[color=8493ca][h2] Dr. Khava Marr [/h2][/color]

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Dr. Marr was sat down in his laboratory - the other one, the secret one - when he heard  the order muffled through the cover he had placed over the intercom system linked into the pod. The only sign that he heard it was the slightest of downturns of the left corner of his mouth - the rest of his body remaining perfectly still, his eyes hidden as the peered into the microscope. [color=8493ca]"...variant test - proto- Restriction-enzyme, set:CHISS, subset B1,  Phosphodiester bond cleaving proving irregular at best, resulting in - original estimation 73% - unusable end-states, with less than 3% being viable for further testing. Conclusion: While subset has proved more stable than earlier efforts, it does not provide the results to validate further refinement at this time. Store - Continue with Subset C when culture matures."[/color] The room became quiet, as the holocron in front of him saved his findings, when he got confirmation, the sound of glass and metal clinking as he put away the samples. Getting up from his chair he rolled his neck a few times, offering little more than a sigh to the quiet room, filled with many glowing glass cylinders - in turn filled with hundreds of functioning body parts. Straightening his dark grey lab coat - he exited the room and left for the diner - making sure to lock the nondescript door behind him.

The trek offered very little in the form of distraction, as he either ignored the people he passed, or they ignored him. His stride was confident, his shoulders back, his chest and chin risen - and his hands clasped behind his back. The ridged form was only disrupted by the bored look on his light grey face. Eventually reaching the hallway that leads to ‘Valana’s Diner’ - as if a mess hall needed such sentiment wasted on it - he felt the side of his mouth turn down once more. Down came bounding the Human. Such a boring race. So easily replicable. So replaceable. The boy made a wide arc around him, and continued on. 

Reaching the Diner soon after, Dr. Marr walked in with an air of indifference - heading directly to the captain where he was parked inelegantly on an inelegant piece of furniture. For effect he rose his right brow and crossed his arms in an apathetic manner. [color=8493ca][b]"I am busy Vikargo. As you know. What is the meaning of this?" [/b][/color]