01-03-2015, 12:45 PM
The last few days had flown by quickly. Work at the consulate never stopped. Changing an entire culture was a massive undertaking. And he had his research. Last night had been particularly encouraging. He had begun to experiment with weaves of spirit and metal after playing with his equations. The Tau eigenvalue for vibration and fractal dimension seemed to hold some promise. The atomic lattice structure of the piece of metal he had procured still wasn't resonant yet, but he thought he was on the right track. There was something there, if he could just tease it out. It kept nagging during moments of silence.
As, for example, now, watching Vellas and his new recruits. Conscripts was a better word. Serve the Ascendancy or....it was left unsaid but the implication was clear. You were useful or you were expendable. A slight smile curved his lips. He hoped they knew what a privilege it was to be part of bringing order to the world.
In the background, behind the glass, scientists and technicians worked, monitoring the men and their energies. He was going to have to speak to one of them. He was curious to see how the Force showed up on their instruments. It wasn't one of the four fundamental forces of nature. He didn't imagine detectors for the strong nuclear force's gluons or for gravitons would work. But if their instruments caught use of the Force, well...that could be useful for his own research. Another possibly fruitful avenue for his project.
Vellas began his speech and Malik sighed. The man wasn't going to be winning over hearts with those words. An army of gods needed to feel loyalty. Otherwise you were just creating an army of potential challengers. But once again he felt that delicious thrill of anticipation. Using the Force on someone normal, while exhilarating, was easy. The pleas of the butcher echoed in his mind and he smiled at the memory. A real fight, though....
Almost as if on cue, someone challenged Michael. He smiled, curious to see how he handled it. His method was as effective as it was illustrative of the dangers. But perhaps not how he would have done it. Getting their buy in to their new life was key.
The door slammed open and a woman in a lab coat came out, trailed by a couple of others. Those immediately went to the injured man while she strode up to Vellas. He couldn't help but smile at the huffiness she showed as she walked. She was not unattractive, though it was clear that she wasn't interested in getting people's attention with it. And she wasn't afraid of Michael. Or at least, not afraid enough to stand up to him. Clearly, they knew each other.
He watched interestedly, curious to see the man's response to her very public reproach.
As, for example, now, watching Vellas and his new recruits. Conscripts was a better word. Serve the Ascendancy or....it was left unsaid but the implication was clear. You were useful or you were expendable. A slight smile curved his lips. He hoped they knew what a privilege it was to be part of bringing order to the world.
In the background, behind the glass, scientists and technicians worked, monitoring the men and their energies. He was going to have to speak to one of them. He was curious to see how the Force showed up on their instruments. It wasn't one of the four fundamental forces of nature. He didn't imagine detectors for the strong nuclear force's gluons or for gravitons would work. But if their instruments caught use of the Force, well...that could be useful for his own research. Another possibly fruitful avenue for his project.
Vellas began his speech and Malik sighed. The man wasn't going to be winning over hearts with those words. An army of gods needed to feel loyalty. Otherwise you were just creating an army of potential challengers. But once again he felt that delicious thrill of anticipation. Using the Force on someone normal, while exhilarating, was easy. The pleas of the butcher echoed in his mind and he smiled at the memory. A real fight, though....
Almost as if on cue, someone challenged Michael. He smiled, curious to see how he handled it. His method was as effective as it was illustrative of the dangers. But perhaps not how he would have done it. Getting their buy in to their new life was key.
The door slammed open and a woman in a lab coat came out, trailed by a couple of others. Those immediately went to the injured man while she strode up to Vellas. He couldn't help but smile at the huffiness she showed as she walked. She was not unattractive, though it was clear that she wasn't interested in getting people's attention with it. And she wasn't afraid of Michael. Or at least, not afraid enough to stand up to him. Clearly, they knew each other.
He watched interestedly, curious to see the man's response to her very public reproach.