Do No Harm comes to us from newcomer Erin Endom. A pediatric emergency medicine specialist, Endom obviously put her career to work for her in this story of a Rebel medic; it's the only Star Wars piece she would do, but it was considered good enough to be reprinted in Tales from the Empire. It's illustrated by a young fellow named Chris Trevas, who was still mastering his craft, as indicated by the lead image of young Steve Buscemi. It's a first-person story, which makes for a nice change of pace. Our narrating heroine is Dr. Aurin Leith, the daughter of Coruscanti bureaucrats who attended the University of Byblos Academy of Medicine and then practiced on Ralltiir until her annoyance with the Imperial regime's impositions gradually led her to join the Rebellion. She's been serving on the hospital ship Pharos, but when our story begins she's summoned to meet Lieutenant Koris Haslam, a famous Rebel commando with a bland appearance and a con man's facility with impersonation. They have a mission to rescue Gebnerret Vibrion, an elderly Rebel cell leader (nothing less than the former senator from Ghorman, in fact, who went into hiding at the same time Mon Mothma did) with a kidney disorder. He needs regular administration of Clondex, which he may not be getting from the Imperials who have captured him. If he goes into delirium, who knows what he might say? If they can't get him out, they're going to kill him before he can talk, since they know he'll die in Imperial custody anyway. Nice to see a little darker side of the Rebellion. There's a whole team. A small woman named Melenna Seltrayne (an ice-cold Ord Mantell street urchin recruited after trying to pickpocket Haslam; she now has an on-and-off casual thing with Enkhet), a small Wookiee named Liak (always calm and with an uncanny sense of direction, he was captured by slavers who killed his best friend Zherriak, but he and his fellow captives took over the slave ship and escaped; he joined the Rebellion for revenge), a big guy named Gowan Ch'lessan (a quiet, idealistic young black Chandrilan who happens to be a very good slicer despite also being a big dude and a good fighter), and a scrawny kid named Barsoulentiniel Enkhet (a lanky, emo-haircut nineteen-year-old pilot who learned to fly during his time as a smuggling group's cabin boy -- I don't know why they had a cabin boy, either -- and now flies for the commandos because he's not disciplined enough for a fighter squadron). They'll infiltrate the prison facility, located on an otherwise dead world, by posing as stormtroopers escorting prisoners. After the briefing, Haslam asks Aurin if she'd be willing to euthanize Vibrion if they can't get him out. She refuses, based on her medical oath, so Haslam reluctantly takes on the responsibility; he's not as cold about this as she'd thought. She agrees to sedate him before Haslam kills him, but only if the decision whether they can move him or not is left up to her, as a medical decision. They land without incident; Aurin is strapped with her medpac and a holdout blaster, playing the part of one of the prisoners. Haslam easily bluffs his way past just by showing up, which raises the question of why there don't appear to be any records of anything in the Empire. Just show up and say you're supposed to be there; no one will question you. Shouldn't there be some paperwork involved with dropping off prisoners? Or at least a we'll-take-it-from-here transaction? Instead, an officer just assigns them some cell numbers, and Haslam gets them to take off by claiming he's Intelligence and his prisoners are so top-secret that he can't have anyone else around. He even gets them to turn their surveillance off. It's a smooth con. Gowan slices into the records and finds Vibrion; they head to his cell and Aurin starts treating the old guy. She's able to get him on the move, and they head out through access tunnels. As they come to the hangar and prepare to bust out, Aurin spots a stormtrooper getting ready to ambush them inside the access tunnels. With a mixture of instinct and the knowledge that she's the only one with a shot, she pulls her holdout and kills the trooper. Everybody starts firing, they toss a concussion grenade into the hangar to clear it, and they make it to a shuttle and blast off. It's after they've escaped and she's treated the few minor wounds that the adrenaline comedown starts to really hit her, and she freaks out a little about the fact that she killed a guy -- just a kid in stormtrooper armor. Gowan sits and talks with her a little about it, about how it can be necessary to kill, but that doesn't mean she's cut out to be a killer. She sits, comes to some peace with what she did, and moves on. She gets a medal for completing a field mission, but she hasn't looked at it since; this was her first and last combat mission. It's not the best-written story. It happens all in a rush (though with an admirable refusal to get bogged down in world-building exposition, as most of these stories do), there's no meaningful challenge or twist to how the mission plays out, and the prose is your usual amateur stuff, not bad but not polished. But I really enjoyed the fact that it has a distinctive perspective, exploring the moral dilemma of a doctor thrust into war with sensitivity, nuance, and a really well-considered emotional throughline. It's got something to say, something a little powerful, and there's an ethical and emotional complexity to it not found in your usual Rebel storylines. I'd take something this interesting any day over another Han Solo knockoff or generic commando mission. Next up is A Free-Trader's Guide to the Planets, which describes several worlds with tangential connections to the Bantam novels.