" Yes my lord. How would you have me kill him, Zeta? Personally, using a lightsaber on an individual of this unworthiness is not my first choice. I would much rather skin him alive with my blade,s lowly, then right when he's still alive enough to feel pain, burn him alive. Woudl that be acceptable?"

Zeta rolled his eyes slightly, and he became a bit irritated.

"I do not care, Skywalker, just kill him, preferably...today."

*Han grinned sadistically.*

" Yes master."

""c'mere you." Han siad to the frightened teenager, Grabbing his head, and slowly pulling his blade across t he teenagers boddy, stoping ast several points to peel a layer of skin or two off.

"Stop screaming. It hurts my ears. In fact, i tire of toying with you. Enjoy a long and agonizing death." With that Han's blade pierce d the boy in teh stomache, leaving him gasping to certain doom, but a painful and long death that would b e prolonged for hours.

"Interesting..."

Zeta began to walk away.

"Good, stay with him until he is dead. Then meet me back on the training grounds."

*Han had a look of anger on his face. He looked down at the dying slave, waited, as his agonizing crys, cried for help, for healing, for assitance, becasue he knew he was dying. Han jsut sneered. A few hours later, the man died. Han got up, left, and walked to the training grounds*

Zeta stood within the middle of the training grounds, his arms crossed, his eyes closed. That is how Han found him. The Zabrak had heard Han as Han called out his name, but he did not respond, not even a twinge from Zeta. So lifeless, so...nothing.

He continued to remain like this, all the while, being aware of Han's very presence. He would observe Skywalker's reactions.

Just another test...

*Han saw his master, Zeta, standing lifeless, eyes clsoed, and arms crossed. He wasn't sure what to think, but he knew it was another test. He probed the force, feeling for any sort of Essence coming from Zeta, and when he found it, He smiled.*

" So, Master, How long were you expecting it to take me to find you, to figure out this "Game"? Because although i respect yyuor judgement and your decisions, Would'nt it be more conducive to keep moving on in my training?"

This was a part of Han's training.

Still the Sith Lord said nothing, his stance remained ever the same, he continued to wait...

*Han sat there, studying the lifeless eyes of his master, unsure of how to go about this. At this point, he could brnadish his blade in anger to bring his master out of this pointless trance, sit and wait, or simply walk away. HE looked at the lifeless form, waiting.*

This would be the last time the Zabrak would wait, the last time Zeta would wait for...a reaction.

So far the newly appointed Sith had passed with flying colors, but even then, Zeta was surprised.

For for many Sith, patience was not something easily gained....