The Zuum nods scans his face. "Well, you certainly aren't a human...well, a pure human. I've only seen one other like you, but he's long de@d. I must say, you do look quite frighting..."

Zandor heads into town, looking for Zeta.

Darbock and Dora follow him quickly.

He can feel Zandor's presence, particularly because Zandor is searching for him. He speaks through his mind.

The local bar...

Zeta nods to the Zuum.

"Do you remember his name?"

Zeta knew of whom the Zuum spoke of, but he was jsut merely trying to keep the Zumm occupied until Zandor arrived.

"...well, he was quite tall. Scary lookin' fellow. Came around here looking for some...ummmm...royal lady. Sorry, my memory is a bit hazy. Let's see....he said his name was....Maul...yeah, Maul. Odd name, but, Sith and Jedi do have odd names."

Zandor heads toward the bar. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Okay. The fight will start at 10:0 0.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

ah, very well, Zandor. I see you were able to start the tournament early, maybe you're not so bad after all.

A small smile crossed Zeta's lips as he replied.

"I've...never heard of him."

He was lieing though, he had heard of Maul, who hadn't though.

"What brings you to the bar?"

"Nothing much. I live around here, most people here do. We have this tournament every so often...once a year of something. That Zandor character, he seems to get the thing started earlier and earlier every year. The judges don't say anything about, but he's up to something. I don't trust him one bit. Me think he's forcing that Lina to do something, Zandor isn't one to be taken lightly. They may be small, but those Hoppers a crafty."

Zandor grins. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> I'll take that as a compliment.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

Zeta chuckled lightly.

"Yes, I've learned not to underestimate Zandor's kind. Though I usually don't underestimate anyone. Anyway, I'm not sure what to make of Zandor, I do know however, that i don't like some of his fellow hoppers."

Pah! A compliment! You are mistaken!

Perhpas Zeta had given the young hopper a compliment, perhpas not, but Zandor would never really know for sure, or would he?...

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Are you sure it is I who am mistaken? I merely said I'd take it as a compliment, I never said what I really thought about it.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

The Zuum nods slowly. "Yes, Dora and Darbock a distrustful. Zandor blindly puts his full trust in them. But that Dora has been up to something lately. He's been disappering more and more as the tournament draws nearer. Darbock just stays close to Zandor, he keeps an eye on Dora. I don't think they trust each other."

Zeta rubbed at his chin slowly, listenting to Zandor and the Zuum at the same time. It took him a moment to reply to Zandor, as he was thinking of the right words to say.

Take it as you will, hopper, take it as you will.

Zeta would never admit it, but he knew the hopper knew. Zeta was too proud, as many Sith were...

He looked the Zuum over, giving him a detailed look over.

"You seem to know much about the people here..."

"That's what happens when you live here for 10 years. Normally, I would be considered quite old. The 'monsters' around here had short life spans. The oldest was 12 years old. That was back on the old planet. Now, we've developed away to live ALLOT longer. It's better for allot of us, but, some should be de@d."

Zandor grinned slightly, and continued toward the bar.

"I've known many a wise persons, many..."

He did. He had learned much as his time as a Sith thus far. Not just from his fellow breathren, but from the Jedi as well, though he would never tell that to a lightsiders face, never.

"I sense you are quite wise as well."

He could feel Zandor's presence enter the bar, yet he did not acknowledge it, not yet.