Ballen-Ist remained silent as the duo rode the elevator, listening to the lengthy tale of her past. He did ask for it. Being the snobby and obnoxious youth he was, the pureblood would do his best to not roll his eyes, as he listened to what he assumed to be a sob story. Most people would offer compassion or pity after hearing such, however that was not how the young Knight's mind worked. He appreciated the past, even though he liked to look more to the future. Ballen-Ist's expression would remain unwavering, having heard many tales of slavery in his time. One thing did intrigue him however. The stripes aren't natural, huh, the teen would think to himself, having figured that they were present upon birth. A stupid assumption, though the Knight was not smart enough to realize such.
One thing did impress Ballen-Ist, that being the fact [member="Luminara Rikanati"] had been able to use the force while being so inexperienced and untrained. The young Knight had only begun developing his prowess in the dark side in the several months he studied under Darth Ferus. The boy seemed more intent on listening, as the Sith Master was mentioned, for at first he assumed it was Ferus himself. Though, as her recollection of the past continued, he knew that was not the case, for such...Things seemed unfitting of the Zabrak Sith Lord. "Well, that escalated...Slowly, actually. I expected no less from a Sith. Well done," He would compliment, referring to the slaying of her weak master. Ballen-Ist would have attempted the very same on his own master, if someone hadn't beaten him to the punch. "I know you didn't ask, but I'll recap my life anyway," he began, smiling weakly as the elevator door opened. Reaching forward, the young pureblood aimed to help the Twi'lek move, into now what seemed more like a personal room. It was large, and divided into four sections. There was a kitchen, which possessed many cooking tools and food items, required to make gourmet meals. Many bookcases lined another wall, which appeared to be some sort of living room, where one would sit down and enjoy their meal, while watching the holonet. A velvety carpet splayed across the room's floor, providing some comfort as the two made their way towards a couch, where Luminara would be set down. The other two rooms had closed doors, which prevented anyone from seeing their contents.
"I was raised upon Korriban, to most people's surprise. I lived within a secret village, that lived by the Sith's ancient culture. There was much fighting within our barbaric society, which caused the population to dwindle. I left after noticing such, figuring that there was so much more in the galaxy. I traveled to Taris, where I met another one of Ferus' acolytes, a Zabrak named Maleus. Even after defeating him on several accounts, Ferus still favored him," would hesitate after recalling his earliest memories off of Korriban. He still was unsure to this day what Krest saw in the weak Zabrak. Perhaps himself. "It's strange, even though Maleus became Ferus' "chosen one," I ended up learning more, and becoming the strongest. There are many adventures here and there, though they are hardly worth mentioning. Unfortunately for me, you simply have a far more interesting life," the youth would pause, sighing slightly. A single thought popped into the boy's head, one that he figured might've been cool. "Ferus made me walk through fire, even without the ability of pyrokinesis." He stated, as if he were bragging. Though, the look on his face made it easy to tell he was thinking far more than he put on.
