Through The Sands Of Time Our Fates Are Defined.

[Triton Kozak]

The Droid shrugged off his kick, which should have been expected seeing that the Droid was sturdy and we'll built. The troublemaker didn't have much experience with mechanical devices...much less MagnaGuards. Those things seemed to adapt better than Triton could.

Rather suddenly after his attempt to sweep at the droid's legs the droid shoot out a kick which planted itself right at Triton's chest. The force of the kick knocked the wind out of the teen as he was launched back hitting the wall. He felt an all too familiar snap of one of his bones.

The troublemaker didn't care for his broken bones, he wanted to use whatever pain he felt on the Droid. Closed his eyes and rose from the ground.

He readied his lightsaber as he felt a darkness flow through him. A smile appeared on his face as he attacked the Droid head on, when he got close enough he'd barrage the MagnaGuard with vertical and diagonal strikes, hoping to overwhelm the machine.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The force behind the kick was astounding, acting more as a violent push that sent [member="Triton Kozak"] skidding across the room. The MagnaGuard began to laugh, its garbled and mechanical voice almost sounding demonic in nature. It truly was a machine made to inspire fear in Jedi, only before killing them of course. However, Triton was no Jedi, and it seemed he finally understood the purpose of the test.

The broken rib only served him by fueling his anger, giving the strikes he threw an extra oomph that were vital to the droid's defeat. The MagnaGuard was designed to battle against the fighting styles of Jedi, not the brute and savage force of those who followed the Sith. A mix of vertical and diagonal slashes rained down upon the mechanical foe, ripping it to shreds as it was unable to keep up with its split weapon.

The backup system in its chest had been damaged by the molten slag that leaked in, the manner in which the MagnaGuard had been dissected leaving little hopes of survival. Tendrils of smoke rose from the scrap pile, as the door that had previously been shut suddenly lifted open. The facility was huge, and if Triton were to descend to the lower levels, he would find himself among automated assembly lines, humanoid mechanics, and incredible amounts of safety hazards. Beneath all of that was the dark meditation chamber that Ballen-Ist sat within, awaiting his potential apprentice's arrival.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton dropped down to a knee as he deactivated the lightsaber. He ran his hands over the demolished scrap pile. A smirk crawled onto his face, he destroyed the droid and actually survived. The troublemaker was fastening his saber to his belt when the door automatically began to open. Triton instantly looked to the door expecting more MagnaGuards yet none came. Triton slowly rose, his eyes never leaving the exit, and began to make his way towards it.

"Now...time to find Ballen..." The apprentice said as he stepped out. A wave of heat blasted his face. He slowly took in his surroundings. He began to walk down a hall towards a lift, he guessed it was for maintenance, it reminded him of a mining elevator. Triton's footsteps were loud as he made his way towards it. Pressing the control pad Triton descended for the lowest level of the facility, he felt the force urging him to go down. He turned to an open side and watched as various machines piecing together what looked like MagnaGuards. Triton sat mouth opened, "What the hell is Ballen doing with all this firepower?" Triton wondered aloud.

Triton watched as he was brought deeper into the facility. The amount of things going on in the facility was baffling.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The factory was abuzz with the sound of mechanical operations, the assembly line continuing to piece together the many different droid models and weapons that it was given.

[member="Triton Kozak"] rode in what looked to be a rickety old mining elevator, though it was indeed a turbolift. It had a fairly large transparisteel wall, allowing the youth to observe many levels of the factory, before reaching the underground section of the facility.

The doors quickly slid open, revealing an almost pitch black corridor ahead. From the ceiling, a crimson light dimly shone downwards, giving Triton an idea of where he was to go. At the end of the corridor was a heavily reinforced entrance, the door appearing to be made of dark obsidian of some kind.

It began to shake slightly, rising to slide away and reveal the meditation chamber within. However, Ballen-Ist stepped out, dark red mist flowing into the hallway as he took his leave. The Pureblood stopped some meters away from Triton, nodding once in what seemed to be approval.

"One Mandalorian, and one combat droid. Are we feeling proud?" Ballen-Ist questioned, his remark revolving around the apprentice's new kill count. Surely, he had seen more action than that upon Dxun, but Ballen-Ist did not know, nor did he think it mattered. He was just a bit annoyed, having been kept waiting. "I have a new mission for you, that should significantly increase your new record... Assuming you yourself are not killed, of course."

With that, the Sith pushed past Triton, heading for the turbolift that he had just came from. Once the two were aboard, they would ascend towards one of the main levels of the factory, where the control center awaited them.

 

[Triton Kozak]

Triton sighed and wondered how far down he'd go. His question was soon answered as the turbolift stopped. The troublemaker would soon see a dark corridor with a red lights shining down. Triton stepped confidently out of the lift determined to find Ballen-Ist, The apprentice was eager to confront him after the situation on the moon of Dxun, and the MagnaGuard incident. Triton walked down the hall and reached the end of the hall. Triton assumed it was a dead end and was about to make his way back to the turbolift when the door of obsidian began to rumble open.

[member="Ballen-Ist"] was revealed on the other side of the door. Triton stood silently as The pureblood spoke.

"You know I hate when you leave me in awkward situations...but what is this new task?" Triton said angrily

Ballen pushed past Triton and the Troublemaker growled softly but followed as they entered the lift and began elevating towards an upper level. while in the Turbolift Triton cocked his head towards Ballen.

"Why are you always so mysterious?"

The question was partially serious. He hated all the secrecy the Pureblood had.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist's gaze shifted, his face not concealed by any hood or helmet at the moment. The look he gave [member="Triton Kozak"] was one of distaste. He would have killed the boy already, if he hadn't sensed his potential in the force.

Luckily for the Pureblood, there were still ways to make the young human suffer. "There has been a uprising on Doneer'so, a planet in the sector. Some of the clans do not like the fact we control Tokks'vik, a shipyard city that even now constructs Holowan battle frigates,"

The Sith paused briefly, turning his head away from the human after he voiced his second question. The turbolift door opened with a groan, letting the two step out into the large control room, full of different consoles and monitoring equipment, all manned by the appropriate staff and personnel.

"I am not mysterious, you are just uninformed." Now, surely Triton had begun to put some of the pieces together. Ballen-Ist had begun a small corporate crusade, which had already spread to many of the planets within the Fakir sector. There were hundreds of life sustaining planets, some more advanced than others, but all requiring some form of protection nonetheless. Whether it be personal or planetary, Holowan Laboratories was there to provide.

In the middle of the control room were two individuals, one who appeared to be some sort of abomination, and the other who was clearly a naval officer. They both ceased their conversing, noting the two Sith and bowing their heads slightly in respect. "My lord, the fleet is in orbit now and awaiting orders," the officer reported, looking a bit more tense than the cyborg by his side.

"Very good, Commodore. We will depart immediately." They were about to leave, when the doctor spoke up. Photoreceptor implants focused intently on Triton, as his modulated voice called out to the youth. "I hope you find my... Creations, satisfactory. They will serve you well. Have you seen them in action yet?"