I don't own Star Wars only the big guy does, I'm just playing around in his universe. I'm doing this for my own enjoyment and will not nor plan to nor expect any form of compensation for these stories. If the big guy ever finds out about this, I sure hope that he will be understanding and won't sue me till the ends of the Earth. If you do read these stories, I hope that you also enjoy them. This story follows:

'Fresh Start'

'Tell me a secret'

'I want to hold you, I wish to thrill you, and I'm going to kill you!'

'Fruits of the Gods'

'The Last of my Kind'

Star Wars

The New Jedi Order

The Adventures of Tahiri

"Fun Time in the Old Town Tonight"

A Time to Heal series

Ensign Nora Bru-nut hurried towards the Borleias Medical Center Alpha Fox Section One, or the tank bank as some hospital personal called it, hoping she arrive before Dr. Verious gets there. It was a pretty safe bet on her part if one consider the fact since the special patient arrived about a standard year ago, he had pushed the daily workload for the Major on to her young, but willing shoulders while he only show up during the middle of the day to review her work. But, hey Nora, remember they never promised you an easy day after graduation.

Nora had been a first year student in college when the Yuuzhan Vong war was heating up near the Core. In order to pay for medical school since her home world and family were both poor in comparison with the other Core systems; she had signed away her soul to the New Republic Military for a period of 10 years after graduating and classified as in the inactive reserves. Many times, especially after Coruscant fell, she would lay awake at night wondering if the New Republic would renege on their part of the deal and force her into war as something other then a healer. It had happened too many times during her time at the university for her to have any delusions about it. Many of her classmates, mainly the ones who were falling behind the curve, shipped out to the service, which proved to be a great incentive for her to study even harder. After the war, not many of those who left school for the service survived and the ones who did survive none of them returned to the college. Nora was able to maintain a high-grade average, graduate in the top 5 percent of her class, did well in laboratory courses, and liked by both her peers and instructors. Naively, she though she had prepared herself for anything that would come in the real world.

Ah, how foolish we mortals can be, she thought as she look in a reflective surface to make sure her unruly blond hair was staying put in her braid. Like her assumption about the 'real' world, her hair was being a disappointment today of all days. She stopped walking long enough to put her pad under her right arm to try to get her hair in order as she reflected on the third day on the job here at Borleias Medical Center, when she got her first taste of what the 'real' world had to offer her.

While waiting to begin the morning rounds and listing to Dr. Veriuos was droning on about his stellar career in the military service, Nora had made the mistake of rolling her eyes at one of her fellow interns, Ken. While Mr. Wonderful missed the by-play, Dr. Veriuos did not. After an hour of receiving a dressing down in front of the other interns on proper military etiquette, and receiving a homework assignment on top of the normal course work, which consist of written reviews of three medical treatments for two different Vong viruses (due before the end of the week). She also had the distinction of being attach to his hip to 'assist' in his more tedious cases, which mostly consisted of dependents and their children as well as her normal assigned rounds in the medical center.

Assist as in I do all the hard work while he sits on his tushy and nick-picks. She though darkly as she passed several of her fellow interns. Most of them gave her a reassuring smile and a martyred look, knowing what pressure she has been under for the past year. Ken, aka Mr. Wonderful, gave her a full smile and mouthed "later" as she passed him. She turned as she walked away and gave him a wink, Ken was one of her more 'interesting' projects for the past year. It was proceeding as nicely as her main mission was which was to get the Major up and back into the military.

When she walked in to the 'tank bank', she saw that, as she had guessed earlier, Dr. 'Annoying' had not yet arrived. Nora nodded pleasantly at the medical tech at the main control station as she tried, again, to get her hair back in the braid before her superior showed up.

"No changes Dr. Bru-nut, everything is proceeding as planned." The tech said taking her pad from her, allowing Nora to free up both hands to fix her hair. "The droids are standing by to inject the patient with the stimulants."

"Thanks," Nora said taking back her pad, "how are her vital signs looking."

"Oh you would ask me that, wouldn't you?" The tech said making a face as she pulled up the vital signs. Nora rolled her eyes as she read the screen, the tech laid out the changes while giving her a martyred sigh, "The major's heart rate is within normal range, well what is normal for her anyways. How her heart is able to beat that fast and not pop is beyond me? The major's blood pressure is higher then normal for humans but for her, yea well, you know those betters then I do. Her breathing through that starfish thing is also normal, for her. Her brainwaves are fluctuating all over the chart and her body temperature is 40 degrees C. So the computer thinks she is either healthy as a Rancor or about to drop dead, your pick."

