07-03-2014, 10:29 AM
Marcus watched Ascendancy's face. He could not read the man's emotions, could not tell what he was thinking. But strangely, he didn't feel fear. The man had his life in his hands....and yet....and yet Marcus felt excited, hopeful. There was a will at work here.
He thought back to the revelation with Vellas in the dining hall- the multiple weaves- and the limitations of his Force paradigm. It had been a useful one and had taken him far. But now he stood in front of real power, of power made reality. The metaphor could still be useful, but from now on it would no longer be permitted to form the basis for his assumptions.
So fate, the Force, the universe, whatever he wanted to call it, but some guiding principle had decreed this moment, here, at this place, at this time. He could not deny the path that had led him here, the path that had begun from his birth to a very specific set of sires, to live in a very specific set of circumstances that would eventually lead to the Kremlin, in December of 2045, in this hallway, him standing revealed before Ascendancy himself, a man whose philosophy very nearly coincided with his own in every way, possessed of a power and ability that Marcus had sought for 8 years.
He waited, confidently hopeful. And then Ascendancy finally spoke. "Take to your room and sleep. You are hereby under order to not take hold of .. the Force .. until I say otherwise. You're a man of discipline, I trust you'll resist the temptation."
He peered into Marcus' eyes. "I will know if you do not,"
Marcus felt a measure of relief, for which Malik chided him. You must have faith. Whether Ascendancy could tell if Malik channeled or not did not matter. He logged the statement in the back of his mind, another avenue for future research. But Malik had honor, especially still at so delicate stage in their relationship. He would abide Ascendancy's command, not out of terror- the terrors borne in his childhood had been the worst imaginable. After that, even torture or death did not terrify him. But he would obey out of respect for the man, would fear the man in the same way that he feared all great power, with awe and reverence.
He rose. "Yes Ascendancy,"
was all he said, keeping his face neutral. Ascendancy strode away and so did his guards, the tall one giving him a stony look. Malik ignored it.
He entered his apartment and undressed using conventional means. After days of using the Force for everything, it felt odd. But he had given his word. Once everything was put away and he ready for bed, he sat down in the middle of the floor to meditate. Using Jedi techniques, he reached a sense of calm and tranquility. It was enough. The events of the day played through his mind, every conversation and nuance, every thought and idea. It had been eventful indeed.
At this point, his future was in Ascendancy's hand. But he was confident that he'd be able to work with the man, show him how useful he could be. Malik had faith that an apprenticeship would come.
But to be useful meant providing useful things. He couldn't use the Force to study. But he could remember and use his Tau Algebra. He got his notebook out and transcribed the weaves that he'd seen come off Vellas. He smiled again at the physical proof it was possible to make multiple weaves at once. Now that he'd seen it, he doubted he'd have trouble doing it himself. The paradigm must be adjusted for reality, not the other way around. But looking at the equations, he saw they were a very unique weaving of Ether, along with just a few other thread flavors, Ether being the primary component.
Once the equations were done, he started manipulating them. The quiet of the room became a blanket that surrounded him, pressed in on him. Only the terms in front of him existed, the mathematical expression of ethereal realities. Soon they took on a life of their own. He began to see how the weave worked. Resonances. He smiled. The Tau vibration value of Ether was....different than the others. When the vector matrices describing the Ether threads were combined in specific ways, the vibrational value of the total weave changed.
He sat back, stunned. Unlike the other 4 flavors, whose vibrational value stayed constant, Ether's could be readjusted. The Tau vibrational value of, say, the water flavored thread of the Force resonated with that of the actual water molecule. That's what gave it its power to control and direct water. Ether's vibrational value being adjustable meant that it could be....modulated, fine tuned to react with specific threads of the Force or even generic ones. That was how the weave worked. The resonance of the weave was adjusted so that any use of the Force set off a vibration in the Ether web, indicating its use. A spider's web, set to go off when a fly got caught.
He smiled. Now that he saw it, he also saw that with some reworking, that weave could be adjusted to act as well, to go off with a prearranged response to a specific resonance. Perhaps...perhaps even that vibration could be attuned to different people, to respond or not respond to them. Malik smiled; he was pleased with the work.
Marcus took a deep breath and looked at the clock. It was midnight and his legs were sore from sitting like that. He stood up and put his notebooks away and got into bed. Despite the...uncertainty that still hung over him, it was a momentously great day.
Ascendancy would see. He could be very useful to the man, if given a chance. Malik would offer his power in service to order and harmony. The chaos and capriciousness of humanity would be guided into stability. Mathematical order, harmony and beauty would prevail.
