01-30-2018, 12:23 PM
Marcus felt as if a flip had been switched in Weston and it amused him. Not that she ever seemed more than remote at the best of times. Which, he supposed, made sense, given what she did. And the usual results. She did not seem to be as...calloused as one needed to be for this work.
She opted for segregation, more likely. Compartmentalization. Of herself. Of her work. It explained a lot.
But that was day to day stuff.
Now, with the horror wrought by the chaotic unleashed power of the Force, she had gone into triage mode, hyper focused, barking orders. He narrowed his eyes for a moment and then relaxed. They made sense. And it needed to be done. And he was there. And I was always looking for another thread.
"I'll take care of it."
was all he said. Already the room had started to fill with technicians and others responding to the blast. He told off two to go check on the containment and structure, and another to head to maintenance to make sure power stayed on. Without that, air flow would stop and soon heat and carbon dioxide buildup with bring everyone to a halt.
He assigned another two to started checking rooms for damage and for survivors.
She was checking on Carpenter, unhooking him from the restraints. She didn't seem to want help, at first. But the man wasn't small and she wasn't going to be able to lift him out of there. He pulled the man up, taking most of the weight on himself. "I have you Soldier."
He was weak, so Marcus looked over his head to Weston. "Where do you want to take him? I assume the closest undamaged room?"
It was her facility now. Wryly he smiled to himself. She had taken command.
As they walked, the two he had sent off to check on survivors had started herding them to the center waiting area, away from what were probably tangled cables and broken glass or sharp implements that had been scattered in the blast, where they could be treated.
The rooms farther away from the blast were likely the best bet.
As he walked, the weight of Carpenter's body on him throwing him off slightly, he thought. There should have been a trained Force user in the room. Ready for just such an event. Perhaps creating a shield, a bubble, around the subject, to contain any unexpected Force outbursts.
Not perfect, no. If that had been him on the table, not many other Force users would have survived the blast. Vellas would have. Ascendancy certainly. But not one of the newer ones. I would never have been on that table Malik snarled. I would have ripped this facility down to the ground first. Marcus chuckled. Perhaps. Perhaps.
But he still remembered being boiled alive, from the inside out, the pain in his head, the feel of his eyeballs swelling, his inner organs expanding as if they might burst.
We are not as invincible as we seemed. There was a lesson there. Pride. So very dangerous.
((Ooc edit. Carpenter is awake))
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jan 30 2018, 10:50 PM.
She opted for segregation, more likely. Compartmentalization. Of herself. Of her work. It explained a lot.
But that was day to day stuff.
Now, with the horror wrought by the chaotic unleashed power of the Force, she had gone into triage mode, hyper focused, barking orders. He narrowed his eyes for a moment and then relaxed. They made sense. And it needed to be done. And he was there. And I was always looking for another thread.
"I'll take care of it."
was all he said. Already the room had started to fill with technicians and others responding to the blast. He told off two to go check on the containment and structure, and another to head to maintenance to make sure power stayed on. Without that, air flow would stop and soon heat and carbon dioxide buildup with bring everyone to a halt.
He assigned another two to started checking rooms for damage and for survivors.
She was checking on Carpenter, unhooking him from the restraints. She didn't seem to want help, at first. But the man wasn't small and she wasn't going to be able to lift him out of there. He pulled the man up, taking most of the weight on himself. "I have you Soldier."
He was weak, so Marcus looked over his head to Weston. "Where do you want to take him? I assume the closest undamaged room?"
It was her facility now. Wryly he smiled to himself. She had taken command.
As they walked, the two he had sent off to check on survivors had started herding them to the center waiting area, away from what were probably tangled cables and broken glass or sharp implements that had been scattered in the blast, where they could be treated.
The rooms farther away from the blast were likely the best bet.
As he walked, the weight of Carpenter's body on him throwing him off slightly, he thought. There should have been a trained Force user in the room. Ready for just such an event. Perhaps creating a shield, a bubble, around the subject, to contain any unexpected Force outbursts.
Not perfect, no. If that had been him on the table, not many other Force users would have survived the blast. Vellas would have. Ascendancy certainly. But not one of the newer ones. I would never have been on that table Malik snarled. I would have ripped this facility down to the ground first. Marcus chuckled. Perhaps. Perhaps.
But he still remembered being boiled alive, from the inside out, the pain in his head, the feel of his eyeballs swelling, his inner organs expanding as if they might burst.
We are not as invincible as we seemed. There was a lesson there. Pride. So very dangerous.
((Ooc edit. Carpenter is awake))
Edited by Marcus DuBois, Jan 30 2018, 10:50 PM.