Unimpeded Passage

[Aveira Dax]

A pat was given against [member="Ballen-Ist"] almost as a silent reassurance then retracts her hand. "Why thank you, Sir. I believe my friend here would want something a bit more, high shelf, than this ale..if you don't mind.." she smiled again then looks from the bartender to the Sith once the older bald man leaves.

"What now?" she asked then took one more glance towards the booth.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The pat upon Ballen-Ist's leg would snap him back to attention, his glare sharpening as he struggled to recall what the bartender had said. The man had left at this point thanks to [member="Aveira Dax"], and had provided enough information for the time being. "We'll talk to the gang," the Sith proclaimed casually, as he pushed off against the counter, striding across the room towards the booth parallel to the shot up one. A few lowlifes sat around the table, some bandaged and some not. A few had visible injuries, while the others appeared to have missed out on the little fight that had gone on.

Standing in front of their table, Ballen-Ist would remain silent, allowing the group to look at him in disbelief before they doubted their violent tendencies. It didn't look like that sort of approach had worked last time, so why risk it again they agreed upon. "What in the blazes do you want, kid?" the older mercenary said to the Knight, lifting his gaze from the table and towards the duo. For a brief moment, he had managed to get a glimpse of the Pureblood's face, causing him to straighten out in his seat and take a more defensive position. "This about those two Jedi? Look, I'll tell you everything I know.

They was lookin' for our boss, admitted to being Knights too. Both young, one male and one female. She had, uh, red hair, and the kid had brown," Ballen-Ist's face suddenly started to become pale, as his gloved hand reached up to touch the scar upon his face. This brown haired kid could possibly be the one that had scarred him, though was more than likely the other Jedi he had sought for years now. "That's all we know, I swear. Please," the mercenary continued to ramble on, causing Ballen-Ist to turn in annoyance, facing the Zeltron woman who was presumably by his side. He had heard enough, and what he had heard troubled him. The thoughts on his mind were proof enough, that much Aveira would be able to tell. "You'll need more training." Ballen-Ist muttered, knowing that he too may as well.

 

[Aveira Dax]

As [member="Ballen-Ist"] turns to look at Aveira, he would notice an odd expression upon her face. A dark look as if she was staring a whole through the older mercenary.

"Care for a drink? I just ordered one." The Zeltron asked him and a perplexed look formed upon the man's face as he stared back at Aveira then towards Ballen-Ist then back to the Zeltron. "I..uhh...sure." The man answered. He never one was to turn down a drink, why start now? What harm could there be in it? Aveira nods to her Master assuring that everything was fine. "I'll be right back" she verbally told the Pureblood.

Minutes passed as she sat near the old mercenary. Ballen-Ist may notice, if he's watching from his position, that the old man went from perplexed and cautious to more friendlier and began to laugh in display that appeared as if Aveira was telling him a joke, a funny story, or some sort of small talk. She gave a small nod and stood up and begins to walk towards her Master until she stops suddenly and turns around right in the middle of dance floor. Ballen-Ist would most likely loose sight of Aveira in the crowd at this point...

​"He's withholding.....How dare he! KILL HIM...KILLL HIM!" That voice within her mind called out once again.

Aveira smiled darkly like a predictor stalking its pray once again as her mind reached out and without any form of gentleness or respect; she begins to tear apart the old mercenary's mind like a child frantically tearing apart a room in search of something. The mercenary would blink, tilts his head then shake once, then another and another. Finally, he would go into a total fit looking more like seizure attack than the Dark Side laterally ripping apart the man's mind, analyzing its peaces and disregarding in the most painful manner. Finally a deep scream filled the room causing mass panic until the man fell down onto the bar counter with blood pooling from his ears, nose and eyes. Aveira, without looking back towards the Sith, turns and walks outside.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist's mouth would hang agape as he was left ignored, having been ditched by [member="Aveira Dax"]. Well, that was new. Instead the woman decided to get friendly with the mercenary, most likely utilizing her natural abilities to get close to him and make him vulnerable. An audible sigh would escape the Pureblood's crimson lips as he waited patiently, his head jerking to the side as the woman headed into the crowd suspiciously. The man began to act erratically, shaking his head from side to side, a pained expression upon his face as he struggled with the presence invading his mind.

