01-05-2015, 10:54 PM
Michael seized the Force and the feel of menace filled the room. He stifled his own reaction in that moment, refusing to respond to the feel of threat. He did ready himself, just in case Michael felt like challenging him. While he felt possibly stronger than he himself, that did not mean that he would roll over for him. Not by a long shot. His life would be sold very dearly indeed. Very likely, this entire facility would be destroyed in the conflagration, if it came to that.
Instead he put his hands behind his back and seemed to relax. He watched the men's responses, once again, noticing the Indian fellow's face. His hunger was palpable. This one would be interesting. For the first time, he felt a desire to reach out to the man, to involve himself in the training, at least a little. He did have some experience, having taught his brother the ways of the Force- at least what he chose to teach him. That he now used it as a police officer amused him. His poor brother was so very naive and simple. He hadn't responded to his invitations to Moscow so far. This young man, though, not at all.
He noticed Weston step forward and lower her voice to speak to Vellas. He caught snatches of what she said. She was right to be afraid. To her credit, though, she faced her fears. An admirable woman. Once again, he had to appreciate the people Ascendancy had surrounded himself with in such key positions. It was a lesson he took to heart.
Michael was right though. A week would be sufficient, provided they did little more than learn control. If they did more than that, the danger was every bit as real as he explained.
He continued to watch and see how things played out. He would have his chance at answers soon enough. He felt eyes on him and turned his gaze back to the men. The Indian man's eyes were on him. He felt the ghost of a smile on his lips.
Instead he put his hands behind his back and seemed to relax. He watched the men's responses, once again, noticing the Indian fellow's face. His hunger was palpable. This one would be interesting. For the first time, he felt a desire to reach out to the man, to involve himself in the training, at least a little. He did have some experience, having taught his brother the ways of the Force- at least what he chose to teach him. That he now used it as a police officer amused him. His poor brother was so very naive and simple. He hadn't responded to his invitations to Moscow so far. This young man, though, not at all.
He noticed Weston step forward and lower her voice to speak to Vellas. He caught snatches of what she said. She was right to be afraid. To her credit, though, she faced her fears. An admirable woman. Once again, he had to appreciate the people Ascendancy had surrounded himself with in such key positions. It was a lesson he took to heart.
Michael was right though. A week would be sufficient, provided they did little more than learn control. If they did more than that, the danger was every bit as real as he explained.
He continued to watch and see how things played out. He would have his chance at answers soon enough. He felt eyes on him and turned his gaze back to the men. The Indian man's eyes were on him. He felt the ghost of a smile on his lips.