jobs opened up. The gang invested in a true speeder for Noraya, an open topped, supercharged vehicle that she promptly put to use in running getaways for bank robberies and vault heists in upper level posh housing units. She called it "Bail's Balls" after watching Bail Organa give a speech in the Imperial Senate on public broadcasting, all but calling the Emperor a liar and a tyrant to the old fogie's face. The name stuck.

Even with the Empire putting the squeeze on everyone that wasn't human, Norana was sitting on a pretty pile of cash when she got busted in a sting- for not having a license to fly the speeder.

From there, things spiraled down fast. Norana's place was raided by a rival gang and all her cash was stolen, so she couldn't make bail. The Advocate hired to represent her was knocked off accidentally instead of his twin brother. So she had to get sprung from prison by a rebel raid on the facility to bail out some of their own people. Thankfully, one of the Uslam grunts let her on the Intruder and, by the grace of every higher power, her old flame Sola vouched for her to get on board. Norana leveraged her speeder, taken by the prison warden as "evidence" but more as a free ride, until her syndicate could pay her ticket.

The money never came, so she was left with two options: get spaced by the Intruder's crew, or sign on with the Uslam grunts to make the money the hard way.

She signed up.

Yes, and: Norana was given a ticket aboard the Intruder by an old flame, Sola. It wasn't for free though, and when the credits failed to turn up to pay for Norana and her custom built speeder, Sola threw her a bone and introduced the Togruta to Corporal Beskad who had an opening for another grunt. Norana was able to prove her skills more valuable than that of the standard foot soldier when, during a raid on an Imperial depot, an AT-ST showed up and began to tear up the platoon. Norana commandeered an officer's speeder, hot-wired it, and drove it into the legs of the walker, bailing before being wrecked by the impact and the falling walker. 

Beskad didn't mind having the foul-mouthed, arrogant witch around after that.

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