Sith
The planet of Ord Mantell was a place that the young Knight had never actually visited, due to his shady past with the Mandalorians. Despite their differences, the pure blood actually preferred the armored warriors over most others, for their power and combat prowess was impressive, to say the least. The young Sith man absolutely loved a challenge, and he had always been able to find a decent one when going toe to toe with a Mandalorian. Of course, Ballen-Ist had not arrived on the planet looking for a fight, the exact opposite actually. [member="Nolan Detta"] was one of the few Mandalorians the Sith had met and liked, and thus had imparted a technique to the man. Of course he had known at the time that it would be risky for the Mandalorian, but being the mischievous Sith that he was, Ballen had passed on force rage to the man.
It seemed that it indeed had been a bad idea, as Ballen-Ist watched many individuals get mowed down by the fire of the warrior's blaster. During their brief training, the Knight had hoped to at least guide the man in controlling his rage, though it seemed he was not at that level just yet. Darth Ferus had trained the young pure blood well, for his control over the force was great enough to overpower the immense hatred that had been instilled in him. Remaining still upon a tall building's roof, the Sith would examine the scuffle between the new arrivals, who seemed to be force sensitives as well. Excluding the second Mandalorian. Donning a black, lightly armored jumpsuit, Ballen would leap from the building, his dark, golden trimmed cloak slapping wildly in the wake of his descent. The young Knight had utilized his vast wealth well in his opinion, enjoying the rather regal clothes he had ordered custom made. The bright purple jewel he wore around his neck would glint in the surrounding light as the Sith landed, a telekinetic stream of energy flowing from his feet in order to cushion the impact. Not intimidated or afraid of any of the individuals present, the Knight would approach casually and calmly, a wide smirk upon his face as he looked at Nolan. "Greetings, Nolan. How have you been?" He asked, looking around at the dead bodies. The answer was pretty obvious.
It seemed that it indeed had been a bad idea, as Ballen-Ist watched many individuals get mowed down by the fire of the warrior's blaster. During their brief training, the Knight had hoped to at least guide the man in controlling his rage, though it seemed he was not at that level just yet. Darth Ferus had trained the young pure blood well, for his control over the force was great enough to overpower the immense hatred that had been instilled in him. Remaining still upon a tall building's roof, the Sith would examine the scuffle between the new arrivals, who seemed to be force sensitives as well. Excluding the second Mandalorian. Donning a black, lightly armored jumpsuit, Ballen would leap from the building, his dark, golden trimmed cloak slapping wildly in the wake of his descent. The young Knight had utilized his vast wealth well in his opinion, enjoying the rather regal clothes he had ordered custom made. The bright purple jewel he wore around his neck would glint in the surrounding light as the Sith landed, a telekinetic stream of energy flowing from his feet in order to cushion the impact. Not intimidated or afraid of any of the individuals present, the Knight would approach casually and calmly, a wide smirk upon his face as he looked at Nolan. "Greetings, Nolan. How have you been?" He asked, looking around at the dead bodies. The answer was pretty obvious.