<small>((Continued in You Know How We Do It))</small>
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 16 2014, 01:22 PM.
He thought back to the revelation with Vellas in the dining hall- the multiple weaves- and the limitations of his Force paradigm. It had been a useful one and had taken him far. But now he stood in front of real power, of power made reality. The metaphor could still be useful, but from now on it would no longer be permitted to form the basis for his assumptions.
So fate, the Force, the universe, whatever he wanted to call it, but some guiding principle had decreed this moment, here, at this place, at this time. He could not deny the path that had led him here, the path that had begun from his birth to a very specific set of sires, to live in a very specific set of circumstances that would eventually lead to the Kremlin, in December of 2045, in this hallway, him standing revealed before Ascendancy himself, a man whose philosophy very nearly coincided with his own in every way, possessed of a power and ability that Marcus had sought for 8 years.
He waited, confidently hopeful. And then Ascendancy finally spoke. "Take to your room and sleep. You are hereby under order to not take hold of .. the Force .. until I say otherwise. You're a man of discipline, I trust you'll resist the temptation."
He peered into Marcus' eyes. "I will know if you do not,"
Marcus felt a measure of relief, for which Malik chided him. You must have faith. Whether Ascendancy could tell if Malik channeled or not did not matter. He logged the statement in the back of his mind, another avenue for future research. But Malik had honor, especially still at so delicate stage in their relationship. He would abide Ascendancy's command, not out of terror- the terrors borne in his childhood had been the worst imaginable. After that, even torture or death did not terrify him. But he would obey out of respect for the man, would fear the man in the same way that he feared all great power, with awe and reverence.
He rose. "Yes Ascendancy,"
was all he said, keeping his face neutral. Ascendancy strode away and so did his guards, the tall one giving him a stony look. Malik ignored it.
He entered his apartment and undressed using conventional means. After days of using the Force for everything, it felt odd. But he had given his word. Once everything was put away and he ready for bed, he sat down in the middle of the floor to meditate. Using Jedi techniques, he reached a sense of calm and tranquility. It was enough. The events of the day played through his mind, every conversation and nuance, every thought and idea. It had been eventful indeed.
At this point, his future was in Ascendancy's hand. But he was confident that he'd be able to work with the man, show him how useful he could be. Malik had faith that an apprenticeship would come.
But to be useful meant providing useful things. He couldn't use the Force to study. But he could remember and use his Tau Algebra. He got his notebook out and transcribed the weaves that he'd seen come off Vellas. He smiled again at the physical proof it was possible to make multiple weaves at once. Now that he'd seen it, he doubted he'd have trouble doing it himself. The paradigm must be adjusted for reality, not the other way around. But looking at the equations, he saw they were a very unique weaving of Ether, along with just a few other thread flavors, Ether being the primary component.
Once the equations were done, he started manipulating them. The quiet of the room became a blanket that surrounded him, pressed in on him. Only the terms in front of him existed, the mathematical expression of ethereal realities. Soon they took on a life of their own. He began to see how the weave worked. Resonances. He smiled. The Tau vibration value of Ether was....different than the others. When the vector matrices describing the Ether threads were combined in specific ways, the vibrational value of the total weave changed.
He sat back, stunned. Unlike the other 4 flavors, whose vibrational value stayed constant, Ether's could be readjusted. The Tau vibrational value of, say, the water flavored thread of the Force resonated with that of the actual water molecule. That's what gave it its power to control and direct water. Ether's vibrational value being adjustable meant that it could be....modulated, fine tuned to react with specific threads of the Force or even generic ones. That was how the weave worked. The resonance of the weave was adjusted so that any use of the Force set off a vibration in the Ether web, indicating its use. A spider's web, set to go off when a fly got caught.
He smiled. Now that he saw it, he also saw that with some reworking, that weave could be adjusted to act as well, to go off with a prearranged response to a specific resonance. Perhaps...perhaps even that vibration could be attuned to different people, to respond or not respond to them. Malik smiled; he was pleased with the work.
Marcus took a deep breath and looked at the clock. It was midnight and his legs were sore from sitting like that. He stood up and put his notebooks away and got into bed. Despite the...uncertainty that still hung over him, it was a momentously great day.
Ascendancy would see. He could be very useful to the man, if given a chance. Malik would offer his power in service to order and harmony. The chaos and capriciousness of humanity would be guided into stability. Mathematical order, harmony and beauty would prevail.
<small>((Continued in You Know How We Do It))</small>
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jul 16 2014, 01:22 PM.