Doc

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"QUOTE HERE" Doc's story, or atleast as much as she is willing to talk about, started with her showing up to the Citadel already with her doctor's bag. Apparently she had heard of The Immortan, wishing to see his greatness for herself. He lapped up her praise like a dying man, not seeming to care it was an obvious lie to get in his good graces. Nether one of them was stupid, they knew how this game worked.

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Being the Citadel's Organic Mechanic had it's perks. The last one had died to a feral blood bag gone rogue apparently, so the position was open and waiting for someone with her skills. Slicing, dicing, hooking up, and delivering the once in a while baby for the Immortan and his wives. The children were just as sickly as the Warboys.

"Why do you work for him?" Adeeba, the oldest Wife of the lot spoke up after their monthly exam. Doc was allowed to work in the Wive's vault as she herself was a female and could do no real harm, atleast by the Immortan's belief. Doc closed her bag, scratching the words 'non-viable' right next to last month's results. It was always the same, these visits were pointless, even Badar knew this.

"Because he keeps me fed, gives me a safe place to sleep, and out of the hands of the raiders that roam the corners of your little 'Kingdom', Princess." Adeeba apparently hated that answer, growling with daggers in her eyes. Doc returned the stare, unamused with the Wife's attitude.

"Don't call me that." The snapper spat. OOhhh, struck a cord. Doc scoffed, picking up her bag and walking towards the vault door.

"Same time next month, Princess?" A clay pot holding some poor excuse for a plant was hurled, the ceramic crashing into the wall next to Doc's head.

"Missed....." Doc commented, not showing any signs of being unnerved by almost being hit upside the head by the projectile. She promptly left, the other Wives coming out to check in on their distressed 'Sister'.