Zeta snarled, gritting his teeth together slightly.

..and what I find disappointing in you, is your knack for being nosey...Get over it little one...

Zeta stood in his place, quietly observing the hopper as he walked toward the ship.

The crew finishes loading and begins to board the ship. "Well, are you comeing?" A pure yellow Hopper looks up at him. It's red eyes looking straight into his. White circles surround both of it's eyes and it's yellow tail is on the floor. "Well, get on board. We're leaving in 10 minutes."

"I was waiting on your fantastic crew," Zeta said sarcastically.

"A rather slow crew, might I add..."

He gave the hopper an annoyed look, but willingly made his way toward the ship, boarding it quickly. A look of disgust crossed his face when he saw how many hoppers were aboard the ship.

"Hmm, which one of you wishes to die first so that I may have a place to sit?..."

He glances around, looking from hopper to hopper.

3 of them scatter from their chairs, the rest sit there, glaring at him. The Hopper that asked him to board walked passed him. The strange thing about this one, it had an eye in the back of it's head, which, was staring directly at Zeta.

"You might want to just sit down." Zandor enters from a door in the front. "Some of them are scared eaisly, others, will attack you without a second thought. So I suggest you keep your temper down." He walks back up front, and the engines begin to hum.

Zeta laughed shortly, and then cut the laughter short.

"That matters to me not. I do as I please, Zandor, that is something you should learn from me."

He went silent, taking a seat next to another empty seat.

"When do you think we are due to arrive?"

"If things go smoothly, it'll be a day at the most. We have a room for someone of....your size on the ship. If you want to go there, ask one of them." Waves a hand at the Hoppers. "Now, I'll be back in awhile." He walks to the front of the ship and shuts to door.

A Hopper, looking allot like Zandor, looks up at Zeta. "So, what's he using you for? If it's the samething as the last guy..." He shivers slightly.

Zeta turned his head just slightly to look at the hopper addressing him.

"Let me guess, the poor soul is dead, am I right?"

Zeta raised a hand to silence him.

"I am to fight for him, it's something I do quite often and I'm still alive...Which is something you won't be if you proceed to ask me just one more question..."

He nods at him. "Well, the last guy, he's not de@d yet. Zandor had him and some others attack a theft organization. They managed to get in and steal the required things. But what Zandor didn't count on is them having Destroyer droids. Half the attackers were ki||ed, the rest, as far as we know, are being tortured at the such." He leans back in his chair. "My name is Darbock, yours?"

"Zeta...Tell me, do you hoppers' ever sleep, or do you believe in annoying others? It's a wonder the people whom work for you hoppers' don't go off and shoot themselves upon meeting you."

Zeta sat back in his chair and closed his eyes, not without being aware of all that was around him.

<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> This guy is weird. It's like it would ki|| him to talk to someone. Just like all humanoids, stupid. They think they're supirior because they're bigger. Well, they seem to have tiny brains to me. Like those Bakus. Humans...Bakus...ha!<!--EZCODE ITALIC END--> Darbock curls up in a tight ball and quickly falls asleep.