Through The Sands Of Time Our Fates Are Defined.

[Triton Kozak]

Ballen obviously had a plan, he ripped the lightsabre out of Triton's hand, replacing it with a much heavier sheathed sword. Triton stood there confused, but only for a moment, because a moment later he was kicked off the loading ramp and out into the mud. Pieces of dirt would find its way into the teen's eyes and mouth. He coughed it out as he looked up to the Pureblood.

He only commented about how it was a possibility that the teen would die. Triton watched as Ballen-Ist made his way to the panel that controlled the ramp. His eyes went wide as realisation struck him. The Pureblood would comment about the planet before challenging the teen to prove him wrong. Triton watched as Ballen closed the ramp, "B I know you don't mean it." He would comment as the ramp sealed. soon after the ship would begin to take off.

"Fething Pureblood, he wasn't joking." He would say as he rose from the mud. He would wipe some of the mud off his clothes, but it was ultimately no use. The ship had left the planet's atmosphere.

He would look down at the sword and pick it up. It was a weird feeling holding something he wasn't used to. He would take off his leather jacket, though not a wise choice seeing how night would eventually come, but he did it anyway. He would drop it to the ground, then fasten the sword to his belt. The teen would sigh as he make his way out of the clearing and into the forest.

"What am I looking for? Why would Ballen-Ist just leave?" He would wonder. As soon as they landed, he had a feeling that would happen. He could only shake his head as he pushed away various branches and leaves.

"Karking Mutt!" He would exclaime as he hit a mosquito away.

He had no clue about who or what was he looking for. Was it a man...Or a ship...A cave. He grasped the hilt of the sword . "Maybe a cave would be a good start." He would tell himself as he continued deeper into the forest.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

[member="Triton Kozak"] was without goal, as far as he knew. It was just that, too. Ballen-Ist had not kicked the boy out only to take him back when he retrieved some sort of item, this was indeed Triton's first real challenge as a Sith Acolyte. As the YT-1000 light freighter lifted up and blasted into the skies, Ballen-Ist found his mind dwelling on his past, unable to brush it aside due to his ego. Once he had told himself that he was over it all, but that would never be the case. Not until that day came.

Thinking back to Triton's own words, Ballen-Ist had decided that this would be the perfect way to test the boy's mettle, for he was afraid of being lost. His own words, and so what better way for him to overcome and harness his fear than being stranded on a hostile planet in the middle of no where? He had nothing else on him other than the sword presumably, and so there would be no comfort of friends or allies. The Sith Pureblood allowed a chuckle to resonate within his helmet, pleased at how devious he was. He hadn't genuinely laughed in what seemed like forever.

Back on Dxun...

The planets climate was not too extreme, though the humid jungle air would prove formidable to those on the run. Nights were sure to be cold, but that was the least of Triton's problems. Dangerous creatures, plants, even rare alpha predators lurked about at all times. Luckily, the blade at Triton's side was capable of hitting hard, with the ability to enhance cutting power via the force. However, he would most definitely find it difficult to wield the first time around, considering his preference for defensive sword styles.

In the dark bushes hid a large Maalraas, an old creature native to the moon. An extremely dangerous foe, they were utilised to hunt Jedi centuries ago. One had set its sights on Triton, leaping up from the greenery it was hidden within in order to strike. It flew right at the Acolyte, its clawed feet aiming to dig right into his chest.

 

[Triton Kozak]

He would look to the sword as he stepped over a root. The idea that he was alone had just started to set in. Triton felt his heart rate rise, he rarely left the company of other people. Even in his own living space he would be found with someone. He shook the idea out of his head, yet fear still crept into his head. He continued deeper into the dense forest. It felt like he'd gone past the same tree ten times, he was getting frustrated.

"Damn it, I could've been on a beach somewhere with a hot girl...But noo, I had to go and see Ballen..." The teen would say. Just then he heard rustling in the bushes that sat in the shadows. The same rustling you hear in a holoflick when the victim is about to get attacked by a monster. The teen turned and barely had enough time to rip the old sword out of it's sheath and raise his guard. The creature kept out of the foliage,

The creature was definitely something new, Triton rolled out of the incoming attack almost hitting a tree in the process, close quarters was never an ideal area to fight. The teen would find it difficult to keep his Soresu guard up with the gifted blade, he would sigh.

