Releasing the Darkness (Ballen-Ist)

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan had a difficult time with the opening of his new abilities and didn't know where to go. He was off in space, looking for someone to teach or help him learn his powers and find out that what he was capable of.

Adrift in space, Nolan let his mind wander and the Rage came back into the surface thoughts, flooding his memories and feelings. The deep green eyes began to turn yellow and the dark red energy became visible around him. His breathing opened up and he lost al contact with reality. Lost in space and in his mind.


[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The loud screech of Ballen-Ist's Lamba class Imperial shuttle would be voided by the dark vacuum of space, sucking up any noise that may have been heard by others. The small grey transport would fly at a high speed through the dark reaches, having been on a course towards Korriban for about an hour now. While the storm troopers relaxed in the main room, the young Sith Knight continued his meditation within the cargo-bay, sitting atop a few crates which carried ammo and other military supplies. The total amount of passengers within the shuttle equaled about five, the other half having been killed by powerful turbo lasers shot by an unknown smuggler. Anger emanated through the air around the boy as he remained silent, quietly attempting to calm his feelings even though they were something to be embraced. The encounter with the Jedi Knight had not been a defeat exactly, however the end result still bugged Ballen-Ist.

Jerking his head upwards, the boy would sense another source of hatred, though this one's origin was unknown to him. Whoever was experiencing such feelings surely had no control, for they were ablaze amongst the force, basically lighting up like a flare to emphasize their location within Ballen's mind. Quickly leaping to his feet, the cloaked figure would make his way through the shuttle, lifting an arm to wave open the several doors that were in his way. Heading into the cockpit, the pilot would turn to see him, giving the boy a quick salute before redirecting his attention to the spacecraft ahead. "Prepare a boarding party, get close." He spoke, watching as the shuttle approached @Nolan Detta's ship. Rotating on his heel, the boy would make his way back into the main room, looking at the storm troopers who had equipped themselves with space masks and jetpacks, ready to exit into the dark vacuum. "Send a transmission, tell whoever is onboard to open up." He spoke, just before the door to the cockpit shut. The pilot would do so, sending Nolan such a transmission.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Deep in the recesses of his mind, Nolan was lost in the fire inside himself. Until... Unidentified craft, prepare to be boarded.

Nolan felt himself come down. He opened his eyes and winked the airlock open from his HUD. He rose to his feet. Drew his Charging Rhyno and stodd by the airlock door. He let the hammer stay down and left it sit loosely in his hand. He felt something about his guests. A presence, like the one he felt back on Bastion.

As the airlock opened, lights shot out of the darkness and five Sith troopers came from the other ship, weapons aimed on Nolan.

Who are you to board my ship? his voice metallic from the helmets speakers.

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[Ballen-Ist]

No weapons would be aimed at @Nolan Detta, seeing as it hadn't been ordered by the man who commanded the soldiers. Turning his head to glance at the storm troopers, he would wave his arm, signaling for them to stay put. They would step backwards, becoming at ease as the hooded, dark clothed figure approached the Mandalorian. "Who I am doesn't matter, what I can offer you does however." The boy's youthful voice would speak, his beady yellow gaze glaring forward from beneath the shrouds that covered him. Ballen-Ist's dark cloak would sway from side to side as he walked, examining the warrior that stood infront of him. A grin spread across his face, as he could still sense the malicious feelings that leaked off the man. "Your feelings are strong, useless though, If you cannot control them." He would state, pacing back and forth, keeping his eyes trained on the man.

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan released the hammer on the pistol, intrigued of the offer presented to him. Nolan takes a step forward, holsters his pistol and puts out a gauntleted hand to the red faced young man.

I am Nolan, what could you do for me?

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Good.." Ballen-Ist would mutter, watching as the man lowered his weapon. No hostility was sensed from the man anymore, at least not directed at himself. Ceasing the pace he had began, the short youth would lift his own hand, firmly grasping the Mandalorian's own. "In a traditional sense, the light side of the force does not embrace passionate feelings, for they lead to the dark side," The young Knight would begin, moving to take a seat on the cold, metallic floor. The boy's legs would fold cross-legged, as he sat in his meditative stance. Turning to the Sith Troopers that had accompanied him, he would wave an arm, before speaking, "Leave us."

The airlock's door would open, closing shortly after the soldiers entered. They would depart from @Nolan Detta's ship, returning to their own. "Your anger is more than noticeable, to me it is visible, more than present, more than you and I." He spoke, sitting completely still. "That is the dark side, it's presence is power. However, if it's presence cannot be harnessed, it is simply useless, being wasted on endless thoughts of darkness." The youth would continue, seeming to talk out of experience. "I can offer you ways to harness this power, and use it to your advantage. You will become faster, and stronger. At a price."

