09-07-2020, 06:31 PM
Marcus hid a grimace. Ryker was having trouble concentrating. He'd expected something like it, of course. The studies he'd read- especially the classified stuff- painted a true horror picture. Minds broken beyond repair. Violent and uncontrollable. Those early Soviet doctors had had to put down most of their subjects, with the exception of those few kept for longer studies.
None of them were alive now, though. This was Marcus' first exposure to it in person. It did pique his interest. His days as avenging angel were over. He knew that. The lack of any comment from Malik only served to cement that fact. His old life was well and truly over.
Still, for those who needed it, it could be useful. He filed that away.
The matter at hand. Ryker. The man had drifted off again. Very likely, he would not remember their speaking moments ago. The man had to know him as friend and savior. Owner.
He seized the force, weaves for the Jedi mind trick forming. He learned forward, hand on Ryker's- the first touch of human kindness he'd have felt in what had to have seemed months- and spoke quietly but insistently, threads of the Force lacing through his words and into the man's brain. "Ryker. Wake up. I came to help you."
The timing was spot on. The squeak of the door announced the guards return- that and the smell of food wafting from the tray. Marcus had eaten but in this place, even he had felt hungry. He smiled, looking genuine. "Ryker, I have food."
He waited for the man to come to.
[[Up to you whether the weave works. Also the food choice is yours.]]
None of them were alive now, though. This was Marcus' first exposure to it in person. It did pique his interest. His days as avenging angel were over. He knew that. The lack of any comment from Malik only served to cement that fact. His old life was well and truly over.
Still, for those who needed it, it could be useful. He filed that away.
The matter at hand. Ryker. The man had drifted off again. Very likely, he would not remember their speaking moments ago. The man had to know him as friend and savior. Owner.
He seized the force, weaves for the Jedi mind trick forming. He learned forward, hand on Ryker's- the first touch of human kindness he'd have felt in what had to have seemed months- and spoke quietly but insistently, threads of the Force lacing through his words and into the man's brain. "Ryker. Wake up. I came to help you."
The timing was spot on. The squeak of the door announced the guards return- that and the smell of food wafting from the tray. Marcus had eaten but in this place, even he had felt hungry. He smiled, looking genuine. "Ryker, I have food."
He waited for the man to come to.
[[Up to you whether the weave works. Also the food choice is yours.]]