Heroes Without Glory (Open)

[Nara Basaar]

After a very short wait Nara finally got her drink of water. Of course with her being at the bar her choice of drink and the fact she was drinking it through a straw raised a few eyebrows. "On the heavy stuff i see darling?" one man at the bar jokingly said to her. Nara laughed just laughed at the man's comment, she found it amusing but had no real interest in talking to him. Now that Nara no longer had a Hutt whining at her she had some time to think. This place seemed like your normal run of the mill cantina but it was filled with such a wide array of people, she wondered if it was always like this here.

Nara placed her empty glass down signalling a bartender for a top up on the water. The Twi'lek decided to see what was going on around the bar so she swiveled round on her bar stool and began to inspect. Nara pulled her soft blue lekku from behind her so they were now dangling over her chest as her dark eyes scanned all over the place. At first she noticed [member="Filius Stellarum"] looking at her, she shot him a small smile. Soon Nara's attention was drawn to the commotion happening not far from her. At first she squinted her eyes at [member="Ballen-Ist"], his whole demeanor just radiated trouble. Her attention shifted to[member="Dovan Grey"]. She noticed the cloaked man made contact with him and she wondered what his response would be.

But with so much going on her attention was grabbed once again. This time by[member="Eliza Steele"], her broken jaw comment to be specific.
"Wow" Nara said with a giggle. This woman who she was gazing at clearly was a strong willed woman with no time for any sort of crap people could throw at her. Nara really admired women like this.


[member="Asmus Janes"] [member="Clarisse Silver"] [member="Drana'stair'eno"]

 

[Asmus Janes]

[member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Nara Basaar"]

Such sass! Oh but he'd always had a soft spot for Eliza. Definitely out of his league though. Even though the world was being viewed through a light haze, brought about by a few beers, some things did not escape attention. The giggle from the curvaceous Twi'lek with smooth, ocean blue skin, for instance. At the same time his tunnel vision left him blissfully unaware of other scenes playing out in his periphery. The consternation to his left was only noticed as far as the fact that the man who had been talking to Eliza was distracted.

Asmus put on his very best wounded face, the corner of his lip twitching up in a wry smile as he looked to Nara. He pointed at Eliza and raised his eyebrows in mock disbelief.

"And to a fellow pilot who fought beside you for the Alliance as well!" he exclaimed. Then he inclined his head in a curt nod. "Of course I would never have been so rude about your ship. I was just going to be passing through, but perhaps a drink for a fellow smuggler is warranted for such a rude thread?" he asked with a cheeky look, already pulling up a stool.

 

[Freyia Whitelight-Carrick]

Not that she wasn't into this adventure when she got wind or was it a feeling she got from [member="Dovan Grey"]. Just what he was going to be up to, she had to bag okay so there wasn't any bagging involved she just wanted to get off the planet for a little bit. One couldn't help it she was starved for this type of adventure with all her mother had at her age she was trying to make up for it now.

Being naive that she was being weak and untrained in the force that was one part she wasn't at all. As her mother had trained her well in the arts of the force. Even so she knew that there was powers and others to desired to use the darkside of the force she had to beware in these little adventures. Time would tell just if she followed in her mother foot steps as one of the powerful healers. Even so she couldn't help to know that she was on her own path at this moment in time.

There she was coming out of the ladies room, just what had she all missed while she been in there it look like Dovan could use some back up or was she sadly mistaken that maybe she needed to make herself disappear herself. "There you are Dovan, I got the drink you ask for." in all reality she knew that he hadn't asked for a drink at all, but that part no one around them needed to know. Giving each one a look over knowing how to be in a crowd of unknowns friendly or foe either way they would be keep an eye on.

 

[Z'Zharen]

[member="Nara Basaar"] [member="Clarisse Silver"] [member="Eliza Steele"] [member="Dovan Grey"] [member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Freyia Whitelight"]

Zhar stood across the street from a cantina, he saw a young blue woman had just exited and stood outside the doorway. He stared with slight curiosity when another blue thing rolled into scene a small droid, staying relatively close the woman's heels. No doubt it's master....Hmm "Master".