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan joined the young man on the deck. Folded his legs as best he could with the armor. He took off his bucket, placed it by his side and revealed the mess of dirty blonde hair and emerald green eyes. His jawline was complimented with a nice scar along his chin.

So how can you help me...Control what?

Nolan didn't understand anything that had happened to him the past few months, he knew what Force sensitives were but he never figured he was one. His awakening at the Dominion of Bastion triggered the event when the Dar'Jetii destroyed his foot. He lost himself in his anger and that seemed to be the trigger.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"I doubt there is anything you can give me in return for this technique. Simply put in a good word for me, will you?" The young boy would say, a brief laugh escaping from his mouth. He had never imagined himself teaching a Mandalorian. Closing his eyes, the boy would begin to concentrate, focusing on his past experiences. His childhood was one of fear and hatred, being raised into a traditional Sith tribe. They were warriors, being forced to fight for survival day in and out. The fear he harbored was directed towards the pain he had been dealt as a child, the beasts of Korriban being rather fierce in battle. Many wounds rushed back into the teenager's head, causing him to tremble with anger. "This technique harnesses the power of fear, anger, and hatred." Ballen-Ist would continue to say, a thick red mist beginning to seep off of his body. The crimson steam-like vapor would rise off of his body, before disappearing once exiting his immediate area. "It is a variant of force rage, called Controlled Rage. My master, the previous Dark Lord's Enforcer created it, you should be honored." The boy would state, his eyes opening to reveal a blank stare. It seemed as if he was not present mentally, though he was.

"Regularly the force rage technique causes the user to experience pain and insanity while having their physical attributes enhanced, that is the price I spoke of." The youth would state, quickly raising to his feet, distancing himself the Mandalorian. "I apologize ahead of time." He would say, approaching one of the large metallic walls that enclosed the duo in Nolan's space ship. Drawing his fist back, Ballen-Ist would begin a savage onslaught against the wall, putting large dents in it as his gloved fists collided with the strong material. Images of everything he hated would flash in and out of his mind as he battled insanity, his mind remaining under control as he expelled the built up strength. Blood tripped from his hands as his chest heaved up and down, his breathing having gotten rather heavy. "Usually, a user of force rage would go into a blind anger and attack anything and everything around him. This technique allows you to concentrate on your opponent, giving you a slight upper hand be-" The boy was about to say before the side effects kicked in.

Dropping to his knees, the youth's mouth would begin to emit a rather high pitched scream, filled with pain. Lifting his arms, he would grasp at his head violently as he fell onto his side, squirming violently as he desperately battled off the insanity that attempted to plague his mind permanently. The pain he experienced would work in unison with the insanity, hoping to weaken his will in order to take over completely. Slowly but surely, Ballen-Ist's mind would clear, a more calm demeanor overcoming his current one. The struggling would cease, his form making it's way back onto it's feet. "Use this technique wisely, it could lead to your demise."
@Nolan Detta

 

[Nolan Detta]

Nolan flexed under his armor as the young Sith damaged the bulkhead wall of his ship, then went into a psychotic episode in order to control himself. Nolan did the same as the young man had done, focused on everything he hated, the sith, the dark jedi who blew off his foot, the galaxy at large that never seemed to get the big picture and he hated anyone who told him he wasn't strong enough to do something, the red mist leaked out from his armor and dissipated as he slung his fist directly down into the deck, smashing a good portion of the panels into scraps.
All at once the thoughts he let fuel his anger, sought to destroy his mind, he began to stagger backwards in pain and scream at the top of his lungs as the pain of it all filled his head. His scream turned into a bellow as he began to use to pain as his anchor to reality, he figured, why should the pain be his downfall if it was exactly what would help him destroy his enemies. He dropped to a knee as the pain worsened one last time. He then rose to his feet, look at the young Sith and began to laugh demonically. It felt good to let the anger out, to let it fuel his fire of hatred that burned for the blood of so many Sith.

Controlled Rage in the hands of a Mandalorian, a Detta no less is a very dangerous thing. I thank you for teaching me this technique. I will do as you ask and ensure your name is kept off the kill list.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Nodding slowly, Ballen-Ist would make his way to the air lock, preparing to exit the cruiser he had stepped foot in. Pausing for a moment, he would turn back to the Mandalorian, eying his armor up and down. "I've seen you before, have I not?" He questioned, his thoughts processing at a rather quick pace. He remembered battling zombies on some sort of massive ship, long ago. The boy had encountered the Mandalorian, and his brother. Though the rest eluded him, for it was a long time ago. "Yes, I believe I have. Perhaps we shall meet again. Farewell." He spoke, allowing the air lock's door to close. From there he would make his way up the boarding ramp, detaching it from the Mandalorian's ship as the Lambda class Imperial shuttle took off through space.
@Nolan Detta