"Can you not go any faster?" Zeta snarled through clenched teeth.

Danger was growing stronger with each passing moment.

ooc: sorry.:/

Tagar mumbles something and speeds up, crossing the sandy plain quickly. His large feet left prints with each footfall, it would be easy to follow his trail.

Zandor growled when he reached a de@d end, and turned back to return to the fork in the path. He was getting tired of wandering around this cavern, twice he'd run into de@d ends, and 3 times he'd been attacked.

As he rounded the corner and walked down the opposite path in the fork, a large trap door opened and nearly swallowed him. Large spikes rested at the bottom of it, and the pit was to wide to jump. Zandor snarled and cursed. Normally he could jump this, but he was unsure on what would happen if he did land. Dora was known for his tricks, and he made it so there was no possible escape. He walked backa few paces, and ran toward the pit. Bending his knees for a split-second, he jumped...

By now Zeta had grown furious. He knew they were wasting time, valuable time. Zeta did the best he could though to surpress his anger, getting overwhelmed by his emotions would not help the two get there any faster. Though it was a sure bet that Zeta was not a happy camper to sat the least.

"Are you sure you know where you are going? We should have been there by now..."

Well they had finally got there, the big looking so called rock was just the entrance into the cave.

"This place is not safe, do not expect for me to help you out if you get stuck. We've already wasted too much time as it is...."

Somehow though, Zeta knew his words were a waste of breath. He knew Tagar could fend for himself, after all, he knew every area inside and out, didn't he?

The truth always comes out...

He would see just how much fact Tagar's words really were.

Zeta stopped dead in his tracks, sniffing the air. It was as if he were sniffing something unseen that only he could smell.

"Well, well, well...someone wishes to play hide and go seek do they??..."

Zeta laughed, his eyes baring no emotion but hatred and anger.

"Play time is over....find you I will and when I do...you will wish I never would have got the chance to find your pathetic body....Let us hope that Zandor finds you first, at least you will be somewhat prepared then.


...I am not as forgiving as your hopper friend may be. Cruelty and suffering will be the least of your worries when next we meet...."

If no one knew better, one might think that Zeta had gone loony, but in fact he hadn't. He could sense what the others around him could not. He knew Dora was there and that was whom he was speaking to now. He knew that Dora had gotten his message loud and clear, for even at some point in time, one always showed or gave off fear....and Dora, well, this was Dora's point in time, for a small amount of fear Zeta could now sense radiating off of Dora.

It was with this new found discovery that made a sinister smile fall upon Zeta's lips.

Fear is but for the weak...

The Sith went on, inching ever closer to seeking out his revenge.

Dora sat, shaking in his chair. "My lord...what the heck was that?!" He stared wide eyed at the screens, the top most one showing Zeta entering the caverns. Dora growled and cursed. He typed in a code, and activated every last trap he think of. "Ha. They both can't get past THAT."

"I don't know Dora, but you do know, you're gambling your life." The cloaked figure laughed, and disappeared through a doorway in the back.


Zandor hit the other side of the pit with a thud, nearly falling off. He caught him self and ran down the path quickly, caution thrown to the wind. He activated his lightsaber, and slashed through anything that he came across.

Which way to go...

Zeta silently thought to himself as he approached an area that went both left and right. He had followed the same path Zandor had followed, up until now at least.

Zandor had chosen to go off to the right, though Zeta had no idea of this....and so, this is where their paths did not match the same.

Zeta traveled off to the right, the darkness around him grew in depth as he went on. The force was always with him on his path, reaching out, he could discover the dangers that were ahead of him.

Tagar was no longer with him, at least Zeta could no longer feel him.

However, he couldn't worry about that now as the darkness continued to engulf him.

As Zeta walked, he worked, removing just one of the black gloves from his hands, his left. Tucking the black glove somewhere in his robe, he lifted his hand slightly, stretching his arm out slightly before him, placing his palm upward in view.

He manipulated the air molecules around his hand, warm air being created in the process. Faster and faster he manipulated the air currents near his hand, making the air do as he wanted to. His hand grew hot, too hot to touch. It had to be that way, had to for what he needed to create.

He laughed a monsterious laugh, laughing like a mad man.

"Let there be light!"

...And so it did come. Shooting straight out of the palm of Zeta's hand came a fire ball. The fire ball, no bigger than the size of his own hand, floated and drifted upward slowly before him. The fire ball kept its place, floating, moved forward, just about at eye level with Zeta.

A soft sinister smile came to the Sith's lips as he stopped walking ever so suddenly.

He did one of the most strangest things then, but Dora wouldn't have found it strange, no, not at all, he'd find it amazing maybe....

"Look closely my hopper friend...Are you ready??"

He jumped over the ground that was before him, landing safely on sturdy ground. Quickly Zeta turned to look down behind him, laughing for a moment as he did so. He watched with a hint of satisfaction in his eye as the stone he had jumped over plumetted down the deep path below.

The Sith Knight looked forward again, clearly disappointed as he shook his head.

"....Dora...You have much to learn. Too bad you haven't learned before now. It will be a shame that you won't learn more...Ah, but do not worry, I will make your death as pleasant as I can make it....Pleasant for me that is..."

He laughed again, his laughter echoing off of the cave walls.

The sound of a steady stream of water could now be heard just in ear shot of Zeta....

...He walked on...

OOC: My topic, has been stickyfied. ^^;

IC: Dora snarled and slammed his fists down on the computer. He typed in a new code, and grinned evi|y.

A large stone wall fell down infront of Zeta. Light shone through the new opening, an eerie blue light. The sound of flowwing water grew louder as he looked into it. The circular room was small, and the stream ran under the rocks and further into the cave. Small blue orbs lined the walls, giving off a faint glow. . .

Zandor breathed heavily as he stared at a large iron door. He knew, that behind this large door, was Dora. Slashed up turrents and a few robots lay around him, proof of his anger. Zandor had come from a small, but long line of force-sensitive-hoppers. Most had been more of a Sith, but a few were Jedi like. Zandor's father had been a Sith, and had trained him in the arts of the Dark Side.

Zandor called on the force and concentrated it around himself. He gathered it up and pressed it in around the door. Slowly, the door began to open.

Dora gaped at the opening door, trying desperatly to close it. Seeing that it was hopeless, he activated a few droids and turrents. Setting them to shôo on sight, he fled up a secret flight of stairs.