Zhar thought aloud to himself, only a few hours ago did he escape a life of pain and servitude from his 'Master'. The wicked Muun who purchased him years ago to fight in his personal underground arena. Zhar had escaped with the help of the only person on Nar Shaada who ever showed him true compassion. The old healer woman had sabotaged the circuitry to his shielded cell.

The events played out rapidly in Zhar's mind. When the shields fell he bursted through the halls of the underground compound. Ripped apart thin security droids. Took a leap of faith down to the lower levels and clinged for his life on a shuttle that was elevating its way to the upper city. And when he thought he found peace for the briefest of moments behind the dumpster in a dark alley no less. "How cliche." The young whipid thought, he should have kept moving then. He always had a terrible habit to be complacent, though his intention was to catch his breath he made himself vulnerable by staying in the same place for too long.

Zhar had been ambushed by one of his "Master's" body guard droids. It had weld an electric staff, Zhar was familiar with it since he had used it in the fighting pits for some of his matches. In anger, fatigue and desperation Zhar had seized the staff by one of it's electrical ends. His body felt like it was on fire, but he had gripped the staff and jammed it back into the droid, short circuiting it. He threw the metallic corpse into the dumpster hoping to cover his trail.

Still on the run on the Smuggler's Moon, Zhar was hopeful some good would find a way into his life. Back to the moment at hand, Zhar lumbered to cross the street towards the cantina. He wore a rag like cloak that did little to hide the 6'6 ft Whipid especially with his protruding jaw and tusks. He used the staff he stole from the droid as a walking stick to help prop him self as he walked with a limp now that he realized it.

He gazed down at the blue woman and her blue droid and simply gave them a single nod and a low grunt. He entered the cantina, it was quite populated. A crowd was good for the moment he thought. He could get lost in crowd...if he hunched maybe.

The large Whipid saw a diverse group here, though it was mostly humanoids that gathered at the bar. Some looked like scoundrels, maybe one of them was a ship's captain. When he left his home world of Toola, he had no money then either. But was able to barter for his passage in exchange for work. Perhaps that would work again, he tried to remember the word he once heard that was used for negotiating passage.

Zhar and walked to the bar and leaned his muscular arms on the counter. He was trying to get his breathing under control, but even walking was straining him. He had not recovered from the electrical shock of his alley fight a few hours ago. His fur probably smelled singed, he didn't care. "Water...please." He said in a gravely voice, the bartender gave him a full pitcher.

He saw next to him was a female twi'lek, she wore pure white. That reminded him of the healer who helped him escaped today. This twi'lek also looked kind, but this world was untrustworthy and with a the high chance of a bounty being placed on his head, it would be too risky to trust anyone fully. Yet...he was desperate to find a safe haven and better yet leave this world completely. He gulped the pitcher of water and said to no one in particular at the bar, "Is there anyone here I could....parlay with? Or to the very least find sanctuary...even on this world...if thats possible" He was not sure if that was the correct term to use...it might have been for pirates only, but this group could very well be a pirate crew. Perhaps not the kind looking twi'lek, but the others seemed like they could pass for it.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Well, this was a nice change for some reason. Back in his days as an Acolyte, the entire cantina would have broken out into a massive fight by now. Remembering those days, the Sith could not help but smile beneath his metallic mask, as he looked to [member="Dovan Grey"] who had begun speaking. The man was unmistakenably force sensitive, that was a given. The Pureblood's prowess in the force was great, and he understood more than one would think. Though, in all honesty, there was no guarantee that this man was a Jedi. Even if he was, there was a massive c​hance that he wasn't even with the Republic.

