<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/45/A40db078f15cef247ba0a5d31befdd9a.jpg)</div><strong>Riana Norne</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1RQTZ02ZKwU8trVF3PaKWVKck2UWt7t5wE5Bj8ujkPNI/edit)<br/><br/>When Riana Norne awoke, groaning, stiff, bruised, and battered, the petite and carvacious maiden's first thought wasn't to her own health or comfort.  Instead she jerked around with a startled cry.  Looking around the carnage, the twi'lek girl's lekku flatened in dismay.  She gave a long whimper, lower lip trembling, then began to search wildly among the boddies of the fallen.  As she went, she scrounged up an medical supplies she could find.  Whenever she found another limp body, she checked the face, then gave a mewl.  She then checked for a pulse.  If she found none, but the body was relatively intact, she gave mouth to mouth and chest compressions, but only for a little bit.  If she couldn't revive them, there were so many others she hoped to save, and one it was her duty to find...<br/><br/>"I..." she whispered, thinking back tot he confusion, "I don't even remember if you were on the ship, Aunty..."<br/><br/>She sighed and looked about.  Over the last half hour, she'd gathered up her usual effects, pressed her lips against more sets of lips than she had before in her life--most of them dead, unfortunately!--and ultimately had to wonder if she'd failed...<br/><br/>"Maker," she moaned, looking around at the few survivors who'd awakened.  "Erm...  Has anyone seen Ambasador Leandra Norne?  Did she even make ti to a shuttle?"<br/><br/>She gave a swallow, then looked around, and a low groan.  "I...  Maker save me and Ancestors guide me...  I may be the highest ranked surviving diplomat in our delegation."<br/>