Sith
Lifting from his seat, the man would give the blond haired woman a blank stare from beneath his hooded visage, his eyes glowing a strange yellow briefly. "I have placed a tracking device within it...Do not attempt to betray me. If you are loyal, you will be greatly rewarded." He spoke, leaving the bar like that. Satisfied with his two weapons, the young Sith pure blood would lower his hand, clipping his single saber onto the belt, their straps meeting cooperatively. Grabbing the black cloak with his hand, Ballen-Ist would once more cast it over his figure, once more shrouding his presence within the darkness that represented his very being. Just as the two Sith had come, they went, leaving after spending perhaps five minutes at most within the diner-like establishment. Heading out the doors, the two would walk along the metallic platforms, until they arrived at their docking bay. Turning to offer [member="Carden Lorps"] his attention, the boy would speak. "We ride in style." Before turning from them, walking along to lead their march towards the majestic Imperial Shuttle. Along the entrance ramp, the four Stormtroopers had lined up, all standing at attention in order to greet their Sergeant, who was Ballen-Ist. "At ease." He spoke, waving a hand as he entered, motioning for his squad to follow. Within the shuttle, he would be met by the pilot, who would give a quick bow. "My lord, it is an honor to have you back. Where shall we be heading?" The Imperial pilot would ask, his space-british accent sounding strange to the boy. He should've been used to it by now.
"Good question." Ballen-Ist would say, turning to look at [member="Maleus"].
"Good question." Ballen-Ist would say, turning to look at [member="Maleus"].