Having been in the lower levels for sometime now, Ballen-Ist would be around at the right moment to watch the spectacle transpire. It was most hilarious, in the young teenager's opinion, his mouth opening to lauch as the grenades sprayed fumes and electrical currents to cover Jedi's getaway. And of course, the deformed Acolyte failed, returning to the command center in his speeder. The failure of Desolis was extremely amusing, howevevr what truly intrigued the boy was the group of Jedi that had decided to come to Coruscant. Of course, everyone knew that the planet was under One Sith control, why in the blazes would they come to this planet of all planets? Continuing his stride, the boy would pass the alleyway, leaving the crowd that had stopped to observe as well.
His walk would break into a sprint as he began to move his legs faster, focusing the slightest amount of force energy around his lower limbs. Their speed would continue to increase, propelling his black cloaked form through the flow of people like a blur. Spotting another alleyway nearby, Ballen-Ist would run towards it, turning into the narrow hall as he arrived. There would be a ladder, which led up to the roof tops where the group consisting of [member="Alexandra Cinthra"], [member="Agent Star"], [member="Cain Laatl"], and [member="Carlo Dellen"] were. Considering the precautions the One Sith government and military had taken to lock down the spaceports and over all planetary security, it was highly unlikely that anyone would be able to arrive or depart from the planet. Pulling his black clothed body over the building's ledge, Ballen-Ist's booted feet would begin to walk towards the group slowly, waiting to see whether or not they would be hostile.
Seeing as the pure blood had attended the One Sith academies long ago, he was considered an official of the faction. In truth, he had not done much for the faction, save teach a few Acolytes something here or there, but that was the extent of his care for the Sith of today. "Greetings, Jedi." He would say, observing the group briefly, comparing them to the wanted notices he had seen earlier. It was them, alright. Though, if he was not mistaken, the white haired lady was a member of that one Grey Order, the one Emperor Daichi was apart of. Glancing down at his wrist, the boy would check the time on his communication device, remembering that he had to meet a man named Hadraas about a spar. If this all turned out well, he would be heading in that general direction either way, so the teenager continued his approach, holding his arms up to show that he did not hold a saber.
"Do you need assistance getting off the planet?" He would offer, remembering the words Ferus had spoken before his disappearance. The boy had been given a glimpse of the real Krest, perhaps in an effort to sway the pure blood's allegiance. It had not worked, but the lesson remained in his mind forever. Feeling compassion, and empathy for others, instead of hate. Traitorous for a Sith to suggest, but was it truly wrong? All of these thoughts and feelings swirled in the boy's mind like a typhoon, though beneath it all, he continued to tell himself he was doing this for one purpose. That, being the Acolyte's failure. Surely if they were caught, his efforts would be praised, appraisal that he did not deserve due to the initial fail.