Zeta nodded slightly.

"Which side of the force do they belong to? I am curious..."

In the back of Zeta's mind, he felt a disturbance with one of the hoppers he had met earlier, aboard the ship, but he had no idea of what was going on.

"We don't exactly belong to either....yet. Some are more good/bad than others. But nobody really wants to leave. We're trying to find a world we can live on before we start doing the such...it's hard sometimes...makeing these choices..." Zandor looks down at the ground for a minute then back up.

Zeta turned for a moment to look at Zandor, his left eyebrow rose suspiciously

"There are some that do not have to make the choice...Have you heard of Shadow Jedi?"

He turned his head back around to watch one of the hoppers who now had a hand raised, sparks flying from it's own small fingers.

"Yes. We have. But some would rather be one or the other. We let the do as the please, it's their choice. But, most choose to stay..."
He watches the lighting bolts streak across the ground and smash into the iron target.
"And some...they make their choice and leave. Most, are never seen again..."

Zeta placed his hands behind his back, still looking at the one hopper attentively while still talking to Zandor.

"..and what about you? Where do you belong in the big picture of things? I don't catch you as a Darksider, nor a Ligfhtsider, so what are you then? You seem to know of both..."

"......I am what I am. I neither good nor evi|. I am merely another follower of dreams and where fate leads me. I'll probably die in a gutter." He grins as he says this, not caring about anything else at the moment."

Another Hopper stands at another target. It's about 5 ft. away from him and he stares intently at it. His arm stretches out at a lighting quick speed smacking the target a snapping back.

Dora walk into the cave, lighting a lanturn and heading down a series of tunnels.

Zeta had been paying attention to Zandor's words but he was addressing something else at the moment.

"Your friend...he appears to be quite a distance away from here now. I mention this because all the others...they are much closer near by. I can feel each presence. Once a force signature has presented itself to me, I never forget it, ever.."

He looked around once more, looking for something in particular.

"Who is the lead hopper around here?"

"Friend? Which friend?" Zandor gives him a questioning look.

The Hopper repeatally stretches it's arm in this fasion, hitting the target multiple times. It's arm snapping back after stretching the full 5 ft.

Zeta shakes his head in a no fashion.

"I do not know which one, it is either Dora or Darbock, I can't tell. The presence is much too far away for me to reach and idenify it completely."

Zeta grewed annoyed with Zandor not answering his question.

"I answered yours, now you answer mine. Which is the lead hopper here?"

Zandor looks around before answering. "Well, me really. But when I'm away, Dora or Darbock is in charge. If they're gone, Lina usally is in charge. Most, if not all of the Hoppers treat her like an older sister, some like a mother...."

Dora continues through the cave.