"Remember those files I received after she was transferred here by her last doctor, this is 'normal' for her. He told me that she used to drive him nuts because every other day he had to get a new base line since the old ones didn't match." Nora said as she imputed the new variables into the system so the computer would quit asking the coroner to be assigned. "Well, it looks like her weight is finally normal for someone her size." When the tech gave her a dubious look, Nora just gave her a shrug, "Hey, so she is only 40 kilograms. She is also only 1.46 meters tall, so she not really that far outside the normal range. Then again, I would have loved to be that size when I was 23. What am I saying; I would love to be that size at any age!"

"It is the only thing normal about her," the tech said with a smile as she nodded towards the covered tank in the center of the bank. The tank was covered completely with a mesh that obscured the view with just enough area exposed to see her face, the gnullith and some of her blond wavy hair. "Do you think all Jedi are like this, or is this just another example of her 'unique' character?"

"Well," Nora checked her timepiece before continuing her answer, "the Jedi Master that arrived with her did say she was as normal as any other Human-Yuuzhan Vong hybrid. Therefore, your guess is as good as mine. However, I had those two Jedi kids here a few months back and neither of them had modesty issues."

The whole issue came up only after the third session about four months into the treatment program. While she would concede to exposing parts of herself while the droids, and only the droids, removed the dead, over cooked, and infected skin layers; she refused to re-enter the bacta tank until some kind of cover could be found to avoid being 'put on displayed' for anyone passing thru the room. Never mind that the room was restricted to only a handful of medical personal, never mind that they removed all recording devices so a droid had to be on station all day. Not to mention that the special Ooglith Masquer had completely enveloped her petite body, she was convinced that someone would be gawking at her while she was in the tank. Nora could almost understand how she was worried about her Ooglith Masquer since it was slowly dissolving.

Nora has dealt with some stubborn people in the past; soldiers, parents with their children, fellow doctors, professors, hell Dr. Veriuos could teach a course on stubborn pig-headed attitudes, but none of them held a patch on the Major. She never fought with, yelled at or pleaded to the staff, nope she simply told them what she wanted done. When Dr. Veriuos claimed it was impossible and she should just grow up and do as she was told, she simply nodded her head and refused to move … for three days. One of the other techs on the third day, suggest that they hung a blanket over the tank for now and when they were ready for stage four they would have a more permanent arraignment ready.

Now, if they could just get her to accept her painkillers as easily, Nora though as she checked her timepiece again. They never even knew that Major had somehow avoided getting the injections until a routine maintenance check on the medical droid found that the needle removed. The next time they had to clean her skin, they double-check the needle before and after the treatment. Again, somehow, during the pre-injection check and the actual injection, she broke the needle off allowing the painkiller to splash harmlessly on her skin. Although, her vitals signs never wavered nor did she show any signs of discomfort during a procedure that caused 99 percent of all beings in to a tearful agony of pain with the medication. Getting your skin scrapped off by using a steel wool pad wasn't something any sane person looked forward to even in a drugged state. The Major on the other hand, just laid there as if she was sunbathing on a beach. It was at that time Nora had quietly suggested a psych exam for their patient.

"Doctor, are you ready for the injection?" The tech asked braking Nora's train of through.

"Oh, um no we better wait until Dr. Veriuos arrives," Nora stated while looking over the panel again. "We have a few minutes left and you know what he will do if we start without him."

"Yea, no sense in letting Doctor 'Vicious' have any more excuse to treat you like his slave."

"It hasn't been all bad," Nora said and cringing at the look the tech gave her. "Well, it hasn't, after all I probably wouldn't have been cleared to work with the Major if he hadn't decided to give me his 'personal' training. Good or bad, she has been an educational experience unlike any other I could have received."

"True," the tech said stretching her arms behind her back. "It is not every other day we get someone with almost 100 percent burns, scaring tissue internally and externally, collapsed lungs and windpipes, larynx crushed and scarred; you know it is not a miracle that you have been able to heal her. No, the true miracle is that she survived long enough to make it here for you to heal her."

