Dark Geometry

[Sebastian Thel]

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The city prepared for the stage of night, a late afternoon bordering on darkness. Amidst the shadows, a blanket of energy hovered above the ground and tugged at the unease of all those who felt the Force. Sebastian was not among them. His skills as somebody not sensitive to the Force were called upon at the university. Walking along cobblestone, the hems of Sebastian's coat brushed his legs as he carried a briefcase.

Turning corners and following parked speeder cars of Imperial design, Sebastian walked up the path leading him to the gates of Dantooine's Institution of Science. He unhooked the large iron gates and walked through, nodding his head to intellectuals who recognized him.

"Welcome home, Sebastian!" A voice called from the entrance. He saw his mathematics professor greet him with open arms and suddenly felt glad to be free of the company of soldiers. Raising a hand in a slight wave, Sebastian returned the smile as he walked inside.

"You have a guest." The man informed him as they walked through the doors. He wore a three-piece suit with a standing collar and appeared more sharp than his younger colleague.

Since the disturbance in the atmosphere of the planet, intellectuals and researchers had been working alongside Force-users to try and decipher the geometrical entity and Sebastian had been immediately called to Dantooine when the situation worsened. The professor lead him to a waiting office where a servant set down coffee, where he left him to wait and exited with the woman.

From the window, Sebastian could see scores of violet lighting splitting the sky. Clouds rolled with booms as glass clattered. He heard the door shut behind him and removed his coat, setting the briefcase below his desk. Paperwork detailing the operation at hand lay strewn across the surface. He picked up the first sheet and read the name of his guest, just as the door opened.

"Hello Miss Daniels." Sebastian said to the Sith Acolyte, a coy smile denting his cheeks. "Would you like something to drink?" Waving a hand to the chair in front of his desk, he invited Imogen to sit down while sipping his cup of coffee.

A pause followed as Sebastian selected the folder beneath Imogen's profile. Sliding paper from the opening, graphs and all manner of data spilled onto his desk. Graphs documenting the activity of the disturbance on Dantooine and geometric charts estimating any kind of form the entity might take. Slipping on his glasses, Sebastian clicked his pen and immediately began to take notes.

"I do believe you are in need of my help." Sebastian said as he opened a clean notebook. "Tell me, how has this entity affected you as a Force-user?" Before Imogen and himself went looking for the source of the disturbance, there was information to organize and calculations to be made.

[member="Imogen Daniels"]

 

[Imogen Daniels]

It hadn’t been long since Imogen’s incident.

Fresh in the minds of both her and [member="Jacob Crawford"], the first few weeks she had been back home had been a huge adjustment period. The droid that had originally been assigned to steer her ship, but had become more than that. He was her eyes, and also her companion when out on her own.

Though her need for home had been stronger than ever, so had her tastes for adventure. Before she had returned to the Asylum, she had found herself unbalanced - hands reaching out for the grasp she had on the part of the Force she had been learning to use for her eyesight. Though it had been greatly effected. It had stuck in her mind until it was always creeping in, thwarting any and all hopes the effect would pass - Imogen had to know, needed to know the cause.

She found herself at Dantooine’s Institution of Science. After much research, her and Jacob deemed a man by the name of Sebastian Thel; a man of many talents, and brilliant with calculations - scientific or otherwise, the man she should speak to.

Imogen was on edge as she awaited Sebastian. Not because she viewed him as a threat, or anyone else at the Institution for that matter, but rather the energy field fethed with her mind, making it hard for her to focus. Composing herself as much as she could, Imogen rolled her shoulders back, straightening her posture as she was lead to his office, thanking the man who had escorted her there.

Blank eyes, milky and white scanned the office before her. Reaching out with the Force she was barely able to make out the man sitting behind a desk, papers in his hand and an awaiting chair before him. Footsteps careful, she made her way to the chair and took a seat. A smile graced her marred face, black ashy scars stark in contrast to her pale skin.

“Thank you for taking the time to see me, Mr. Thel.” A pause followed, before she continued, “Water would be wonderful.”

Imogen watched fascinated as Sebastian reached for a folder - the Force creating blurry images, something that frustrated her to no end.

A sigh left her lips, followed by a small chuckle at his question, she knew it would be unwise to be so open, admitting her one weakness caused by the strange energy that could be used against her, but she really needed his help.

“I can’t see.” Even without her eyesight, she knew Sebastian had to have had a perplexed look on his face. Of course you can’t see Imogen, your blind.

“I mean that..whatever is causing this is messing with my ability to use the Force to create shapes, allowing me to “see” masses around me, lifeforms.”

[member="Sebastian Thel"]​

 

[Sebastian Thel]

Folding his hands neatly on the desk, Sebastian looked into Imogen's blank irises and realized that that she was in fact, blind. The sight of her white eyes unnerved him slightly and he felt impolite for staring, focusing instead on the glass of water for which she had asked. He rose to his feet and walked around Imogen, then briefly left the office to turn into an adjoining kitchen, where he fetched a glass and filled it with water from a tap.

Sebastian swiftly returned around the door frame and handed the glass to Imogen, guiding her hand so that she did not spill anything. He assumed that she may be accustomed to navigating while being unable to see and only assisted her out of courtesy. Returning to his desk, he sat down and folded his hands, stopping to move a pencil back to where it belonged.

"Please, sit down." In a soft and reassuring voice, Sebastian gestured to the chair which had been placed out for Imogen. She explained that she could not see and that the disturbance in Force affected the shapes which she sensed. As she spoke, he looked back to the folder, from which he brought more charts onto the table and opened his notebook with his pen at the ready.

"You don't need to be scared, I'm here to help." He said with in a further calming tone. While his days of struggling with anxiety were behind him, Sebastian could now tell when another person was distressed and Imogen's stiff posture radiated with unease. "I just need to ask you some questions." He said as he prepared to write.

"By life forms, do you mean the essences of other living things?" Pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose, Sebastian selected a clean sheet of graph paper. Considering the fractal measures taken in the charts, he began to trace a line with his set square. "Or do you mean another presence entirely, something invasive or metaphysical?" He asked as he began to take new estimations in his notebook. Either the anomaly was causing Imogen to witness the essences or the living, or images from another space, Sebastian thought.

"These masses, are they always alive or are they sometimes inanimate?" Sebastian asked as he expanded on the lines, piecing together the geometrical structure of exactly what they were looking for, an anomaly refined as a series of tangible shapes.

"My estimation tells me that you are either witnessing the presences of those who are alive, or those who have been lost to the netherworld." Sebastian revealed as he continued to make calculations, now applying figures to each point of the shape. "Whether these visions are only of organisms or inanimate masses remains to be determined." With a ruler, he traced a rectangular frame. An elongated shape gradually formed beneath his pen, leading to a pyramidal end at the point.

[member="Imogen Daniels"]