12-16-2014, 11:11 AM
He heard voices through the glass but didn't look up. He was looking at the glass trying to decipher what he was . He thought about getting his wallet out and looking some stuff up but he thought better of it. This was a secure facility. Very likely, they'd confiscate wallets anyway. So he contented himself with sitting there, letting his mind drift.
The door behind him slid open and a man walked in. Marcus recognized him immediately and smiled to himself. "Commander Velles."
Aside from those brief words at the Christmas party, they'd had no other interaction.
Still, Marcus thought he had an idea of what was going on now. The Force, obviously. Specifically what about it, he had no clue. The rumors of this place ran the gamut.
Thinking of the Force made his mind return to the puzzle at hand, the sword. It felt like he was bashing his head against the wall. He was getting nowhere. He needed a different angle. Away from paper and pencil and equations, all he could do was just bounce ideas around in his head. What was interesting was the way the metal had somehow been attuned to the Force. More than that, the metal had been strengthened in some way. He'd tried to nick it or bend it or do something physically to it but it resisted all efforts.
Swords were not common weapons nowadays. The fact that someone would imbue a melee weapon with such characteristics meant it was no ornamental thing. It was made for use. That meant great age. He would have to ask the woman where she'd gotten it from. It hinted at ancient things.
He wondered if one could do the same thing to other materials like ceramics or plastics. Not that he would try. Metals seemed ideal, being relatively simple. The logical thing to do would be to experiment on a normal piece of steel and compare and contrast with the sword.
Now that he had a new plan of attack, he let his mind drift. There was really nothing more he could do about it, not here anyway. The room was mostly quiet though the feel of the air was different. It was noticeable now. Low pressure. A memory clicked, something about buildings with low pressures. Something about hospitals. It gave him another hint as to what went on here.
Well, he'd know soon enough.
The door behind him slid open and a man walked in. Marcus recognized him immediately and smiled to himself. "Commander Velles."
Aside from those brief words at the Christmas party, they'd had no other interaction.
Still, Marcus thought he had an idea of what was going on now. The Force, obviously. Specifically what about it, he had no clue. The rumors of this place ran the gamut.
Thinking of the Force made his mind return to the puzzle at hand, the sword. It felt like he was bashing his head against the wall. He was getting nowhere. He needed a different angle. Away from paper and pencil and equations, all he could do was just bounce ideas around in his head. What was interesting was the way the metal had somehow been attuned to the Force. More than that, the metal had been strengthened in some way. He'd tried to nick it or bend it or do something physically to it but it resisted all efforts.
Swords were not common weapons nowadays. The fact that someone would imbue a melee weapon with such characteristics meant it was no ornamental thing. It was made for use. That meant great age. He would have to ask the woman where she'd gotten it from. It hinted at ancient things.
He wondered if one could do the same thing to other materials like ceramics or plastics. Not that he would try. Metals seemed ideal, being relatively simple. The logical thing to do would be to experiment on a normal piece of steel and compare and contrast with the sword.
Now that he had a new plan of attack, he let his mind drift. There was really nothing more he could do about it, not here anyway. The room was mostly quiet though the feel of the air was different. It was noticeable now. Low pressure. A memory clicked, something about buildings with low pressures. Something about hospitals. It gave him another hint as to what went on here.
Well, he'd know soon enough.