06-08-2014, 03:56 PM
Malik watched the waiter- Pyotr Grigory- surreptitiously. He'd thought long and hard about how to approach the man. A Sigma wouldn't just start chatting up a waiter. He knew he was still being watched and judged. Instead, he would have to be more circumspect. He'd been thinking about the eaves-dropping weave he created. It really was just about transmitting sound from a source to a destination. Therefore it was bidirectional. A little experimentation in his room had shown the weave of air was also a great insulator of sound. He'd set up a conduit between the door and his spot on the floor. There was activity outside the door he could clearly hear. But when he moved away from that end, he couldn't hear any of it. He could use it to speak freely to Pyotr and, if no one else was a Force user, no one would ever know. He would have to be sure.
Once again, Marcus looked around the dining hall, dividing it into quadrants again. A quick flash-bang in each quadrant revealed only Pyotr's ability. Good. No one else could see. Pyotr was at an empty table setting down silverware. Malik wove his conduit very small and wound it around the room in a random pattern so that Pyotr wouldn't be able to follow it to him quickly.
“I know what you can do.”
Pyotr jumped at the voice and looked around, eyes widening at seeing the conduit. “STOP! Turn around. Pretend to work!”
He turned back to the table and seemed to fumble with the silverware. Malik looked around. He was speaking softly and his table was empty for now, but he still couldn't carry this on too much longer without seeming strange to anyone watching. “Tomorrow evening in the park at 7pm I will contact you, just like this." He paused. This would be the thing that got him. "I can teach you about the power you have.”
He let the hook sink in. He couldn't have been using the Force long or be very strong, not and still remain a waiter. He released the weave. Pyotr cautiously turned around and he could see the surprise on the man's eyes when he saw the weave was gone. Soon Marcus' companions joined him and he passed the time chatting with them and learning more of the inside goings on of the palace that these junior level workers saw. He filed it all away. You never knew what could be useful. And he continued to watch Pyotr.
That evening in his room, he again started working on his knot equations. As he did so, he held onto the Force, letting it flow in him, allowing him to feel the power ebb and wane. He found it helped him concentrate. Lately, in his rooms, he'd been doing everything with the Force. He found that the more he used it, the more dexterous with it he became. It irked him that he could only lift one thing at a time. But even the Force had limitations it seemed. Focusing, he transcribed the listening weave into the appropriate knot equations. It wasn't much good if people could see it. If Pyotr had wanted to- or if there had been another Force user present- they could have followed the weave and it eventually would have led to Malik. That wouldn't do.
His mind kept circling the issue. He'd been thinking about those complex conjugates again. It seemed so elegant a solution- If there was a way to come up with something similar in his equations. But after what seemed like hours, he still found nothing. The equations were just too dissimilar. If he had a way to re-express his equations in a form that resembled complex numbers though, then, maybe he could play with the terms and see what happened. He looked at the clock. It was getting late and he had a big day tomorrow. Fresh assignments were going to be coming from the Consular head Bykov. And his meeting with Pyotr. Malik smiled at the thought. Pyotr would be an interesting new tool. He could be very useful indeed.
Once again, Marcus looked around the dining hall, dividing it into quadrants again. A quick flash-bang in each quadrant revealed only Pyotr's ability. Good. No one else could see. Pyotr was at an empty table setting down silverware. Malik wove his conduit very small and wound it around the room in a random pattern so that Pyotr wouldn't be able to follow it to him quickly.
“I know what you can do.”
Pyotr jumped at the voice and looked around, eyes widening at seeing the conduit. “STOP! Turn around. Pretend to work!”
He turned back to the table and seemed to fumble with the silverware. Malik looked around. He was speaking softly and his table was empty for now, but he still couldn't carry this on too much longer without seeming strange to anyone watching. “Tomorrow evening in the park at 7pm I will contact you, just like this." He paused. This would be the thing that got him. "I can teach you about the power you have.”
He let the hook sink in. He couldn't have been using the Force long or be very strong, not and still remain a waiter. He released the weave. Pyotr cautiously turned around and he could see the surprise on the man's eyes when he saw the weave was gone. Soon Marcus' companions joined him and he passed the time chatting with them and learning more of the inside goings on of the palace that these junior level workers saw. He filed it all away. You never knew what could be useful. And he continued to watch Pyotr.
That evening in his room, he again started working on his knot equations. As he did so, he held onto the Force, letting it flow in him, allowing him to feel the power ebb and wane. He found it helped him concentrate. Lately, in his rooms, he'd been doing everything with the Force. He found that the more he used it, the more dexterous with it he became. It irked him that he could only lift one thing at a time. But even the Force had limitations it seemed. Focusing, he transcribed the listening weave into the appropriate knot equations. It wasn't much good if people could see it. If Pyotr had wanted to- or if there had been another Force user present- they could have followed the weave and it eventually would have led to Malik. That wouldn't do.
His mind kept circling the issue. He'd been thinking about those complex conjugates again. It seemed so elegant a solution- If there was a way to come up with something similar in his equations. But after what seemed like hours, he still found nothing. The equations were just too dissimilar. If he had a way to re-express his equations in a form that resembled complex numbers though, then, maybe he could play with the terms and see what happened. He looked at the clock. It was getting late and he had a big day tomorrow. Fresh assignments were going to be coming from the Consular head Bykov. And his meeting with Pyotr. Malik smiled at the thought. Pyotr would be an interesting new tool. He could be very useful indeed.