Blue and Red makes Purple, Right? (Ballen-Ist)

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

Okay, either he knew something about me, or he was trying to figure it out by getting me to answer menial questions. Either way, I wasn't going to indulge him any further. I cocked a brow at his little remark, appearing to think of him as strange.

"Ooookay? Why so eager to get romanced all of a sudden? Don't you have, like, a girlfriend or a lover or someone else to ask about that?"

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The sly smirk on Ballen-Ist's face would grow a bit wider, his eyes now shifting back to stare towards the way they were headed. Through the force, he had been able to confirm that she was truly hiding something, satisfying the young Knight's ego even further. Even though it truly was a menial task, Ballen-Ist really didn't have anything else to do. The Sith's own brow would furrow, as he once more turned slightly to look in [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"]' direction, still walking beside her. "What makes you think that?" He would question, a condescending tone in his voice as he spoke.

"Although you are beautiful, that isn't why I am following you," he continued, his wrist flicking briefly in order to force the spaceport entrance's door open as the duo walked in. "Anyway, I said I was kidding."

 

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

It was my turn to smirk. I knew that tone of voice when anyone took it. He was getting defensive. Which meant that there was someone. Nevertheless, I didn't press the subject. I wasn't as nosy as some people. At least, not when I didn't want to be.

"Oh really? Well in that case, you must be following me because you think I have some grand secret that you're just waiting to dig out of me..."

I walked in ahead of the Pureblood, knowing full well that I'd hit the nail head-on. He was probably leagues ahead of me in terms of Force Training and combat skills, but I still knew people better than most. I wasn't an idiot when it came to stuff like that.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The Sith would laugh quietly to himself, walking alongside the "Zeltron", before stopping in front of a hangar door. "Not exactly. I have met your kind before, only once though. I could have ripped what I wanted directly from your mind as I did to him, but I tend to be more civilized nowadays," he began, still having a difficulty in figuring out what made up this hybrid completely. With his sensing abilities, he could tell there was a different, unnatural vibe to her energy, though he wasn't exactly sure as to what that meant. Still, having met a Shi'do once, Ballen-Ist was confident in his guess, after observing her behavior at least.

"Not that it really matters, for I have a feeling that you will cooperate soundly, yes?" He questioned, stepping into the hangar, looking at the small ship in disapproval. Turning to look back at [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"], the Knight would continue to speak, "What about you? Where is your "partner" in crime?" He asked, already knowing the answer.

 

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

My kind, huh? So he'd met a Shi'ido before. Big whoop. I wasn't a Shi'ido, at least not fully. I turned to look at him, putting my hands on my hips. "Cooperate soundly". Such a thinly-veiled attempt to threaten me, even if it was only a little.

"I don't have a 'partner' in crime, because I don't need one. I have a few one-night-stands, but that's the extent of it. Another person would just get in my way. And for your information, I don't have to cooperate with you at all."

Again, probably not smart to tick this guy off. But also, again, I wasn't in the mood to care.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would come to a sudden halt, ceasing his approach on the ship as [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"] turned to look at him. Watching her hands place themselves upon her hips, the Sith would only smirk wider, sensing the defiance that was about to be spilled from her mouth. Such a pretty mouth, it would be a shame if it were ripped off. Rethinking his own thought, the Knight would simply remain silent as he let the Shi'ido speak, his neck craning to look at the unconscious Reif, who still floated nearby. With a flick of his wrist, he could easily destroy this girl's paycheck, what was she thinking? Was her own life really that meaningless?

"How much is he worth?" The Sith would question.

 

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

I glanced at the still floating Reif. He wasn't very expensive. Maybe 600 credits in all. But hey, credits were credits, right? Had to make them somehow. I shrugged.

"Oooo, gonna threaten my cargo, eh? How scary. Really gives me the chills..."

My voice dripped with sarcasm. Even if he did kill Reif, it wasn't like I was going to be in a major financial crisis. I still had plenty of money and more than enough jobs to take. Nothing to lose.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would slowly nod in understanding, not appearing to be angered or insulted by her words as she spoke them. Even so, with a single flick of his wrist, Reif's neck would snap loudly, bone protruding from his neck as it pierced his skin. Allowing his telekinetic energy to dissipate into thin air, the body of Reif would slam onto the ground, it's life gone along with the chance of finding out who put him up to the spice dealing. With another slight movement, the young Sith would have the bloody body slide along the ground, pushing it to one of the far walls of the hangar and out of his way.

"You could have been so much more, you know," Ballen-Ist would speak, as pure killing intent once more began to leak from his being, his eyes flaring a bright yellow as they turned their sight onto the Shi'ido. Of course, the Knight did not truly intend to kill Yuuthayn, though he was unsure if she would be able to perceive this. Once again releasing more of his force energy, the Pureblood would attempt to have a blanket of telekinesis wrap around her body, in hopes of restricting her movement completely. The bind would not be painful, nor gentle, just firm enough to show who was in charge. He really did not like resorting to these tactics, but if he did not get what he wanted, then he would.

