Sith
Things never changed, did they? Quickly whipping his gaze over his shoulder, the Pureblood felt a cold bead of sweat form upon his brow. Korriban was in Resurgent space, not Ascendancy, but even so Ballen-Ist had known better. [member="Krest"] had eyes and ears in many places, and the Zabrak never faltered when it came to dramatic and fear inspiring entrances. A trait the Pureblood himself tried to mimic, of all things. "Master." he spoke, his eyes wide with surprise, though they soon calmed as he realized how normal this was.
Looking back to the others present, the Sith dare not interrupt, keeping an eye specifically on [member="Adam Walker"]. Ballen-Ist had come to the planet in order to test his limits, and he had done so in a sense. He cared not for [member="Apiculius the Cunning"]'s spells and his Deathguard, having had no desire to ransack the temple in the first place. The damage done was unfortunate, but ultimately over with for the most part. The Pureblood simply regained his composure, burning golden eyes settling over those present.
[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Ronan Xilo"]
Looking back to the others present, the Sith dare not interrupt, keeping an eye specifically on [member="Adam Walker"]. Ballen-Ist had come to the planet in order to test his limits, and he had done so in a sense. He cared not for [member="Apiculius the Cunning"]'s spells and his Deathguard, having had no desire to ransack the temple in the first place. The damage done was unfortunate, but ultimately over with for the most part. The Pureblood simply regained his composure, burning golden eyes settling over those present.
[member="Sky'ito Yumi"] [member="Ronan Xilo"]