"Worry not, friend. You still owe your life to me, in turn you will pay your debts by teaching me your secrets." He spoke, looking down at the defeated Zabrak, his own damaged figure struggling to stand. The Sith's head felt very light, almost as if he were to fall over. "We shall leave this place first.." Ballen spoke, turning to look further down the tunnels. It would be a long journey. Spinning on his heel, he would walk around the battle-field, eventually collecting up all of the weapons that had been used. His short sword, a pike, and two small Zabrakian daggers. Keeping them on his person, Ballen-Ist would move to [member="Maleus"], crouching down before extending his arms to him. Using what little strength he had, the Sith would heave Maleus' heavy body off of the ground, hoisting him over his shoulder as he began to walk slowly. Eventually the duo would arrive at a nearby transport, the crowd at the docking station becoming rather silent at the sight of them.
Looking around with an angered expression, Ballen-Ist would eventually spot some New Order officials, informing them of the situation. It wouldn't take long before the two were treated with medical care, Maleus receiving several pain killers, and also a rebreaking of his arm to help set it back in place. Ballen-Ist's wounds would further inspected, being dis-infected and patched up to a higher degree than he ever could have managed. The two were in moderate condition now, though still battle-damaged. "That will make you think twice before challenging a Sith.." He would mutter, casting a glance to the Zabrak as they relaxed at the medical center. "We'll be boarding the transport soon. Who taught you?"