'This is going to be crappy.' he would think to himself as he looked around.

He would then watch as the creature recovered from the missed attack.

"This is the part I hate." He'd say as he waited for a next attack.
[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Most likely unaware of the time passed, [member="Triton Kozak"] had explored for hours throughout the jungle, making a considerable amount of progress. If he were still in search of a cave, there were giant rocky formations just a few miles away, ones that split into small mountains that were definitely capable of some sort of shelter. Unfortunately he had been followed on his journey, which led up to the point where he narrowly escaped the clutches of death. The Maalraas flew passed Triton as he managed a defence, landing in the thick jungle grass just a few metres away from the Sith-in-training.

Confident in its durability and power, the Maalraas began to approach Triton, its back arched as it carefully awaited for its time to strike. It's prey had not backed down, but it hadn't managed to put up a fight yet, and so the creature would not give up. Emitting a rather loud screech from its maw, the agile beast would lurch forward once more, whipping its tail at the human's legs this time. It would attempt to either knock or pull him to the ground if it was successful, and would not spare any time in mauling the prey to death.

On board the YT-1000...

Did Ballen-Ist expect Triton to come out of this ordeal? As he was, no. If he were to survive, the boy would be an entirely different person. Sitting calmly in his private quarters, the Red Sith gazed upon the ancient holocron he had come to possess months ago. Even with his great knowledge of the dark side, Ballen-Ist found it difficult to harness the teachings of the holocron, even keeping it open was beginning to strain the Pureblood. These devices were ancient wells of information, and were usually only accessible to the darkest of force users. If the Knight had any hopes of utilising the hidden secrets within, he would need assistance.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton waited...The anticipation was killing him, the creature seemed to be out for blood and Triton didn't like that. He would let a smile plaster on his face. He was glad he left his jacket back in the clearing, the extra article of clothing would have made it a lot more difficult to move. The teen had to keep his wits about, he found that hard to do because as soon as he was about to take a deep breath, the creature let out a shriek that scared the crap out of the teen.

Ballen-Ist was probably on his way to a beach, maybe even sitting in the lounge of his ship drinking some fuzzy drink. The teen would shake his head and focus on the task at hand. The Maalraas had to go, and according to the Pureblood, there were many more predetors on the moon.

The creature would attempt to bring it's tail and swipe at the teen's legs. Triton saw it coming and jumped to the side, the teen would let out a dry chuckle as he thought of his next move, there was no way the teen was going to outrun the creature, even in the dense forest. He had to kill it, and he wasn't going to last much longer if he just kept defending. The teen would attempt to go for the creature's right leg, aiming for a joint, hoping to destabilise the monster's balance.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The powerful tail of the Maalraas whipped towards [member="Triton Kozak"], slicing audibly through the air with great speed and strength. The boy was faster however, his instincts bolstered by the force. The cat-like creature would screech once more in anger, trying to intimidate Triton before he attacked again. That would do no good, for the force blade that the Sith Acolyte possessed was swung in an attack directed for the beast's leg. Thanks to its armoured hide, the Maalraas did not actually take a lot of damage, its natural skin somewhat resistant to blaster bolts and lightsabers alike.

The force sword had the same capabilities as a lightsaber and even some other abilities, but its weight set it apart from its lighter descendant in blade combat. The momentum that the creature was struck with was devastating, causing it to collapsed forwards before recoiling back. Blood leaked from its leg, the wound clearly considerable. The confidence that the Maalraas had displayed earlier was gone, as it now viewed Triton as a threat.

Now unsure whether or not it would survive another exchange of blows, the Maalraas turned tail and attempted to retreat, limping away at a decent pace for its injury. If it were to escape, these encounters would be nothing out of the ordinary for Triton as he continued on his journey. Hours would pass, the light from the sky eventually beginning to dim as the air grew colder.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton smiled as the hit connected, he was rewarded with blood, the creature would crumple down, and recoil in pain. Triton almost laughed, it was funny that the Maalraas had shown so much bravado only to collapse, then turn tail and attempt to flee. Triton wasn't about to let that happen, he hated the idea of it getting away. The creature's speed was decent considering its injury. Triton followed it for a bit, when he caught up to it, he'd attempt to finish it off, he would strike the creature and shove the sword through its maw and out the top of its skull.

