12-21-2014, 08:14 PM
The elevator ride finally stopped and Ascendancy strode out boldly into the newly revealed room. The air smelled of some sort of cleansing agent and the place was spare, a glass column casting a reddish glow that reflected off the dull steel panels on the walls, creating a hell-like illusion.
It was not homey at all. And yet there was something in the way Ascendancy strode and spoke- something detectable in his voice- that spoke of contentment. This was his domain, more so than any above. The vast weight of the ceiling and however many hundreds or thousands of feet of concrete, earth and reinforced steel- and it had to be in the thousands, he thought, as Ascendancy spoke of this place's ability to survive a thermonuclear exchange at the height of the cold war- that vast weight could almost be felt. The air felt slightly...compressed, he decided.
Ascendancy brought up a map of the structure and began to describe its various levels, though somewhat obliquely. It didn't matter. In the distance, he could sense the burst of menace that indicated a man had used the Force. From the indicators on the screen, it looked as if others were responding.
Vellas wore his expression like a mask, though he responded to Ascendancy's words with the desire to see these weapons. He had an 'interest' in them. The logical conclusion clicked into place. Human weapons trained in the power. Commander Vellas. Jeddah. He smiled to himself, understanding the man's 'interest'.
He looked at Ascendancy. It was a difficult position to be in. People who wielded the powers they did could cause destruction on a scale never before seen. They were popping up everywhere and without any particular pattern. Pyotr, a lowly waiter, was a good example of that. Which reminded him. He needed to contact him again. Now that Ascendancy knew, he could be less circumspect about using him in his own research. There were a number of weaves he wanted to try with another Force user, but one that could not be a threat to him.
In any case, the options were either to eliminate all Force users who popped up- something that history had born out was always doomed to failure. Selective pressure would build to uncontrollable levels and finally explode- or too harness them. Ascendancy had chosen the latter course. His and Vellas' positions were proof of that. As was this Facility.
No, he had no questions at all. He looked at Vellas and merely shook his head, eager to see more of what happened here.
It was not homey at all. And yet there was something in the way Ascendancy strode and spoke- something detectable in his voice- that spoke of contentment. This was his domain, more so than any above. The vast weight of the ceiling and however many hundreds or thousands of feet of concrete, earth and reinforced steel- and it had to be in the thousands, he thought, as Ascendancy spoke of this place's ability to survive a thermonuclear exchange at the height of the cold war- that vast weight could almost be felt. The air felt slightly...compressed, he decided.
Ascendancy brought up a map of the structure and began to describe its various levels, though somewhat obliquely. It didn't matter. In the distance, he could sense the burst of menace that indicated a man had used the Force. From the indicators on the screen, it looked as if others were responding.
Vellas wore his expression like a mask, though he responded to Ascendancy's words with the desire to see these weapons. He had an 'interest' in them. The logical conclusion clicked into place. Human weapons trained in the power. Commander Vellas. Jeddah. He smiled to himself, understanding the man's 'interest'.
He looked at Ascendancy. It was a difficult position to be in. People who wielded the powers they did could cause destruction on a scale never before seen. They were popping up everywhere and without any particular pattern. Pyotr, a lowly waiter, was a good example of that. Which reminded him. He needed to contact him again. Now that Ascendancy knew, he could be less circumspect about using him in his own research. There were a number of weaves he wanted to try with another Force user, but one that could not be a threat to him.
In any case, the options were either to eliminate all Force users who popped up- something that history had born out was always doomed to failure. Selective pressure would build to uncontrollable levels and finally explode- or too harness them. Ascendancy had chosen the latter course. His and Vellas' positions were proof of that. As was this Facility.
No, he had no questions at all. He looked at Vellas and merely shook his head, eager to see more of what happened here.