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

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Dr. Marr had left, obviously not participating in this pathetic attempt at mustering bravado - turning from them with a barely contained sneer - and started towards the hanger. Roka? Balosar. 26. Death stick habit. No wonder he needed a bloody spotter. And now the bloody Doctor had to be the one to do it. This entire enterprise has already devolved more than Marr had originally bargained on. As people and droids moved around him hastily, he quickly stopped at his medical center, and picked up his emergency kit. Checking that everything was prepped for emergency surgery - he made his way out and towards the hanger. The walk gave him time to cool down and make a little bit more peace with the fact that clearly he was supposed to be more of a team player. He never thought he would miss being a borderline prisoner of a mob boss.

With a deep sigh he entered the hanger and waited for Roka to arrive, peering at the ships with a clear sense of distaste.