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

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Dr. Marr closed his eyes, not looking at the other. His enthusiasm, and his overconfidence were clear signs that this was a bad idea. But he did not want to let this chance slip away. He wanted that research. He needed it. If he had that he could finish the first batch within... a few months. He smirked internally, suppressing the bristling ambition. It was dangerous to think like this. Especially with a venerable empath so close. His eyes flew open and he rolled his neck, the crack coming out louder than even he had anticipated. 

[color=8493ca][b]"We might as well. This will most likely be worth more than any other piece of debris they might find out here. Make your preparations, and I shall make mine. Then, we take what we want." [/b][/color]He sat back, and fiddled with his gloves, checking whether or not his medical supplies were in order - a few syringes filled with a powerful knockout agent, scalpels to disable major motor functions etc. When he was done with his prep, he recalled and cemented the layout of the ship in his mind. The other man might be a rather skilled shooter, but he would not be familiar with this ship. While the doctor was not used to combat, he was not going to be useless.

As the other spoke to the boy who manned the guns, and they neared the ship - Dr Marr thought over his designs. In his mind he saw a new breed... a group of super warriors. All the best aspects of all the best races, and none of the weaknesses. None of that bullshit race purity the Empire was concerned with. He struggled to suppress his smirk, as they moved towards the ship. An army of his own. The prospect of cutting his ties with these morons and making his own way. When he opened his eyes once more, they gleamed as he looked at the disabled ship. First thing first, though.[color=8493ca][b] "Are you ready?"[/b][/color]