01-21-2018, 11:20 PM
Patience. This required patience. He had needed it for Andre. And for himself, he admitted. Sometimes, because the struggle for domination and control of the Force had become so second nature, it was easy to forget those early setbacks.
But failure was never really failure. Everything was a lesson. It was all in the attitude. "Good. Earth. Perfect. And you thinned out your thread to a good width. But you have to be in control at all times. It will call to you, suggest what should be done, even try to force it. That's what happened here. And it can be ok to experiment carefully. But when you have a task, it must be you that commands, not the power. The struggle for domination when you seize it never ends."
He paused, thinking. He'd not had to put it into words for Andre. And Pyotr had never progressed beyond the most rudimentary of control. It made him think. In many ways, teaching taught the teacher as well as the student. And strangely, he found joy in it. "In some ways, it is alive. Not as you or I are. I don't think. But if you don't control, it will do as it wants and the danger could be great."
He stopped. Looked at Carpenter. There were bags under his eyes. From the paperwork, it had been a long day, aside from all the cloak and dagger stuff. Using the power when tired could be dangerous. Deadly. "Enough for today. Follow me."
He led him back to his room. The guard opened it. "I ask you to trust me and wait in your room."
Then he went to find someone in charge. Inquiries told him Dr. Weston had gone home. Dr. Greybill was in charge.
In his office, Marcus wasted no time. "I would like Mr. Carpenter moved to a standard room."
The Dr. raised an eyebrow. "Standard protocol is for all prisoners to be detained in holding until their level of threat is ascertained and-"
Marcus strode forward, letting his irritation clearly show. "Your standard protocol does not apply. Mr. Carpenter is here at the Ascendancy's command for a very specific reason. I was sent BY the Ascendancy to achieve those goals. But your KGB tactics have made that all impossible. I am here to rectify that."
The man blanched, shuffled papers and looked at his monitor. "I'm sorry Consul, but we have our orders-"
Marcus gathered his anger and seized the Force. He wanted to choke the man. He hate pencil pushers with their cover their ass mentality. Well this time, covering his ass was going to burn him. His voice was deadly quiet as he wove just a touch of red in his eyes. "I will make this clear. I do not care what your protocol is. I have a job to do."
The man's face paled to stark white and Malik smiled to himself. Perhaps he did enjoy beaurocracy a little bit. He let the silence linger. "When the Ascendancy arrives later, do you wish me to tell him I failed in my assignment because of your protocol? Shall I send him to yoir office for explanation? I promise you. It won't be my failure."
The man was used to channelers. Vellas and his men were regulars. But there was a difference between being around the use of the Force and having it directed at you. Clearly this was a new experience. And if a channeling Consul terrified him, how would he do when the Ascendancy arrived?
Malik almost laughed at the thought. Sometimes, work could be a great deal of fun.
It wasn't long until Marcus returned to Carpenter's room, had it unlocked. "Mr. Carpenter, I have arranged better accomodations for you, befitting a guest. I would suggest getting some rest. We can continue later."
The seeds sowed, the hooks set, now it was time to wait and carefully cultivate. The man was reasonable. He didn't think it would be a long process. The Ascendancy would have what he wanted.
But failure was never really failure. Everything was a lesson. It was all in the attitude. "Good. Earth. Perfect. And you thinned out your thread to a good width. But you have to be in control at all times. It will call to you, suggest what should be done, even try to force it. That's what happened here. And it can be ok to experiment carefully. But when you have a task, it must be you that commands, not the power. The struggle for domination when you seize it never ends."
He paused, thinking. He'd not had to put it into words for Andre. And Pyotr had never progressed beyond the most rudimentary of control. It made him think. In many ways, teaching taught the teacher as well as the student. And strangely, he found joy in it. "In some ways, it is alive. Not as you or I are. I don't think. But if you don't control, it will do as it wants and the danger could be great."
He stopped. Looked at Carpenter. There were bags under his eyes. From the paperwork, it had been a long day, aside from all the cloak and dagger stuff. Using the power when tired could be dangerous. Deadly. "Enough for today. Follow me."
He led him back to his room. The guard opened it. "I ask you to trust me and wait in your room."
Then he went to find someone in charge. Inquiries told him Dr. Weston had gone home. Dr. Greybill was in charge.
In his office, Marcus wasted no time. "I would like Mr. Carpenter moved to a standard room."
The Dr. raised an eyebrow. "Standard protocol is for all prisoners to be detained in holding until their level of threat is ascertained and-"
Marcus strode forward, letting his irritation clearly show. "Your standard protocol does not apply. Mr. Carpenter is here at the Ascendancy's command for a very specific reason. I was sent BY the Ascendancy to achieve those goals. But your KGB tactics have made that all impossible. I am here to rectify that."
The man blanched, shuffled papers and looked at his monitor. "I'm sorry Consul, but we have our orders-"
Marcus gathered his anger and seized the Force. He wanted to choke the man. He hate pencil pushers with their cover their ass mentality. Well this time, covering his ass was going to burn him. His voice was deadly quiet as he wove just a touch of red in his eyes. "I will make this clear. I do not care what your protocol is. I have a job to do."
The man's face paled to stark white and Malik smiled to himself. Perhaps he did enjoy beaurocracy a little bit. He let the silence linger. "When the Ascendancy arrives later, do you wish me to tell him I failed in my assignment because of your protocol? Shall I send him to yoir office for explanation? I promise you. It won't be my failure."
The man was used to channelers. Vellas and his men were regulars. But there was a difference between being around the use of the Force and having it directed at you. Clearly this was a new experience. And if a channeling Consul terrified him, how would he do when the Ascendancy arrived?
Malik almost laughed at the thought. Sometimes, work could be a great deal of fun.
It wasn't long until Marcus returned to Carpenter's room, had it unlocked. "Mr. Carpenter, I have arranged better accomodations for you, befitting a guest. I would suggest getting some rest. We can continue later."
The seeds sowed, the hooks set, now it was time to wait and carefully cultivate. The man was reasonable. He didn't think it would be a long process. The Ascendancy would have what he wanted.