Sith
Planet: Nar Shaddaa
Location: Surface level, descending
Time was such a slippery thing, and Ballen-Ist feared he had lost his grip on it. High atop a Techno Union owned skyscraper, the young man attempted to gaze towards the horizon, which was blotted out by the various tall buildings that littered the planets surface. How long had he been on this planet, he wondered. The roaring engine of his Fury-class interceptor would interrupt the Sith's train of thought, causing him to glance towards the old ship that began it's ascent towards the surface.It was no longer needed, for Ballen-Ist intended to spend as much time on Nar Shaddaa as he needed to achieve his intended goal. The years gone by had shaped the Pureblood into a powerful user of the dark side, his time spent meditating and hunting the Jedi that plagued the planet. Not that it wasn't already doomed to die, but the Jedi were another story. Especially the one he was after, due their ties with Maleus, and inadvertently Ferus as well. He was obsessed with hunting them, especially after...
The Sith's gloved hand rose to trace along the front of the metallic helmet he wore, tracing along where a narrow gash had once been open in the material. A scar stretching along his face had been inflicted upon the Pureblood, thanks to the efforts of three Jedi he had lured into a trap. He had been able to defeat them for the most part, but they had caught him off guard. He had failed. Ballen-Ist's blood boiled as he recalled the sensation of the burning plasma, his screams as his flesh was melted.
With the aid of modern medicine, the Knight's wound had managed to be healed to a degree, though the scar was still quite visible. Turning from the landing pad, the Sith would make his way along the catwalk, before he entered a turbolift that would shoot him straight down into the lower levels of Nar Shaddaa. He had sensed a disturbance in the force, and was compelled to venture into the depths of the city planet, his black cloak clutched around his body as he stepped out into the grimy streets. He hated this place.
[member="Darth Elecebra"]