He was uncertain if the creature had any family roaming around but brushed it off as he sheathed the sword and looked around. Hed remember seeing rock formations, huge ones, he'd just have to track one down,

Hours would pass, Triton would begin to feel the temperature drop, a rock formation had finally come into view, and after hours of walking and hearing rustling he welcomed the sight. The teen would find an indent in one of the formations, and decided that would be good enough, the fear of being alone still shook him. To a point where it would feel as if enemies were around every corner. And they were. The teen would begin to dig into the dirt and make a sizable hole, he would figure that it'd be warmer to sleep when buried. The idea of a fire crossed his mind, but it was instantly shot down when he remembered the dangers of Dxun. He would lay in the hole he made, quiet. The hole was just big enough for him, he would look at the sword Ballen-Ist had abandoned him with.

It saved his life, he resented the fact that the Pureblood had left him, but it was his fault for playing cot and firing out jokes any chance he got.

"No wonder Ballen-Ist dumped you in a place like this, you annoyed the crap out of him." He would say to himself. He stayed up for a while longer, sleep would not come, his fears of being lost and lonely had taken a toll.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

[member="Triton Kozak"]'s speculation was true, in a way. He had been dumped on Dxun because as he was, he was not ready to truly harness the dark side. The quips and jokes certainly annoyed Ballen-Ist, but they weren't the only reason that Triton had been left for dead so abruptly. The Sith had had to put on a convincing show in order to push Triton's mind to its limits. By the time this was all over, the Knight hoped the boy would be transformed into a being of pure anger. Hopefully he was able to catch on, and utilise his emotions to the best of his ability. If not, he would surely die in the middle of nowhere, a failure in the ways of the Sith.

The Maalraas had been slain, but there were many more from where it had came from. Several more hours passed, and once Triton had finished with his makeshift shelter, he would most likely find himself becoming a bit hungry. There would be no surviving if the boy could not attain the essentials for survival, one way or another. He would have to figure out a daily routine to follow, and even create landmarks in order to keep track of the surrounding area. If not he risked going in circles, and would never happen upon something like a fresh source of water. With nothing but the sword at his hip and the clothes on his body, the true test of Triton's will would occur over the next few weeks.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton rose from what was meant to be his sleeping area, his body tired yet he had to do something. Yet a feeling of hunger krept into his body, and Triton did not like the feeling, it was only amplified by the lingering sense of fear. The teen sighed, he would have to find something to eat soon. Triton grasped the hilt of the sword and looked around. He'd probably have to make signs or something to help him keep track in such a place.

The teen would unsheath the sword and make an 'X' at shoulder level. He would chuckle. "There... That should be easy to spot." He would say as if someone were with him, but when he turned he remembered he was alone. Triton would curse before punching the same tree. "Fething Pureblood" he would say again. How the hell was he supposed to keep same with nobody to talk to. His stomach rumbled, he had to eat, I n order to do that he had to think, which required water.

He put the sword away, he had to find a river, or some kind of water source. Even if it was going to be a few miles away from camp...Hell even if it was longer.

He would remember to when he was fighting the creature, the soft trickle of water could be heard. He would grin as he rushed in what he thought was the direction of the source of water. Following the path which he took to get to the den only backwards. He would find his way back to the sight where he was ambushed by the Maalraas. He looked to its body, flies had started to pester the wounds, it had appeared as if creatures were pecking at it in the dead of night. Triton ignored it and focused in on the force, while he wasn't very good at honing in with the force, he figured he'd give it a shot. As he stood there with his eyes closed, he would begin to hear the soft trickling of water. The would smile as he opened his eyes again. Triton would then rush off into the direction of which he heard the sound.

After an hour or so of dodging trees and making signs, he arrived at a small waterfall which emptied into a pond. Triton grinned as he rushed over to the edge of the pond.

He would begin to splash his face with the water, clearing off some of the dirt. Then he would cup the water in his hands and greedily drink without even thinking of the possibility of what was in the water.

He would raise his head and sit back on his legs. "Good, goal accomplished, found a nice water source.... Hopefully it'd be enough until I find food." He would say as he looked around.