Glancing downwards to examine his attire, the Knight noticed that he didn't even have a weapon on him. Was this just some old man? Then again, as [member="Freyia Whitelight"] stepped into the picture, all thoughts of doubt were erased. These two were definitely Jedi. Though, his attention would be drawn from the two, as [member="Clarisse Silver"]'s voice was heard through the echoes of the force. The Pureblood had some skill in telepathy, and so he was able to receive the message clearly, even respond if he so desired. And he did.

Where do you think you're going, would be heard by the Chiss woman as she seemed to frantically make her way out the of the door. Ballen-Ist saw no reason for her to do this, unless she was guilty of something that he did not know about. Perhaps she knew about the Enclave. Either way, he could always come back and question these two if need be. More eyes seemed to fall upon him, and the Knight could not help but feel embarrassed. Turning on his heel the Sith would whip his cloak around violently, shooting a glare at [member="Nara Basaar"] as she squinted, before striding towards the cantina exit.

 

[Disciple]

[member="Clarisse Silver"]

The shawl covered figure just gave a shrug of it's shoulders, and then settled back into the shadows without a word. There was a faint clicking as though he were powered by a clockwork method of automation, but no protests were offered for her apparent desire to leave. She felt pain, and suffering - perhaps heat. Him? Well, he felt nothing. So he just watched [member="Ballen-Ist"] do whatever it was he was here to do. This should be most amusing.

 

[Filius Stellarum]

Filius sensed something was going on, and when he looked up slightly, he saw [member="Ballen-Ist"] faced with two other people. A quick cybernetic eye scan showed he was a Sith Pureblood, and that certainly was interesting. Filius watched as the man whirled away and towards the exit. Filius also saw [member="Clarisse Silver"], apparently in a big hurry to leave. Filius couldn't blame her. Those three people were Jedi and Sith, or Filius was Kowakian monkey lizard. He instinctively put a reassuring hand on the rifle strapped to his back. He didn't like Force-users. He had assassinated a couple during his time as a Hutt slave. He hoped they didn't have any way of sensing that; Filius loved a good bar brawl, but he needed some time to heal after the last one.

But, the Sith appeared to be leaving, and the Jedi didn't hold a grudge. Filius took another long swig from his tihaar and resumed his personal contemplation, head bowed low so the hood obscured his face. Hopefully, the Sith wouldn't be able to sense the death that radiated from the young assassin.

 

[Clarisse Silver]

She breathed the outside air in and out of her lungs, a refreshing prickle against her throat. Babe beeped at her frantically, but Clarisse ignored him. The continued squeaks and things eventually alerted her to respond, though she did not want to worry her little friend. "Babe, don't worry, everything is going to be fine..." She wished she was as confident in that statement as she seemed. She had become somewhat proficient at acting, whether having to lie to someone about their injuries and how bad they looked, or lying to Babe about something going wrong, at some point she had gotten pretty good at it.

The presence of the Sith drew closer. So he took the bait... Good, as long as everyone else was safe she was happy. Her nerves slowly calmed down, she knew everything would be fine, in fact she may not even have to fight. She squatted down to Babe's level, patting her hand on his head gently, "When we get off this moon, I'm going to take you to the droid spa, okay?" She beeped happily in response, which placed a grin on Clarisse's face. She didn't want to fight, but if she had to in order to protect anyone, she would not hesitate to put him down.

The confidence became real and clear in her mind, she would fight if she must, and if she did, she would put everything into it to win, if not for herself then Babe, the Jedi inside, and any other people that the Sith may slay in the future. She let herself mull over all the things the Sith had done, as to place her conscience at ease. She took one last breath, then turned towards the door, awaiting the arrival of [member="Ballen-Ist"].

 

[Ballen-Ist]

A large grin had spread across the Pureblood's lips, as he strode quickly towards the cantina exit. Thankfully it was concealed by the metallic mask and helmet he wore, which did little to ease the creepy vibe about him. Everyone in the cantina was now returning to their own business, not wanting to be bothered by the prying eyes of the Sith. Anyone who was made a target was usually left alone, left for dead. That was just how it worked on the smuggler's moon, and unfortunately it seemed like the Knight was coming after [member="Clarisse Silver"]. Most people probably assumed that she was a goner, but the Red Sith was not as hasty as others.

