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Dalorr Carro

Dalorr ran onto the ship as well, not daring to look back. She'd only heard of sith in the vaguest of senses, old tales and history. She wasn't fond of the reality of them. As the ship made a break for it, she looked around at the ragtag group, noting who was injured and how badly. She spotted a couple of jedi, a good few troopers, and a few smugglers. As soon as she could find her feet, Dalorr got up and started checking the people with the worst injuries she'd spotted in the group. She briefly saluted the other troopers that were in the bay, to let them know she was one of them, as she went by. She was about to get to the first one, and was starting to panic over what she'd do with just her medpacks, when the captain came out. She smiled in relief when the Nautolan said that he had some medical supplies in the ship, following him. She spotted a Zabrak on the floor with some very nasty injuries, and she knelt down beside him, checking the wound on his neck. She noticed that he was a trooper as she was checking the semi-cauterized injury, before helping him to sit up so she could get a better look.
"Lightsaber? Blaster?" She asked, in the hopes that, if the amount of blood was any indicator, it would keep him conscious and calm. She figured it would be wise to get him along with the other injured people, just so that they'd all be closer together and easier to keep an eye on all of them, and looped his arm over her shoulders to help him.