The feeling of fear crept in again, he realised he was miles away from his shelter, and even with the marks it'd be hard to find his way back, what if predetors clawed at the trees. What if he encountered more. He shook his head, the water certainly helped even if it was bad that he didn't attempt to boil it first. But what was he to boil it in? He felt a twinge of anger, anger at the Pureblood for ditching him...For forcing his biggest fears on him....For leaving him without pots to boil water! The nerve of that man.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Slowly but surely, [member="Triton Kozak"] was making progress in the middle of no where. It had only been a day, and the young Acolyte would need to start thinking about the days to come. Having discovered a fresh source of water, Triton would have to take the time to figure out the area and chart it out somehow, to and from his shelter while being on the guard for hostile creatures. It might take days considering the fact that he would have to hunt for food as well, for he would not survive for long on water alone.

Days would pass, the stalking Maalraas having reduced in numbers significantly due to Triton's show of power again the one that had attacked him. Luckily for the Acolyte, ahead on his path was a small group of Bomas, two smaller ones and a larger adult. They were prowling in the tall grasses, their sense on something that had caught on their attention nearby. They were carnivores as well, and so they hunted for meat just as Triton would need to. The Bomas were quite fierce, and would no doubt be hostile towards the Acolyte if he decided to reveal himself.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton would find himself back at camp a few days later, the trips back and forth between the water source and his camp was starting to take a toll on his energy, combine that with him having to find food...It put him in a bad spot. It had been a few days since he killed the monster, and it seemed as if the Maalraas' family backed off...For now. Triton found a bit of comfort in that. He looked down at the sword, it instantly reminded him of Ballen-Ist. Over the past few days he has had time to fight with himself whether to forgive Ballen or continue to be mad, he let anger get the better of it though and that anger grew to hate.

Triton was sitting on the ground near his camp, his eyes closed as he attempted to memorise the paths he took, though that was going to be hard when all the trees look the same. He opened one eye and looked down to the ground next to him, there were a couple failed attempts at mapping the area. He closed his eyes again. A few minutes before standing up, his stomach began to rumble, he hadn't eaten since he got stranded. Sure there were berries around, but he didn't know which were poison. He growled as he opened his eyes and rose from his spot.

"Fething Ballen-Ist" was all he muttered as he began to walk away from his camp. While it was true that the Maalraas had been easiing away, he still couldn't sleep, being alone had really taken a toll on him. Soon he'd find himself on a path between tall brush. Rustling could be heard as he continued on.

Soon the rustling would grow, he would look for the source. Making his way through the brush, he would find three Bomas, one larger than the other two, they couldn't be that strong could they? Triton was willing to take a gamble. It was three against one, but he had the element of surprise.

He would draw his sword and creep out towards one of the smaller ones. He would then jump up with a yell and attempt to slash at its body. He wasn't particularly worried of the other two, hunger lingered on his mind.



[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

As time passed, [member="Triton Kozak"]'s connection to the dark side slowly grew, his emotions of anger fueling his will to survive on the moon of Onderon. Slowly but surely, the youth would begin to notice the changes within himself, for as his anger piled so would his desire for power. With considerable speed and strength, the Sith Acolyte sliced through the air with a powerful leap, his momentum increasing the damage that his strike would inflict upon the younger Boma.

With one clean swipe the beast was dispatched, collapsing to the ground before shrieking in surprise. Bomas were not the strongest predators of Dxun, but they had been known to be capable of killing even Mandalorian warriors. Screeching in anger, the fully grown beast would turn, moving forward to guard its remaining young, lunging forward once the opportunity was right. Its large body was powerful, and would likely send Triton skidding across the ground if its tackle was successful.

If he were to grow frustrated, Triton would undoubtedly notice the force aura that surrounded his blade, the bolts of electricity that danced along its metallic length radiating the power of the dark side. If he were to channel all of his hatred through the weapon, Triton would find that the sword was a lot more dangerous than it appeared.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The Boma let out a shriek, and dropped to the ground, a smile appeared on the teen's face. It felt good to let out some of the anger in him, yet for each second he held the sword he felt the same anger and hate he felt when Ballen-Ist first ditched him days ago. It was frustrating trying to survive on a planet where everything can and will kill you. Out of nowhere the larger Boma screeched and blindsided him, he almost fell, but recovered and slid across the ground, he kept the sword up. His frustration grew when he realised what happened. That was when he noticed the sword had a dark aurora, electricity traveled around the blade like it was normal.

