A few days had passed since his time at the New Order's training facilities. It came as a surprise to the boy, that being how much he had gained after one simple visit to the Sith Academy. Roaming the streets of Coruscant, the black clothed Sith pure blood had been stalking his prey for awhile, lingering behind in the shadows as to remain unnoticed. Using his new grasp on the force, the boy would be able to reach out to the dark side, using it's power to find [member="Maleus"]' location amongst the crowd, and track him. For the moment, Ballen-Ist's identity remained a secret as he walked amongst several others, his figure slipping passed others, sometimes even pushing by. Equipped in his Sith Academy uniform, the boy would be wearing a large black cloak which would cover his entirety, shielding the information he did not want to let go, from going. His red skinne hands had also been covered, black leather gloves wrapping around them tightly. Skimming the streets with his eyes beneath the hood, he would spot the Zabrak, heading into a shady looking bar.
His journey had taken him to the lower levels of Coruscant, where most scum and villainy were created. Do to the poor economy in these areas, it seemed that most locals had no choice but to turn to illegal ways of gaining credits. Beneath his cloak, the Sith's new tool would remain hidden, sheathed in it's new holster. Entering the bar, he would spot Maleus at a table, with two others. He would simple chuckle to himself quietly, not sure whether or not the Zabrak would recognize him. If he were to recognize him, he would recall the warrior he fought alongside with in the zombie infected ship.