Then, the screaming. Oh, how Ballen-Ist hated the screaming. Only after a few moments had passed, the mercenary was presumably dead or worse, unmoving on the cantina table he had been so fond of wasting his time at. Now his life was mere waste, disregarded by even the patrons as they went back to their business after the brief panic. Sighing once more, the Red Sith would make his way towards the exit, his golden glare eyeing those that dared to meet it as his plated boots clanked along the floor. The Zeltron's presence had moved, and now Ballen-Ist found himself out in the dark alleyway again, on the woman's trail. "What was that about? Did you find anything useful?" the Sith questioned cautiously, not sure what her state of mind was at the moment.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira side steps and moves into a clothing store. just before the door comes to a shut, [member="Ballen-Ist"] , would hear a loud "Well excuse me!" from another woman then silence. The door would open once again and a human female who was a little older than Aveira by her appearance looked upset while a friend of her same age presumably followed. "That...Alien just ran into me!" she snorted while the two hurried off towards the main street.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The walk along the alleyway had been brief, for Ballen-Ist was determined to keep up with [member="Aveira Dax"]. He really didn't want any trouble that she caused to fall on him, seeing as he was responsible for her in a way. Taking a glance around the corner, the Sith spotted two human females heading towards the street, appearing annoyed as they sent dirty looks over their shoulder at the shop they had left. Had he heard something about an 'alien'?

Now moving at a calm pace, the Red Sith would calmly stroll towards the clothing store that Aveira had entered, coming to the conclusion that she just wanted to buy some new clothes. Then again, she could be ripping apart the minds of those who worked within one by one. A worried frown crossed the young man's lips as he sped up, taking a cautious step into the store as he surveyed the place.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Too say that the store was packed to the ceiling was an understatement. Various women's clothing of all types, accessories, and everything that one could want was organized and stuffed into this small store saving for a small row down the middle that lead from the door and ended at the changing rooms. Halfway down, a nervous looking lady sitting beside a man whom was tapping onto a datapad. "Yes..miss...what was your name again? Anyways you're total so far is 4,000 credits.." the voice went flat then blinked as Aveira stepped out.

The once barely clothed woman was now dressed in a long black heavy (Rather expensive) sleeveless overcoat with a blood red velvet lining inside, a height color surrounded the Zeltron's sharp cheekbones. A low cut corset and long dress matching in color and style was seen under as well as matching knee high boots and elbow length gloves that stopped and showed a bit of the pink toned skin. A silver and emerald colored necklace sat firmly against the woman's chest as she paces over towards [member="Ballen-Ist"] and does a little spin. "What do you think?" she said with a smile. "Not bad for free...right?" she glances at the two shop owners and they seemed to stare off blankly and just nod.

As Aveira stood directly in front of Ballen-Ist, he might notice after looking over the clothing that Aveira's eyes seemed different. The Aqua blue/green hue was gone and now replaced by a black obsidian color. All color was gone from her irises and now gave off a slight leery reflection of light as obsidian does in the sunlight.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

The frown upon Ballen-Ist's face would only increase in size as he took in his surroundings, realizing that he was in a women's clothing store. He hoped no one thought he was some weirdo, for he was standing alone currently as he waited for [member="Aveira Dax"]. There were a few people walking about the aisles, though the Knight couldn't spot the one person that should have stood out the most. If that was the case, then his first prediction had been right, and she was most likely getting changed at this very moment.

Averting his attention to the middle opening that led down to the changing rooms, the Sith's eyes would widen in surprise as Aveira came strutting down the aisle. The young man was blown away, first by the initiative the Zeltron had taken, secondly by how stunningly stylish she looked in her new outfit. It was a perfect match for the woman, something that spoke of beauty yet danger at the same time. "You look amazing," the Knight managed to say, after thoroughly examining Aveira's new wardrobe with his greedy eyes. Speaking of which, his own gaze would meet the Zeltron's, his expression remaining calm as he held back his initial reaction to what he observed.