Triton was amazed, so the blade wasn't just some junk that Ballen had been carrying around. But a weapon that was amplified by something...But what? Triton thought back to his first fight with the Maalraas, that was the first day he was abandoned. Then the sword had nothing special about it...But now as he's fighting these creatures it lights up and gives off this darkness.

Realisation struck him, his anger, hate, fear, it fed the sword. He ran towards the creature and attempted to strike it. He aimed straight for its head. In that strike he would feel the anger he had for Ballen flow through him. He hated being on that stupid moon. But at least he was surviving.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The electricity that danced along the blade seemed to intensify, changing from what had been a harmless dark side aura into a destructive field of energy. [member="Triton Kozak"]'s aim did not fail him, for the sword pierced through the Bomas' head with ease. However it was not felled, as it reared backwards at the last second, turning what was intended to be a killing blow into a bloody scar. The beast roared in anger, still enraged over the fact that it had lost one of its children.

The other young Boma would turn tail and run, darting into the nearby brush that had captivated its attention before hand. As it did so, the firing of a blaster could be heard, a flash of red energy lighting up the dark jungle momentarily. More laser bolts would cut through the greenery, digging into the back of the large Boma's head, causing it to immediately collapse as steam rose from its corpse. Emerging from the bushes was a fully armoured individual, whose head was clad in a T-visor helmet.

A young Mandalorian that appeared to be around the Acolyte's age stepped forward cautiously, eyeing what he believed to be a savage warrior. "You ruined my trial... Maybe I can prove my worth by bringing you back to the camp." He declared, quickly raising a pair of Mandalorian blaster pistols at Triton while circling him cautiously. "What the hell are you, anyway?" The young warrior questioned, the slight tone of fear present in his voice as he noticed the glowing sword.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton snarled as the Boma reared back the sword missed its initial target. Triton would grumble, he just wished for the beast to be dead, he was hungry and tired, his nights were sleepless and his days were filled with work. He would not notice that the young Boma turn hide and run and he couldn't care, just as long as he got something to eat.

He would prepare himself for another attack, but as soon as he was going to swing his sword, a blaster would be heard followed by the sight of a red bolts of energy which hit the large Boma in the skull. The Boma dropped dead, Triton eyed the direction of which the blaster bolts came from. He guessed the blaster didn't come from a random monster. Out of the bushes a Mandolorian crept. He muttered something about the troublemaker ruining his trials, he didn't know much about Mandolorian culture, but the trials were a big deal. The teen followed up by saying something about taking Triton back to camp. The troublemaker frowned, he didn't know if the Mando would attack, but he stayed ready.

He was correct to stay ready because the Mando would raise both blaster pistols and start to circle him. The hunter asked what Triton was. Triton thought it would be obvious but as he looked down at himself he noticed how different he looked compared to what he looked like when he left. The teen was filthy, his black shirt was no longer, he used it as a marker. His pants were torn and mangled. His bare chest caked in mud and blood.

Triton smiled a bit as his gaze met the Mandolorian's visor. He had to think what to say. He had not seen a person in a while.

He tossed the sword around in his hands. "I don't think you care...." He growled as he continued to follow the Mandolorian's movements. "Your trials mean nothing to me." He'd added

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

While circling the young savage, the Mandalorian made sure to keep his distance, both of his blaster pistols trained precisely on [member="Triton Kozak"]'s position. Squinting his eyes, the armoured man focused his vision and noticed the Acolyte's own glare, gasping in shock and recoiling backwards in fear. They were a bright shade of yellow, they burned powerfully as if seeping into the Mandalorian's soul.

There were many ways that Triton could go about this interaction, but the armoured warrior was now considering fleeing the scene instead of facing this foe alone. His comrades were nearby, and they would have a much easier time taking the savage out together. Though, he did want to prove his worth.

Pushing off of the ground in a jump, the jetpack upon his back would activate, propelling the Mandalorian higher into the air before he pulled the trigger. Several golden laser bolts would spray forth from the blaster pistols, firing rapidly upon Triton in an attempt to disable him. They shots were focused on his arms and legs, but were not of the greatest accuracy. With the alchemy altered blade that the Acolyte wielded, he had a good chance at defending himself.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton watched as the Mandolorian circled him, blasters still trained. Out of nowhere the boy stumbled back in fear, this caused Triton to wonder. Why did the Mandolorian stumble back. He shook off the thought when he watched the Mandolorian quickly scramble up upon him regaining his footing, he would launch into the air with his jetpack. He fired many bolts, but these bolts were not the same ones that hit the Boma, they were yellow. The teen wondered what that meant for him. Triton was able to avoid most of them due to the teen's accuracy being not so great, it might've been due to the fact that he was using his jetpack but Triton couldn't complain. One of the bolts was directed right at his right leg. Triton directed the blade to deflect the bolt. He had no clue what would happen, the Sith blade was not a lightsabre, but it hasn't failed yet.