"Make your last moments worth something, and tell me. Where. Is. Krest."

 

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

I looked down at my body as I was suddenly snapped to attention. Hm. Okay, yeah. This could get very bad. Very bad, indeed. I looked back up at him, my eyes flashing their natural red for a moment.

"And what makes you think I have any idea where he is? We aren't exactly close, you know..."

In truth, I had only ever seen him at the temple of the Grey. Where he went and what he did otherwise was a complete mystery to me. But something told me that wasn't the full reason why the Pureblood was acting like this. If he really wanted to get it out of me, he would've done so already. No. There was something else....
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist would scowl angrily, his teeth baring as he listened to [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"]' reply. He was filled with anger, frustrated by the fact that he was unable to track down either of his targets. Crushing this female would be extremely easy, instantaneous almost. But where would that get him? Just as Reif's death was, it would be a useless effort, one not worth the Knight's time in the slightest. It was embarrassing actually, his eyes closing as his mind calmed, realizing that he was way out of control. Retracting his telekinetic grip, Ballen-Ist would allow the Shi'ido's body to relax, as he took a few steps back to give her her space.

He had let his logical thinking become overridden by anger, something that was honestly not too surprising to the youth. Still, it was something that he regretted, for this female obviously had no information on Krest. "I apologize," he began, his visage recovering from it's enraged state, reverting back to it's previous look of apathy. Still, his words sounded sincere enough, as he turned to glance briefly once more in Reif's direction. "Really, tell me what he was worth. I will make it up to you." He concluded, figuring that it would be better to be on Yuuthayn's good side. After all, the viewing he had gotten of her true eyes had been proof enough of her species, one that could be rather useful to him.

 

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

I let out a small sigh when his grip relaxed. That was too close. How funny that he would apologize after coming just shy of crushing me to death. But I could hear the feeling behind what he said, so I knew he meant it. He wasn't half-bad. You know, when you weren't on the receiving end of his temper tantrums. I walked over to Reif's corpse and began to sift through his jacket pockets, extracting his wallet and holo-phone.

"600 credits alive, 200 dead. All that really mattered was that name, and thanks to you, I got it."

I took out every item that covered his personal information before turning back to face the Pureblood. I smirked a bit, crossing my arms.

"Nice grip, by the way. But if you really wanted me to squeal, you should've gone for the neck."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist figured that he could just add the two numbers up, and give [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"] the sum of such addition. Then again, one thousand credits wasn't really a lot. Lifting a hand slowly, the Pureblood would cup his chin as he thought briefly, doing a bit of multiplication in his head before delving into his cloak. Flicking a few credit chits through the air, the young Knight would smirk smugly, as he listened to the Chiss'Do's words. "If I want information, I'd rather not listen to it through someone's strained words," he explained, figuring that it was only common sense.

The credits that he had tossed to the female equated to one hundred and twenty thousand, a fraction of the large fortune the Sith had managed to accumulate after sending a planet into a state of war. He really didn't spend his vast wealth much, and found that he had a lot of spare money. "You should drop your other client, and work for me." Ballen-Ist would offer, wondering how she would react.

 

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

I caught the credit chips, whistling slightly. He certainly had the chinks. I twirled a piece of my blue Zeltron hair around my finger, smirking a little.

"What employer? I take jobs when I can get them, no matter who it is. As long as the credits are good and the jobs are entertaining."

I walked up to him, my eyes wandering down and then up to his eyes.

"But working for you sounds like I'd never be bored. Looks like it, too.... I think I'll take you up on that offer. Consider me your newest agent."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The smirk upon Ballen-Ist's face would widen slightly, his neck craning down as he watched [member="Yuuthayn Di'cantos"] examine his physique. He could not help but appreciate her form as well as she approached, his eyes meeting her own as both of their gazes lifted. "I'll try not to disappoint you. I expect as much from you, as well," he began, still smiling mischievously as he continued to elaborate. "All you need to do is collect information one two people, both members of the Grey," he paused, staring at her intently in order to gauge her power in the force with his sensing abilities.

"Krest and Maleus are not to be underestimated, but I can teach you to combat them in case it ever comes to that." Ballen-Ist would inhale a sharp breath, his demeanor now calm and composed. However, his inner thoughts were struggling to deal with the anger flowing through him.

 

[Yuuthayn Di'cantos]

So, he wanted me to be a rat. I guess I could do that. Might nag at my conscience a bit, but hey: Credits were credits. I nodded a little.

"I can do that. The training sounds alright, too..."

All the sudden, Taris wasn't seeming so bad. That was probably because I was in the company of a hot Pureblood who had power I could never hope to achieve.

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