Sure, his temper could reach extreme heights, but outside of combat he tended to carry a rather composed and calm demeanor about him, if not slightly arrogant as well. The young man still had much to learn, but by all means he was powerful for his age. Years of training had done him well, though he had to admit he was somewhat rusty. He definitely couldn't will a star to go supernova, like some of the Purebloods of old. Hell, he didn't even know any sorcery yet. What he did know was of importance however, for it had been honed to a fine degree. The dark side ran naturally through Ballen-Ist's veins, allowing him to carry a cold and dark aura wherever he went.

Despite all of this however, he tried not to act like most hotheaded fools. It was sometimes difficult to keep all of that excitement and spite bottled up inside, especially when you couldn't locate an appropriate target to take it out on. It was true that he could let loose and slaughter a bunch of civilians in the streets, but what would that do other than make him look bad? The metallic entrace to the cantina would slide away to the side, allowing the Sith's cloaked figure to step through the doorway with purpose.

His pace sped up as he lurched out into sight, his cape whipping about as an arm lifted from beneath it. Ballen-Ist's palm would aim directly at the female Chiss, his fingers becoming tense as he exerted a thick blanket of force energy. It surged forth and aimed to bind the blue skinned woman where she stood, hoping to impede her escape or distraction, whichever she had planned on. "Don't be afraid," the Sith spoke menacingly, stepping closer as he focused, intent on holding Clarisse in place. "Why did you run?" the Knight questioned further.

 

[Clarisse Silver]

Clarisse did nothing to stop the Sith from binding her, after all, she had already seen it coming, or felt it rather. For some reason a new found confidence had sparked in her, enough to show blatantly. "You Sith are all the same!" She laughed. "I did not run from you, if I did I would be already off this moon. You have come right where I needed you, my mission is to stop the harming of innocents, and that may start with the purification of the Sith scum that stands before me." Truthfully, she had only decided to speak because of her plan, something she had up her sleeve. This Sith thought he had the power, but he was more than wrong.

"I am not alone...I have powerful allies, and it would do you good to put me down." Clarisse's voice was clear, unwavering, and strict. She made no attempt to free herself from the invisible restraints, she merely wished to see how full of rage one Sith could get over simple insults. "Put me down Sith, or I promise you will be executed. I am only a Priestess, not a Jedi as I once was, but as a Healer, purifying your tainted soul may only be possible through death." It pained her immensely to be saying such things. She did not believe in taking a life no matter the cost, even if it was a Sith, such is why she left the Jedi Order. But she had to talk, and she had to talk big.

"I know you mistake me for a Jedi, but you are wrong, as the Sith always are." She managed a forced grin, everything was turning out well. She glanced over slightly to the right of the Sith and nodded. "Babe." The words sounded like mockery to the Sith, but her intentions were different.

A crack of electricity shot out of the small arm of the BB-Series droid who rolled with expert guile up to the Sith. The bolt would aim for the chest of the Sith, attempting to get him to drop Clarisse, and not for any real harm.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Filius Stellarum]

[member="Ballen-Ist"] [member="Clarisse Silver"]
From his vantage point near the back door, Filius heard the crack of electricity come from outside the cantina. Suddenly intrigued, he stood up and walked out the door. What he saw nearly made him turn around. The big, very deadly looking Sith had the Chiss woman in some sort of Force grip, and was being attacked by a tiny little droid. Walking back into the shadow of the doorway, Filius settled down to observe. Maybe this day wouldn't be such a bust afterwards. Either one of these two people looked like they could be a potential client, and though Filius was with the Cartel, that didn't mean he couldn't pick up his own contracts here and there.