Triton grinned as he watched the Mandolorian up in the air. The Mando definitely was not there alone, if he was on some sort of trial there would have to be people to assess it. He would grin.

"You're wasting your time and your fuel...Why don't you come back down and face me head on, that'd make it easier for me if I have to drag your corpse back to your camp." He'd taunt as he kept his guard up.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Leaning backwards mid-air, the Mandalorian would hover towards a nearby tree branch, which happened to be sturdy enough to support his full weight. The blade this savage wielded didn't look like any sort of vibroblade to the young warrior, but it had a powerful energy field around it along with properties that allowed blaster bolt deflection. The shots from his pistols had made no contact with their target, which frustrated the rookie Mandalorian further. Encountering a foe like this was unlike anything he had expected, for all he knew the demon moon had corrupted [member="Triton Kozak"] into something he did not want to face.

Succumbing to the taunts of the Acolyte, the warrior would angle his wrists downwards, releasing the trigger finger on one pistol as he moved it to the wrist mounted laser he wore. Thanks to the Acolyte's foresight he would have a better chance at defending himself as the powerful red bolt of energy surged downward, aimed directly at his head. Following the surprise attack he would leap down from the treetop, regaining his grip on the blaster pistols as he unleashed another volley of yellow bolts at Triton.

Once landed, he holstered his weapons before drawing another, a collapsible vibrosword that hummed to life in the Mandalorian's palm. Charging forth the warrior would begin to swing with brute force, focusing on downward slashes and other power focused attacks.

 

[Triton Kozak]

The Mandolorian made his way to a tree branch, Triton tilted his head, he had no clue what the hunter had planned but if he was smart he'd not underestimate the Mando. Triton watched as the hunter fired his wrist mounted blaster. A red bolt of energy came rushing towards Triton, it was eye level. The teen had to think fast, he would dodge quickly to the right the bolt turned up some dirt as it hit the ground, immediately after a volley of the same yellow bolts that had pestered the acolyte earlier started to pester him again.

The young Mandolorian dismounted the tree and as he fell to the moon let loose the yellow bolts. Triton had a close call with one of the bolts as it just missed his arm. He was caught off guard as the Mando lashed out at him with a Vibrosword using powerful attacks to overwhelm the troublemaker. Triton found his guard a little weaker than normal due to his energy being lower than normal.

"You're a feisty one aren't you?" Triton would comment.

The Mandolorian's attacks were starting to irritate the teen. Triton pushed back hard attempt to throw off the Mandolorian's balance. He'd give the teen some credit, he had guts but he was testing Triton's patients and energy.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Growing ever frustrated with the quarry he had unfortunately preyed upon, the young Mandalorian growled in anger as he was pushed back, his relentless onslaught having been delayed. It had served its purpose however, for now the warrior had gauged the savage's own strength and would take it into consideration. Deciding it was a bad idea to get close to [member="Triton Kozak"], the armored teen would began to back pedal with the moment provided by the Acolyte, his arm lifting to aim directly at Triton's position once more. Instead of utilizing the wrist mounted laser he had previously, a stream of fire would spray forth from the Mandalorian's gauntlet, arcing downwards then up through the air towards the Sith's legs. If he was to be cautious of the glowing sword and its wielder, he would have to take care of him at long range.

Aboard the YT-1000..

Weeks had passed since Ballen-Ist had abandoned Triton, leaving him with nothing more than a blade and his own wits. During his time away the Sith Knight had attempted to accomplish many things, journeying from various locations to another in hopes of solidifying his business ventures. His time spent studying the Holocron had not yielded anything he desired to know, other than tidbits of information on Tulak Hord and his fighting style which he had already studied to some degree. The light freighter was not set on a course back to Dxun, traveling at lightspeeds in order to reach its destination quickly. His new apprentice had either made some progress, or perished in the process, and Ballen-Ist was eager to discover which it was.