Reunited.

[Darth Ferus]

As [member="Ballen-Ist"] tried to retreat the Zabrak swung his arm around. With red eyes narrowed to slits in hate the elder focused all of his energy upon a single point on the Pureblood. His throat. The very air would shake and a deep rumble could be heard as Krest focused, and if the grip formed the Lord would swing his arm violently downwards to slam his apprentice to the ground.

"Submit, or die."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Little distance was made, as a sudden grip made itself known around the Pureblood's throat. The one thing he did not want to experience; the cold hand that had guided him as a youth. It did it's job in staggering Ballen-Ist, allowing [member="Krest"] to advance and successfully drive the Knight into the black sand beneath them. It was all utterly humiliating, the Sith could not imagine a worse way for him to die. There was still so much for him to do, so many secrets he had not yet discovered.

His sword flung into the air upon as he was hit, stabbing upright into the ground as it landed nearby. Though he was beaten mentally and physically, Ballen-Ist gathered all of his remaining strength to stand, wanting to at least be on his feet for what he saw as an irredeemable act. He had tried just about everything he was able to, and it still was not enough. "I... Submit, master."

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest loomed above the pureblood, eyes red with hate and disappointment. This wasn't the first time [member="Ballen-Ist"] had gone against him, tried to usurp the master to apprentice relationship all Sith had. He was unable to kill the master, and needed a reminder. Normally the Zabrak was above punishing his apprentices, but here? No. His red saber receded into it's hilt and found it's way back onto his hip.

But as he did, the Force swelled once again, this time around the sword his apprentice had dropped. It flew into his grip, and with a single swipe the Zabrak would go to leave that mark across the face of Ballen. It would cut across the bridge of the nose, just under his eyes. "You serve me. Never forget that."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Even though he was unimaginably angry, Ballen-Ist knew there was little he could do. If only he had more time, in order to make preparations. Maybe then, things would have gone differently. Instead he had raced out to face his old master, ultimately only meeting failure once again. Though he had managed to keep up for a brief period, it was just that. Now he was defenseless, unable to retaliate lest he be killed. Once in [member="Krest"]'s hand, the Sith sword would react to his power, glowing brightly as it slashed through the air, leaving a trail of blue light behind as it nicked his face.

The pain was not comparable to his other wounds, but it was the humiliation that reigned above all. Ferus knew that, too. All the Pureblood could see was red, as yet another thin scar was scratched across his face. He had received the first during a battle against three Jedi, one he had narrowly escaped. Now there was almost a horizontal letter y etched in his skin, something that could be removed easily thanks to the wonders of modern science. Ballen-Ist would never allow it though, for they would serve as a reminder every time he saw his reflection. He didn't even know what to do, simply awaiting his master's guidance.

 

[Darth Ferus]

Krest would glare a moment longer at [member="Ballen-Ist"] before releasing his breath in the form of a sigh. Red would fade from his eyes as they returned to the blue, and he would hold the sword out to the Pureblood to take from the hilt. "Go clean yourself up and gather your belongings. We have work to do." Once the sword was passed he would turn his back, the last insult he would give Ballen, and begin to walk. "It's good to see you've at least kept up with your training."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Reaching out, the Sith wrapped a gloved hand around the handle of his blade. The chance to strike would have been tempting, if not for the injuries that riddled the Pureblood's body. Though the dark side still sustained him, the effects were beginning to set in, as he too turned away from @Krest. Ballen-Ist allowed his words to anger him greatly, for he would need the power for the long journey ahead. The other shuttle was currently undergoing repairs, and so the Red Sith would have to travel on foot. After sheathing his weapon the Sith set off on his way, trekking across the lava rivers and the super heated banks of black glass sand. After sometime he would arrive at the large factory, granted immediate access as a pair of medical droids rushed out to greet him.

He was taken to the medbay, his wounds treated with the supplies and technology they had on hand. It was nothing too advanced, but within a few hours the Sith had gathered his belongings, whatever items he carried hidden beneath the dark cloak draped above his padded shoulders. The hangar bay had been opened to give Ferus access, allowing him to land with whatever ship he had brought to the surface. While he was curious as to where they would be headed, the Sith was more interested in the apparent work they had to do. He would have to find someone to aid him in running the company while he was gone, and he had just the person in mind. Trudging down the corridors of his facility, Ballen-Ist would report to wherever Krest had decided to wait.