Keeping to the shadows, Filius watched to see what would happen next.

 

[Eliza Steele]

So many things were going on it was hard to keep track of, but what seemed like the imminent threat from the cloaked figure (@Ballen-Ist) dissipated as a blond girl ([member="Freyia Whitelight"]) came up and greeted [member="Dovan Grey"] as if she knew him pretty well; well enough that the spirited Corellisi shouldn't take up any more of his time, probably. Shame though, they were just starting to to scratch the surface of things.

The petite smuggler grabbed the opened bottle of whiskey and her glass off the counter, then gracefully slid off the bar stool she had been sitting on. "Well it was nice to meet you, Grey… Clear skies, mate. You're lady friend there can have my seat," Eliza nodded friendly like, then looked over her shoulder at [member="Asmus Janes"], who was seemingly listing to one side in his drunken state. The brunette sighed.

"Come on, Janes… Let's find us a table, then you can tell me what you and your sweet ol' uncle have been up too. I"m sure it's daring and spin tingling."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist was mildly surprised. The Chiss woman [member="Clarisse Silver"] managed to keep her wits, though the words she spoke were not intimidating in the least. Or angering in that matter, for her attempt to goad was just about laughable. As she spoke about having powerful friends, the Red Sith turned around to take a glance over his shoulder mockingly, knowing that no one was crazy enough to interfere. If they did, they would have a Sith on their hands, along with other military and security reinforcements that would most likely arrive.

Then again ,who knew how long that would take, but either way Clarisse was basically a dog with no bite. He made sure to let the gaze over his shoulder linger, making his knowledge of [member="Filius Stellarum"]'s eavesdropping known. Having grown rather bored of the woman's rambling halfway through, Ballen-Ist would casually flick his wrist to the side, aiming to press the woman forcefully against the duracrete wall of the cantina. The bind that had held her still would now act like a wall, violently attempting to shove her before dispersing.

That was when her small droid rolled up, extending a robotic device of some sort that shot a stream of electricity into the Sith. It wasn't exactly harmful, seeing as Ballen-Ist had become somewhat accustomed to the pain of even a Sith Knight's lightning. Albeit through... Questionable means, though nonetheless. It was rather... Comical. Falling to his knees dramatically and placing a gloved hand upon the ground as if to support his weight, the Knight would begin to quietly chuckle, his laughter slowly growing more audible.

 

[Clarisse Silver]

Clarisse felt the pressure that was once held over her body release, and with that breath fully reached her lungs again. "Do not play with me Sith, Babe leave here quickly, go back to the ship, I will meet you there soon, I promise." She smiled to the droid who beeped in protest though while wheeling away at speeds she had never reached before. She turned back to the Sith, her hand finding it's hold on her lightsaber. With her saber drawn she set it ablaze, whirring to life in her reverse-grip. "I did hope there would be no fighting, I did not come to this planet for any conflict, and only fuel." Her stance although completely defensive, was virtually flawless.

"Why do you insist on bloodshed Sith? I only want to leave this planet without any problems." The voice she mustered was sincere, no sign of slighting the Sith should he by some twist of fate let her leave in peace. "You are not my enemy, I am not Jedi." Clarisse wasn't lying either, she only wished to get off this planet. "I understand you believe I pose no threat to you? Then let me leave, we will never encounter each other again." She was not scared whatsoever, which surprised her, but instead was negotiating for her beliefs. That was what the Jedi once believed, something sacred and holy, but have turned their backs on. She was a peace-keeper, not a fighter, like a true Jedi should be.

Her stare at [member="Ballen-Ist"] was unbroken as she waited for a response, physically ready and mentally ready. Clarisse could sense someone nearby, and she only hoped that if the time came she would have help, she knew she could not win this alone. "I know of you, [member="Ballen-Ist"], you are one of the last Sith pure-blood left, what a power to behold." Her training prepared her enough to stay calm in situations like this, and this wasn't the first Sith she faced, but never had she faced a pure-blood. Her brow was tensed as she waited.

