Opening his eyes, the young, teenage Sith pure blood would examine his surroundings, finding himself in the cargo bay of [member="Maleus"]' small transport he piloted. The continous roar of the large ship's engine had begun to die, growing more quiet as time passed. It was sudden change had awoken him, his ears being to sensitive to let such a thing go. If they had landed, that meaned they were at a place of importance, hopefully. Leaping to his feet, the red skinned boy would extend his arm, grabbing for the dark cloak he had left atop some crates he had been lying on. Throwing it over his figure, he would conceal his body, the Sith Academy uniform becoming hidden from prying eyes. Lifting his arms, the boy would grasp around his hood with his red skinned hands, pulling forward to drag it's material over his head. This last step would conceal his face completely now, seeing as a black cloth already wrapping around his neck, covering it and the lower half of his face like a scarf. Exitting the cargo bay, Ballen-Ist would begin his walk, heading down the hall way until he ran into the Zabrak himself. Reaching down to his belt, the Sith would grab at the half-lightsaber he had obtained earlier, by splitting it's whole version. Tossing it to him under-handedly, he would turn and exit the ship, not caring for any comments of anger that he might've had. He did not care, and was not afraid of him.
Remaining silent as Maleus' side, the boy could only protest his thoughts within his mind, seeing as he did not wish to converse with anyone at the moment.