Her eyes, the two he remembered looking into fondly, were now basically charcoal black. "Uh," the Sith started, before continuing, "You've adapted well to these changes, Aveira. While I don't mind some fun and games here and there, we will need to stay ontop of your training." Ballen-Ist warned, wondering how consumed by the dark side she already was.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira smiled then moved to [member="Ballen-Ist"] 's side before leaning in and whispers low enough so that only he would hear. "It was so much fun! His fibble mind popped like a balloon." A sinister grin appeared again then she asks a shocking question which would question her sanity even further. "

"Do you dislike other men looking at me or even speaking with me? I noticed. Do you love me, Ballen-Ist? Do you want to keep me to yourself?.."

 

[Ballen-Ist]

As [member="Aveira Dax"] leaned in closer, Ballen-Ist prepared for the unpredictability she seemed to possess, listening to her words and nearly cringing visibly at her last comment. He was glad that she was enjoying her new found force sensitivity, but the dark side was really taking a toll on her mind. Unless she had been like this beforehand, which the Sith assumed was not the case. 'Love' wasn't a concept the Knight liked to discuss, being no stranger to it's sensation and the influence it could have over ones actions.

He couldn't deny that he didn't mind the Zeltron's presence one bit, though that was only natural given her abilities. This talk of love, though. She was really getting cheeky. If they hadn't been standing in a clothing store, Ballen-Ist would've had half the mind to blast her away with lightning. He'd have to sooner or later, if she wanted to harness it's power. "Don't get carried away. Remember what I said, know when you've crossed the line. Fun and games is all this is, wouldn't you agree?" Ballen-Ist questioned half serious and teasingly, knowing Zeltrons tended not to get overly attached to anyone in the same fashion a human might.

The Sith really didn't care if she interacted with others, as long she got whatever job that needed to be done, done. For now, he would not address her training, leaving that for later. He would need to show her exactly who was in charge if she kept this behaviour up, something that he didn't necessarily condone or condemn.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira cocks her head to the side a little then takes the Sith's hand, if he allows it, and would walk towards the store's exit. He was right in assuming that Zeltrons normally don't have the same ideal structure of relationships; often enough the idea of Monogamy is considered a silly idea among her people's social structure. Aveira really didn't care either way.

Once outside, she smiles at him then takes a slow breath as she slides the hand from his then around his waist as she leans her head into the taller man. "Why do I feel so tired now..." she whispers out loud while she felt the surge of force energy that had rush into her and taken control like a rushing river dam breaking free now deplete. Seconds passed before her eyes become normal again then close as she drifts off asleep while standing.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Even though [member="Aveira Dax"] hadn't directly voiced her understanding of what Ballen-Ist had said, he knew that she got the picture. Feeling the Zeltron's grip upon his hand, the Sith would be led out of the clothing store, causing him to sigh in relief as he left the unwanted atmosphere. The duo stood outside on the street for a moment, the Knight's attention focused on the area before the woman's arm began to slide around his waist. Allowing her to lean closer, Ballen would look down into Aveira's eyes, his face remaining composed as he watched the obsidian black in her eyes slowly but surely swirl away.

The dark side energy that she had been consumed by thus far was now leaving, more than likely rendering the woman in a state of exhaustion. Her body went limp as her eyes shut, falling asleep in the Sith's arms as he lifted them to prevent her from falling over. Well, this was hardly the situation he wanted to be in, as he knelt down to reposition Aveira, curving an arm around her back while the opposite one supported her dangling legs. As if walking with the Zeltron hadn't earned him enough glares, now that he was holding her unconscious body and walking through the streets of Nar Shaddaa, he wouldn't be surprised if a mob tried to jump him in an act of false White Knighthood.

Deciding it would be best to return to the Interceptor, Ballen-Ist would attempt to make his way through the streets quickly without interference, though that much was unlikely. Sooner or later, if no one attempted to stop him, the Sith would arrive at the landing pad he had reserved. If things went smoothly, he would make his way into the Fury-class Interceptor, setting Aveira down on the bed in his private chambers, before reporting to Commander Torris.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Other than a few odd glances, even a few that would leave most a disgusting feeling as a few shady grimy figures out on the streets give the Sith a nod as if silently telling him "Good work there, buddy!" Nar Shadda; A place where you'd find anything you wished for...but hell of a place you'd want to pass out at.