[member="Filius Stellarum"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist was now... Slightly perplexed. He was unsure as to how [member="Clarisse Silver"] had come to know of his identity, or his race for that matter. The Red Sith had been involved in a few skirmishes on Nar Shaddaa, but he hadn't thought that his name was out there on that level. He felt flattered, if not a bit cheated. How did this woman know so much? It seemed like he would have to return the favour. Watching the droid roll off into the distant, the Knight would begin to advance on the Chiss, his gaze drawn forward as she ignited the blade of her lightsaber.

The thin crowds that strolled along the streets would stop, shocked by the fact that someone had drawn such a valuable tool in the open. Beneath the metallic mask the Pureblood would suck at his teeth, remaining silent otherwise as he listened to the Chiss speak. She was confident and ready for battle, but the Sith could feel her unease.

She knew it was impossible to win, and the Knight could already tell by examining her stance. He was somewhat a defensive fighter himself, having studied extensively in Soresu as a Sith Acolyte. "You can tell yourself that you are not afraid... But everything you do says otherwise," Ballen-Ist spoke in a calm tone, his body language appearing to be equally as controlled. Just then, the dark aura of the Knight's presence would begin to descend upon Clarisse's mind, delving into some of her deepest thoughts.

The young man was skilled in telepathy, though he hadn't practised it to a great extent. "A failure," he began, pausing to let what he knew sink in. "Yes... You were never welcomed by the Jedi. Guilt... A murderer?" Ballen-Ist's tone piqued up, clearly interested in the darker thoughts he had found within the woman's mind. "We're not so different after all, are we? We all do what we must to survive."

 

[Clarisse Silver]

Clarisse felt violated, and as such she reacted appropriately. "You know nothing of me Sith! You know nothing of my strength and my will! You know of my sin, but do you know of why i left the Order? Because I was too powerful for them!" It was true she wasn't afraid, but she was lacking confidence. At the same time when she spoke those words she wasn't entirely lying either. She had left the Jedi Order because of her superiority, but if she was honest she'd know she couldn't knock someone an inch from where they stood with the force.

She knew her light, she knew her strength, and the darkness of one was not welcome in the halls of her mind. As it played on, the darkness being forced upon her extinguished, the light inside regaining it's control over her body. "I see you now Sith, I know your identity, but I shall not claim to know your pain, as one will never truly understand another's as you claim to." She pushed back against the dark will of the Sith Knight, backing it out of her. "You will not have me Sith, not today, and not ever."

With all she wished to say out of her system, she began to channel her energy. Something that may have come as a shock to the Sith she was prepared to face. She sat down on the ground cross-legged, and folded her hands together as if in prayer, mumbling something unobtainable to the listener under her breath. Her hands beginning to show a dim glow of energy as she continued.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The sound of [member="Clarisse Silver"]'s voice was painful at this point, for she was like a broken record. He could feel her mind struggle to force his presence out, but he would not give up so easily. Having been approaching the entire time, Ballen-Ist would look down at the Chiss as she sat, unwavering and still obviously not intimidated by whatever she thought she was doing. It seemed to be some sort of healing technique, or perhaps Force Light? Even if it was the latter, the Chiss was not nearly powerful or versed enough in the light to use it effectively against him.

She was in the palm of his hand, and he could crush her like a tin can at any moment he pleased. Ballen-Ist was not one to do so, and that was why she was wrong. Just another delusional Acolyte of the Light, having been fed lies about the dark side and eating them up happily. There was so much more to the force than just black and white, a basic concept that most failed to understand. "I never claimed to know your pain, did I?" The Sith remarked, implying that every word she spoke was contrary to the way she acted.