Before Nora could answer, the doors swooshed open and Dr. Veriuos's voice came floating. "Ah, here we are," the good doctor, said as he walked into the room followed by a group of seven people. Seven people that made both Nora and the tech do a double take. "Dr. Bru-nut, ah good I am glad you are here. Grand Master Skywalker, if I may, I would like to introduce to you Dr. Bru-nut. She is assisting me in giving your niece the proper medical treatment to bring her back from the brink of death. Dr. Bru-nut; this is Grand Master Skywalker, his wife Jedi Master Jade-Skywalker, their son Ben. As well as former Chief of State Organa-Solo, her husband former General Solo, their daughter Jedi Knight Solo and General Fel of the Chiss Embassy."

Ah the great moments of my life, Nora though as she tried to stammer out some kind of replied.

"Doctor Bru-nut," Former Chief of State Organa-Solo said reaching out to shake her hand. "I think I speak for my entire family when I say thank you for your help in getting Tahiri well again."

"The honor is all mine, folks" Nora lamely as she shook the hand with one of the shapers of the modern galaxy. "Although, I must admit that I had no idea on identify of the Major nor did any of my staff, such as med tech 2nd class Nelson here."

"The identity of Major Tahiri had been classified for security reasons," Dr. Veriuos said stiffly as Mrs. Organa-Solo shook Nelson's hand as well. "Up to a moment ago, only the Commanding General of Borleias, members of security community and I were aware of her location."

"I am sure that both Dr. Bru-nut and Tech Nelson can keep this a secret." Grand Master Skywalker said with a wink at both ladies.

"So she is in there, uh," General Solo asked while trying to look inside the tank.

"Yes, General," Nora said while mentally cringing. Hopefully, the Major won't do to him what she did to the last peeing tom. "We erected that mesh screen to hide her from view upon her request."

"Has Tahiri been behaving herself," Master Jade-Skywalker said while pulling General Solo way from the tank.

"Of course," Dr. Veriuos said in a grandiose tone of voice. "I insure that all my patients understand that I tolerate no disagreement in their treatment. After all, they wouldn't be here if they didn't need my help and to help them they must obey my orders without question."

"So Tahiri wasn't any trouble at all," Jedi Solo asked looking at Nora.

"No, of course not," Nora's boss asserted harshly before Nora could answer for him.

"Then this is not Tahiri, we have the wrong room." General Solo said while heading towards the door but his wife stopped him and told him to behave himself.

"Dr. Veriuos," Nelson said as the counsel started beeping, "It is time to inject stimulants in to the bacta container."

"Ah, very good, yes very good," the blowhard said as he directed all parties towards the tank. "Please precede Tech Neil." Nora gave her assistant a grin as she rolled her eyes. "We have two medical droids waiting to assist the patient emerge from the tank. However, first we must stimulate the body into waking up. That is what Tech Nicklous is doing right now."

"It's Nelson," she mumbled as the stimulated started to have an effect on the Major. As Nora announced it to the room, Nelson let out a sigh and whispered to Nora, "I have worked with him for five years. You think he would get my name right at least once."

After a few seconds, Nora announced that the stimulant has been injected but as everyone could see, there wasn't much of a reaction from their patient.

"Um," the youngest Skywalker spoke up after a few minutes, "Shouldn't she be like waking up or something?"

"Her vital signs suggest that the stimulants have entered her blood stream," Nelson reported before Nora or anyone could ask her.

"Have the med droids open up the tank and see if they can sense anything amiss." Nora suggested to Nelson as Veriuos asked rudely if she broke this piece of machinery as well. "Call maintenance and then stand by to manually inject the stimulants. I think we will have to do it, can't trust the droids on this one."

"She has sabotages other equipment?" Grand Master Skywalker asked in a soft but warm voice, and he really didn't seem to ask as much as stating.

"She has been very, um, insistent on the types of pain killers and drugs that we can administer." Nora answered as General Solo made the comment to the effect 'that sounds like Tahiri'. "However, this would be the first time she messed with the tank."

"What had she done?" Master Jade-Skywalker asked as Veriuos peered into the tank to look at the peaceful sleeping face of the Major.

"She has repeatedly prevented the medical droids from administering the proper pain killers to assist her in her healing. How she ever expected to rest while in that pain … wait a second?" Nora asked what was wrong as he stood up on his toes to peer closer at the visible face of the Major. "I though I saw … AHHH!" Veriuos fell backwards, arms flailing about as Tahiri had her face pressed against the glass tube, her red eyes dancing with amusement, while young Skywalker laughed loudly. "STOP DOING THAT MAJOR!"