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

[@frapet] [@Korkoa]

Dr. Marr had been silently ignoring the other for a while, peering out of the windows and perusing the scanners when they offered either a bleep or a bloop. 'down to a science - bah... where had he heard that before? imbecile. He did not even bother offering an apology to the man about the handling. None of Marr's business? Who did he think he was? If his eyes had been diluted but an increment more, Marr would have reported him to the captain and demanded another pilot. While they were flying however, he could feel the high receding - and the other man's hormonal system re-calibrate. The  heady hormonal cocktail that spread over the doctor was nothing if not unexpected. Crippled with dread indeed... Naturally he knew that they felt emotions, but emotions don't linger after the people who produce them leave... If he could do this? perhaps a unique evolutionary strain? the ability would be - would have so much potential? Dr. Marr could feel his hands wanting to reach forward and grab some of the Pilot's hair - but resisted the urge. Then the beeping started.

[color=8493ca][b]"If you are quite done with your melodrama, you might realize that my race too experiences the inner workings of proximate other races - I am well aware of your unusual emphatic levels... yet only one of us seemingly possesses the willpower to not resort to... soporiferous crutches."[/b][/color] He remained quiet from then on wards as the other took his many readings. As they came in, something began nagging at Marr. They seemed familiar. The manner in which the latent data signals were formatted seemed eerily familiar. He closed his eyes to try and recall what it was, ignoring the beeps, pressing Roka's emotional turmoil from his mind, until eventually his mind was quiet and he could recall effectively. Codes... he had seen them before. In passing. Not his department. The ship was to be flown by the crew - he had to focus on the wor--- the work? His eyes flew open. The empire. Science division. 

just as the thoughts flooded over his mind did they both spot the Empire Science Division craft. It brought back so many memories to Marr, of a life that now feels an age away. This was a trap. He was sure of it. They were going to kill him. [color=8493ca][b]"I - We- we should not be here. That ship should not be here. This is a trap. I am sure of it. WE have to go back. We have to get out of-"[/b][/color] Then again... That thing could be filled with the latest cloning tech. Just the residual resources would speed his work up years. Risk it? should he? No... even if it were empty of threats, he could not take the risk. There was still too much to do. [color=8493ca][b]"Yes... we, should get reinforcements, or have a more skilled group take this one." [/b][/color] While his voice did not waver inside he could feel a multitude of emotions, fear, burning envy, suppressed ambition, fear. His eyes flicked to his hand that seemed to be shaking slightly. He closed his eyes and tried to force his hand to calm, but behind his lids he saw to yellow eyes peering at him from beneath a cowl, a cackling 'well done' as he was standing in a line with a group of other scientists in a dark throne room. [color=8493ca][b]"...we have to leave here." [/b][/color]