The message was received, and heeded, but he wished to wait. Snack new Zeta's undying loyalty to him, and knew that the Sith Knight always wanted to keep Snack up to date with his doings. But sometimes, one had to do things with or without people knowing. With or without someone else's permission. He had conifidence in his apprentice. He was smart and leathal in the Darkside of the Force, and would make the right decision. If not, it would be a valuble learning experience.

Lightyears away from where the two hoppers and Zeta were, Snack sat in an office chair in the capital building in one of the major cities on Kuat. He looked over tha datapads and holopads of the TNSO held planet, making sure everything was running smoothly and efficiently.

He kept his mind open to the Force, keeping tabs on Zeta's where abouts. He was on the move, though, not sure where too. With an expressionless face, Snack closed the data packets, pleased with the progress at which Kuat was growing. He stood up, and began to walk, making his way towards the exit of the building.

(OOC *whistles* Thanks for coming. ^_^ Nice post. OOC)

ooc: Thankie, Snack. Yup, nice indeed.

ic: Zeta looked at Zandor out of the corner of his eyes as he continued to walk. He didn't like that the hopper was asking him so many questions, and in turn, he not answering Zeta's questions.

"You ask too many questions, questions which really do not concern you."

A light grins forms on his face. <!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> It's useful to know how well you've been trained. There are four levels of the tourament. C Class, B Class, A class, and S class. You're going to be in S Class. It's where the toughest ones are. Not many even make it out alive... <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

"I have known Master Snack for many years, I have traveled far and wide with him, and he has taught me all I know now. I am still learning, there is still much that I have not learned. I do have experience, experience that will stick with me until the day I die."

Zeta walked with his hands behind his back, emotionless as ever.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> The day you die will be far from now. I can tell it. If your master does come, I do hope he joins the tornament. I'll have to powerful warriors on my team. Unfortunatlly, the third is ill and cannot fight. Shame, she was a strong warrior. But, you're probably better than her anyway. Is the lightsaber your only weapon? <!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->

He takes another left and walks down the sidewalk, dodgeing most of the people in his path.

It is the only weapon I need. Often at times, I do not use it, I do not need to. The force does what my saber can not, it serves me well. Sometimes the force is not always enough and I must use whatever I can manage with. Anything around me can be used, I just must craft it for my own use.

Zeta was growing rather impatient during this journey, they had been walking for quite some time now. He still had not heard from his Master, but he was assured that perhaps his Master wished to let him alone upon this journey, and Zeta was just fine with that. He only hoped he had made the right decision for himself. He had wanted reassurance from his Master, but it was not given, it was a first for Zeta. An experience he would have to learn to deal with, for he knew Snack would not always be by his side. Zeta had to learn and grow on his own as well. Failure was not an option for Zeta. If he should happen to fail, he would not dwell upon it, but rise back onto his feet and continue on his path, making the mistake he may might make, not a mistake the next time around.

Zandor finally turns one last corner and heads toward a small hanger. Inside was a long ship with a small wings sticking out of either side. It's body was an oval shape, curving down in the front with a window on the upper part of it. A turrent was ontop of it and along it's side in gold letters where the words, "Galaxy Hopper". Several creatures where scurrying around it, fueling, reloading, and pulling supplies into it.

"Such an appropriate title," Zeta said dryly.

He watched with small amusement as the hoppers' around the ship were busy pertaining to different varies duties.

"Quite interesting," Zeta said in a short manner.

He grew tired of watching.

"Perhaps you could tell your little friends to move it along, before I do it for them..."

"They'll be done in a minute or two. They've already reloaded the weaponry and refueled it. The only thing left it getting the supplies." Zandor turns to him and looks up at him. "What I find dissapointing in you is your lack of patience." He turns back to the ship, walking toward it, his furry feet barely making any sound.