Proffessor Stephen Dinky

Islay base was pretty quiet the day Marcus' ship landed on their pad. No one was there to greet him or guide him trough the base. He didn't need anyone anyway, he knew this place like he knew his job. As he walked towards the small research lab located on the bottom of the base he was really wondering when will they call in for a favor he owed them for past 7 years. But what can they possibly want from a bounty hunter. Never mind, one more palm scanner and he's in the lab. Martha will be waiting for him. She's still hot as the day he met her. Marcus didn't want to lose much time:

"Alright so what is going on here exactly? I don't owe you that much so you can drag me across half of the universe to this god forsaken hell hole of a base without telling me anything" - He barged in with his standard brute like behavior. It got him answers before, it should get them again.

"Shut up Marcus and sit down. See this man here? Recognize him?" - Martha wasn't budging tho. She seemed determined. letting go of her aparatus she pulled a file folder out of a cabinet and gave it to him. Marcus browsed it slowly. "Nope" "Your loss. That's professor Stephen Dinky" - Martha responded "one of our most esteemed colleagues here at the research facility." Martin shrugged. "So?" "What do you mean so you dumb shit!?" - Martha grabbed the table and leaned on her hands towards him. "Put two and two together, you are a frikkin' bounty hunter Marcus and you just traveled across two Houses to meet me here so I can show you a picture. What do you think I want?" "Fine, geez.. Aren't you a ray of sunshine." - Marcus leaned back a bit and observed her. His attention span wasn't so big, as his eyes wandered off to a big moving plant at the corner of the room. Raising his brow, he observed the plant for a .. "Look at me!" Martha slammed her hand on the table. "You owe us that much Marcus.." "Ever since your sorry ship brought you here half dead" Marcus winced at that. He didn't like to be reminded he owes anyone anything. But he did owe them his life. 7 years ago when he landed in a Molly ambush he barely made it out alive stumbling into Edinbrough somehow and floating trough the space on life support without fuel. He closed his eyes and spoke "Alright alright fine, fine.." He fixed his jacket and gave her a determined look. She had to know he's serious or she'll never be cooperative. "I'll need some more info about this guy." He said so closing the file folder, pushing it back towards her. She turned around towards a drawer and pulled out a small PDA "You'll find it all here." She slid it over the table towards him "His last mission, his logs and his work journals". She palmed her hands slowly and continued: "It's all we've got. You can start by going to Rochester. That is where his journal leads".