Zeta sits, rubbing at his chin while deep in thought, thinking of the conversation Zandor had had between the woman and himself. Zeta knew he was being uesed, truth be known though, he didn't much care. He wasn't the type of man to care about anything, well then again, Zeta wasn't really a man at all, not entirely human, but he wasn't about to tell those little creatures this. He began to contemplate on what he should be doing about this mysterious woman.

Darbock speaks over the intercom. "15 minutes till landing on Tatoonie."
Dora paces the floor. "What about Ms. Lina? She might not like him."
"Doesn't matter if she likes him. She'll just have to deal with it. At least she's not human. Even though she's almost completely like one."
"....Duh."
"Don't act like I'm stupid."
"Your not?"
Zandor eyes narrow. "Shut up, the both of you."
"Yes sir."
"Yes, Zandor.
Zandor sits up in his chair. "The tournament starts in two days, so we'll have enough time to get everything ready."

Zeta clenched his fists together, a hard set look upon his face. His lack for patience was really starting to get at him. He had trouble sitting still. He quickly arose to his feet, anger rising to his face. He bagn to walk quickly toward the front of the ship, but he remembered how calm he needed to remain. By the time he had entered the front of the ship again, he was calm and relaxed. He noticed how crowded it was with so many hoppers up front, but he needed to be there at the moment. He addressed Zandor.

"I will need a place to practice before the tournament, will there be a place for me to practice?"

Zandor nods. "Yes, we've arranged a place for our fighters to train."
Some of the Hoppers inch out, still feeling uncomfortable around Zeta.
Dora faces him. "You'll have as much training as you need/want."
Drabock piolots the ship into the atmosphere. "We're almost there."
Zandor gets up and walks to the back of the ship, into his private quarters and pushes the door shut. It doesn't close all the way but he fails to notice.

Zeta makes his way back to his seat, not at all failing to notice Zandor walking into his private quarters, noticing the door as it only closes part way. He sits down in his seat, stretching out with the force, magnifying his hearing via the force, he listens...

"......the tournament...if we do win, what will he do then? I don't exactly trust this Sith. He'll probably try to ki|| us when he's done." He shakes his head and walks over to a chair, sitting down in it. "And if he doesn't do that...then what? Once he is done though, he'll get his prizes and we'll give him a ride back. Then, we'll be able to get rid of.......him......" He goes silent, thinking of the past.

Zeta took the last statement as if the hopper meant Zeta himself, his face remained expressionless the entire time as he was listening in on the hopper's words.

fool!He thought to himself, blocking it so that no one could hear his thoughts.

He continued to keep his hearing magnified, just to make sure that he had caught all that the hopper had to say.

"He, who inslaved us and sold us like house pets." Zandor shivers at the thought. "At least we got away. I can't belive he's over 200 years old though. The old fool. Humans think eternal life is a gift, I don't see as one though. Some on the other hand are good. But I doubt that'll last. Finally, after all this waiting, we'll finally get rid of him." Zandor gets up and stares out the window for a minute, a voice coming through the intercom interupts his thoughts.
"We'll be arriving at the space port in 5 minutes."

So it was not Zeta that Zandor was talking about. Zeta still thought him a fool though, thinking back to the conversation between Zandor and the woman. There was something about that woman, Zeta felt that she would betray the hoppers but there was no way to prove it, it was...just a feeling he had. They would see for themselves. He cut of his magnification and then reached out with the force instead to contact Zandor.

You are testing my patience, Zandor. I grow quite ugly when I grow impatient.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> All in due time. I may be able to get the tournament started ealier, if you want. If there's anything you want to know...feel free to ask. I've decided it wouldn't...be wise to hide things from you.<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Zandor grins slightly as he says this.