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

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Dr. Marr sat back in the seat. He kept his eyes open and his hand clenched together. [color=8493ca][b]"I don't know enough to make that decision. You do not know enough to make that decision. We might have limited communication, but they might not. They might not have any reinforcements, but then again they might have entire squads in proximity, hidden from our sight. YOUR addled mind might think that the worst they will do to us when caught would be a few years in a labour camp... you have not seen what I have. What they will do to me - to us."[/b][/color] Marr's breath came quicker as he looked at the ship, which they seemed to still be creeping up on. 

He closed his eyes again, but this time instead of yellow eyes he saw the fabled Kaminoan Bio-Cron. The registry that is updated every week and moved within the Imperial Science division. Every new edition filled with the latest research. research fuelled by a limitless pool of credits and resources. They were most likely already three cycles ahead of him. His teeth gnashed at the thought. Those morons did not know how good they had it. They did not have the live in near squalor, pouring every penny into second rate tech, while making themselves subject to the whims of gangsters and those who associate with them. He felt the rage building before he could stop it. Rage was bad. Rage made his envy more palpable. It subverted reason. He should not agree--- 

He wanted that fucking Holocron. He deserved it. If they could get that ship, he could laud the prices of the equipment, and how they could sell it to the captain. it should not be too hard to swipe the database before they notice it. He could not let the captain know of it though... or at least not it's value. Probably more than all of the equipment the might find combined. 

[color=8493ca][b]"I need a percentile. What do you think are our chances of making it out of here, without them actually being able to alert anyone? Of us disabling their ability to move, and communicate?" [/b][/color]Marr sifted through his mind to try and find out anything he could about how the escorts worked with these ships, as well as the security - unfortunately he cam up short. They would  have a few guards, but beyond that he never really cared about these kinds of things - and in turn never paid attention to them.