It was entertaining, watching the failure of a Jedi attempt to find a reasonable solution to the situation. At first she had drawn her blade, but was now sitting on the ground. "If I intended on striking anyone down, I'd have done so in the cantina," Ballen-Ist would say, still looking down at the woman, his golden eyes glowing beneath his helmet's visor. "So powerful, yet purposeless? You hold yourself to high esteem, yet you've fallen to using your gifts for cheap drinks." The Sith spoke, his tone one of plain disgust at this point. "You are pitiful, and also oblivious as to the Enclave's whereabouts. What a waste of time."

 

[Clarisse Silver]

"Your voice nauseates me." Was all she responded with, coming to a state of disappointment at all of the empty words falling out of the Sith's mouth. He thought, no he more than just thought, he thought he knew her strength, her soul. Yet she could feel him annoyed and disgusted, like a little child not getting his way. She stayed seated, mumbling her rhythmic prayers under her breath, keeping her eyes closed and concentrating. The glow released from her palms grew in brightness though not overwhelmingly so. "You think you see right through me don't you Sith? But such is the complex of your kind, and also the reason of your downfall."

Her prayers only continued as she waited for the Sith to strike her down, petty and weak-minded was he. She cleared her mind of his presence, as it was something now easily managed, or rather discarded. Her focus made the glow return in kind, showing the destruction of the darkness that had once threatened to cloud her judgment, her mind. "You are weak SIth, the light always breaks the darkness, no matter how you tell it." The thoughts that passed through her mind were clean, clear, and light. She thought of growing up with the Order, the good times she had rather than the bad, and even now as a traveling Cleric and a Priestess.

"You do not know my light [member="Ballen-Ist"]." His thoughts were that she was a toy, but he was in for a rude awakening. She may have known that she could not win, but she would not lose either. The energy channeled through her body, but not just her own, she drew the power from the ground underneath her as well. Her glow only expanded. "You are right, I cannot destroy you, but I can set you free."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"It's only nauseating because you know I'm right," the Sith spoke, shaking his head down at [member="Clarisse Silver"]. The girl was hopelessly delusional, most likely brain washed by whatever Jedi cult she had decided to join. It's like she wasn't even listening to his words, which only proved how stupid she was. It was laughable, as it all had been from the very start. To think that she thought she was getting under his skin, while in reality he could feel her own anger beginning to boil over. He was only disgusted because she had no pride in her gifts, and misused them as a nameless thug on the street would.

"You really are a failure." The Knight commented, waiting for whatever it was she had planned. He only said what he genuinely believed true. She spoke of this light that she possessed, but Ballen-Ist was not concerned. It was sad that she couldn't see the truth behind the whole situation, that he had only intended to peacefully converse and extract answers if need be. No, she was far too busy scrambling for ways to destroy or fend him off. It was like watching a chicken with it's head cut off. With patience, the Sith awaited her grand plan, still mildly amused by the whole situation. He wondered if anyone in the area even knew of the old Enclave.

 

[Clarisse Silver]

"In the end I am only sad for you..." And she truly was. Here was a man, so consumed with darkness, and at the same time born to be. She knew that as a Sith Pure-Blood he was practically programmed to be this way. And as the encounter came to a close she found herself feeling only sorry for this man. "I know you did not ask to be this way. And for that I am truly sorry for you." The thought of it brought tears to her eyes.

"I did not realize you were so... Consumed. I am not the one who will strike, you have mistaken my intentions." She could feel his thoughts almost, she knew he thought she felt anger, but he was only clouded with his own, and this only made her feel more pity on his behalf. "I am so so sorry Ballen-Ist, that you have to feel the way that you do so permanently, and this is in your blood." She did shed tears, as any Jedi would.

"I am not brainwashed, I understand your struggle." She stayed sitting, with her eyes closed as she spoke. He was so insistent on her anger that he only invented her emotions. He yearned so strongly for destruction that he misplaced his own goals for hers. Even after trying to extinguish her own light with his darkness he still insisted so strongly that it was her who was delusional.

She only muttered some final words before she stood, "I'm sorry you were born this way."

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

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