The Marines have settled in, once it became clear that the Sith weren't about to just go away. They treat the duty of babysitting the Sith landing zone with characteristic stoicism. Not only do they watch all of the visible goings-on of the LZ with a certain detached air, but they seem to be taking concern with the possibility that someone just might do something rash to the Sith vessels. As if that wasn't the last thing the CDU needed. And so, this part of the starport has sprouted its share of drab slate-green infrastructure, popping up overnight like mushrooms appearing in turf.