Zeta had his arms crossed as he stood behind Zandor, he laughed just a little.

"Explain? I don't believe I'm the one that needs to explain. I believe you're the one who needs to be doing the explaining. Mind telling me what that conversation was about? Or do I have to find a certain means of getting it out of you?"

He glares at him for a mintue then sits back in his chair. "It's...like this...We, as in me and her, are trying to get back at a group of certain...."creatures" lead by a human rat. They've put most of her fighters out of commision and she asked me to help. I entered with some "friends" to fight for me. Didn't go as planned. So, she requested me do find someone better. Being her friend, I helped her, for a price as well. It's not all about these fights...there are some....how do I put it? Grudges against each other. I'd rather not get into the details...."

Zeta was silent for a few moments, looking deeply at Zandor, he spoke after some time.

"Oh, but I do think you need to get into details...For I heard the entire conversation, Zandor. I can mask my presence. Now, explain again, leave nothing out..nothing..."

Zandor glares at him. "You'll learn all you want, <!--EZCODE BOLD START--> when<!--EZCODE BOLD END--> we get there. She knows more of the details then me. It'll only be a few more hours..."

"Don't play me for a fool, Zandor.."

He said nothing more and made his way back to his seat. All the hoppers were still in their sleeping state. Zeta would not be made a fool of, by no one, not one single person.

"...............he who thinks he is wise is the true fool." He faces the view screen again, and rests leans his head back.
<!--EZCODE ITALIC START--> Baka human. They fail to understand us. They imprison us, use as slaves, servants, and pets. And they still don't understand us. Our intire race, along with at least twenty others finally got away. To that one planet...well......soon, those humans decendants will pay. And then.........<!--EZCODE ITALIC END-->
He opens his eyes and stares up at the ceiling. "Zeta...if he doesn't start actting better.........well, he'll learn to respect us. Humans are so stupid. They judge us by our size. Well, they'll see...."

Zeta sat back in his seat, looking from hopper to hopper.

Subordinating fools!

Granted that Zeta was the type to cause trouble but those hoppers had brought the actions from Zeta that were place upon them all onto themselves. Zeta did not likke being pushed around AZandor was insistant on pushing Zeta around and he didn't like it. He knew he didn't have to be here, it was the task itself that had brought him here. Though perhaps he knew he was causing more trouble for himself then need be, but the hoppers had seemed to had struck a nerve in Zeta. He had to keep his cool, what he knew he would keep to himself. No matter how much he wanted to lash out upon those creatures, he wouldn't. He could do that later, at the very end.

(OOC I have yet to figure him out. If he'd calm done his attitude these things wouldn't happen. Someone has to much pride and has no patience. :rolleyes OOC)

Zandor sits there, thinking. His eyes were closed and his tail was hanging out of the chair. Tatoonie's large shape growing ever closer.

ooc: :evil

ic: Zeta watch as a few of the hoppers seemed to stir in their sleep, some of them murmering things that Zeta could not quite make out. He paied such things no mind though, trying to occupy his mind until they would arrive on Tatooine, thinking mostly of fight techniques.

Zandor gets up and walks back into the cabin. He face Zeta, looking directly into his eyes. "Why do you treat us like we're infierier? You don't know half our power. Tell me, why is it you treat us like this?"

(OOC..........:rolleyes He keeps the attitude up, he'll pay for it. OOC)