Aveira woke up alone on the ship and quickly looked around, startled once realizing her location had changed. A sigh of relief came over her once realizing where she was, somewhere safe. The question began to form in her mind if this was normal for one whom was just starting to discover their active connection of the force and one who leaned towards the Dark Side. Aveira would slowly stand up stiffly and grits her teeth for a moment as her body still felt spent from tension as the force had surged through herself so strongly. Once able to take a few steps, she leaves the private quarters and begins to search for the mess hall.

[member="Ballen-Ist"]

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Ballen-Ist was glad that no one had tried to stop him, whether it be to claim the unconscious Zeltron for themselves, or to simply act heroic. The metallic door to his private chambers would slide shut as he stepped out into the main room of the Fury-class interceptor. The few crewmen and women that were scattered around went about their work, some giving the Sith a nervous glance as he passed by them.

All except Commander Torris, who turned as he heard the Knight's booted footsteps approaching the cockpit section. "Where have you been, Ist?" The man questioned, obviously a bit annoyed at being left to do nothing in the ship. "Gathering information, Commander. That's all," the Red Sith replied with a casual smirk, knowing that he got under most official's skin.

"While you pursue your personal vendettas, we're wasting valuable time. Are we ready to leave?" The man demanded to know hastily, eager to get off the infested city-planet. "Yes, fire up the engines," Ballen-Ist replied, pivoting on his foot as he walked out back into the main hall, where [member="Aveira Dax"] was now. "Did you sleep well?" The young man asked, noticing that her eyes indeed did not possess the black tint anymore.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira stood in the under black dress that she wore previously under her long coat. She looked back towards [member="Ballen-Ist"] "Yes..sorry." she said with a disappointed look upon her face then steps into the mess hall quickly. Hiding what was worrying her was pointless, anyone with any sense could tell she was ashamed with herself.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

Now that [member="Aveira Dax"] was relatively balanced in the force, she no longer felt the influence the dark side had had on her previously. This was good, for now her mind was clearer and she would be more aware of the things she did. "Reflect on what you have experienced," Ballen-Ist spoke to the woman, able to tell that she was embarrassed.

"Even though I wield this power, I am able to keep it in check. So can you, if you are willing to begin the real training." The Red Sith offered, wondering what he could teach her first. A few abilities came to mind like Controlled Rage, which would be fitting for the dilemma Aveira found herself in.

 

[Aveira Dax]

Aveira offers [member="Ballen-Ist"] to join her at a table while she waits for the food to be prepped. "I would be very appreciated." she said in a kind tone then smiled softly. Shortly after, a mess hall worker comes over and sits down a plate with a meat sandwich, salad and some coffee. He would then turn to Ballen and ask if he would like something.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"I'm fine. Leave us," Ballen-Ist spoke, not in the mood for food or drinks. He hardly ever was, he couldn't even remember the last time he had sat down for an expensive meal. "Good. Before you move on to more powerful techniques, you'll need to hone the basics," the Red Sith said, knowing that she already had a talent for telepathy. Her Zeltron heritage would help her out greatly in that department, though the Knight did not have many mental based abilities to teach.

The neutral powers that most apprentices knew was what he intended to teach [member="Aveira Dax"], and afterwards if she succeeded, the more difficult abilities. Like lightning, and maybe even the Kro Vaar arts. "Once you're ready, meet me in the training room." Ballen-Ist concluded, standing up from the table and walking away through the nearby doorway.

 

[Aveira Dax]

A Zeltron's gotta eat! It was true, they had the metabolism that burned through calories like no ones business. Aveira ate the sandwich then the salad and rest of the meal before standing up and would join [member="Ballen-Ist"] about thirty minutes later. "I as starving!" she exclaimed then smiled a little (Lucky punk can eat and not gain a pound for long).

"What first?" she asked while watching her Sith Master as she grew anxious to learn more.

 

[Ballen-Ist]

"Telekinesis," Ballen-Ist would reply, unhooking a dark metallic saber hilt from his belt before tossing it through the air. With little effort, the Pureblood would utilize the force, wrapping a telekinetic sheet of energy around the weapon in order to have it hover in front of the Zeltron. It would slowly float forward, until she decided to take it in her hands.

"Through meditation, you can gain control over the force. Focus, feel the energy within and around you. Bend it to your will, imagine holding the saber with only your psyche." The Sith instructed, assuming she would be capable of lifting such a small object after some concentration. It would take more practice before [member="Aveira Dax"] moved onto large things.