01-19-2015, 12:47 AM
Dr. Weston sat back and crossed her arms as if in thought. He sat back down in the chair and watched her impassively. He wasn't worried. He'd gotten her attention. She wanted information. He understood that hunger, that thirst, though of course not for the same reason. For him, it meant hidden power. For her, down here, in this particular assignment, it could mean life- or at least peace of mind. This could work our very well indeed. For him, of course. But for her as well. That did not displease him.
She spoke, explaining the difficulty. ”Ahh...I had not considered that. Of course I can stay. For as long as you need me to. And to answer any questions you may have.”
He looked at her closely. He did not need the enhanced senses of the Force to see that she was tired. But she was dedicated to her work. Mentally he noted that fact. The Ascendancy didn't just inspire fear. Fear made people work hard only when someone was watching. Or for fear of punishment. Somehow, he'd gotten this woman to willingly expend herself in a difficult assignment for more than fear. And if her, then others too.
Vellas was an example. Clearly, there was tension between him and the Ascendancy. Yet he quashed his own evident dislike to take on this assignment. With me as a spoiler of course. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. He loved the machinations of politics. It was far more subtle that military strategies. There was an elegance to it, a deftness, that was like the most sublime of proofs.
And Dr. Weston was a prize to have in his own camp, of that he was sure. For what, he couldn't yet say. Yet. But you never knew. And in the meantime, she was interesting. He smiled at her kindly. ”At least for a little while, anyway. You do deserve your rest.”
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jan 19 2015, 05:38 PM.
She spoke, explaining the difficulty. ”Ahh...I had not considered that. Of course I can stay. For as long as you need me to. And to answer any questions you may have.”
He looked at her closely. He did not need the enhanced senses of the Force to see that she was tired. But she was dedicated to her work. Mentally he noted that fact. The Ascendancy didn't just inspire fear. Fear made people work hard only when someone was watching. Or for fear of punishment. Somehow, he'd gotten this woman to willingly expend herself in a difficult assignment for more than fear. And if her, then others too.
Vellas was an example. Clearly, there was tension between him and the Ascendancy. Yet he quashed his own evident dislike to take on this assignment. With me as a spoiler of course. He couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips. He loved the machinations of politics. It was far more subtle that military strategies. There was an elegance to it, a deftness, that was like the most sublime of proofs.
And Dr. Weston was a prize to have in his own camp, of that he was sure. For what, he couldn't yet say. Yet. But you never knew. And in the meantime, she was interesting. He smiled at her kindly. ”At least for a little while, anyway. You do deserve your rest.”
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jan 19 2015, 05:38 PM.