Re: Act 6.0b - During the Meeting
Of the four outsiders Dohr was the last to arrive to the port side cargo hold. After the meal when the women had left the cabin, the Kel Dor had sat down on the floor, lowered his canes beside him, put his hands in his lap and closed his eyes. It had been a while since he had last had the chance to relax and meditate. Decades ago, when the Kel Dor had still been a young boy, his mother had began teaching him meditation. Lacking jedi training or sensitivity to the force, learning to calm himself down had been difficult for Dohr. But Shara had not given up on the boy. Though he would never master the art on the same level his parents had, now, all those years later, the doctor was able to fall into a trance-like state very quickly. A minute into the meditation he was somewhere else and didn't notice the passing of time.
About an hour later Dohr Veen let the hum of the engines lead him back to the present and opened his eyes. Feeling very relaxed an refreshed, the doctor nimbly pushed himself up and silently thanked everyone for letting him have the room for himself for so long. Stepping outside Dohr headed to the galley to find the three women, but no one was there. Since the areas they as passengers and non-members of the crew were allowed to enter were limited, it didn't take him long to find the others in the port hold. Fiarr noticed him coming before he saw her and invited the doc to join their 'exile group'. Dohr smiled and gave the Bothan a bow. "I would be delighted to, Fiarr. Thank you."
The Kel Dorian picked a spot beside Kyvarr and followed her example. It had been too long since his rifle had been serviced last. Of course as a disciplined soldier, Dohr had cleaned and oiled the 9118 thoroughly on his trip to Det Akari. The air-tight locker had kept the carbine in perfect state, but still he felt he should take it apart, clean everything up and put it back together again. Twice. It was probably quite obvious for the women present that the Kel Dorian's robe and vest must have been specifically fitted to hide both the modified carbine and the flechette pistol underneath. They had for sure already noticed that instead of one cane, the Doc now carried two. Both were intricately ornamented with engravings and embossed figures, but on closer look one was somehow quite a bit more beautiful than the other and Dohr seemed to handle it with more care or… perhaps respect.