The shuttle was already well into hyperspace, flashing past stars and planets, blackholes and quazars, space dust and space debris. Snack had stayed in the cockpit, listening to his two Apprentices shoot retorts back to each other. Amusing as it was, Snack new that if they did not settle their differences, or at least put them aside for the time being, both would die. Whether it would be at the hands of Snack or at the claws of what they were going to be facing, the Force would decide. Standing from his seat, he entered the main hold, where both Zeta and Malice were.

"I'll tell you when you get there. It should only be about thirty minutes before we exit hyperspace."

Zeta was always the type not to want to ask questions, he liked to figure things out on his own. He would sometimes ask questions, but very rarely. Perhaps that put him at a disadvantage, but that did not really matter to him. He took things one step at a time, worked with the moment at hand and then went on from there.

He continued to look out his viewport, content to be left alone.

Malice nodded to Snack for partially answering his question.

*That long huh....well then i guess i'll meditate until we get there*

Malice leaned back against his chair and closed his eyes. He started meditatig on the force, drawing in the hatred and darkness into his body. Letting it flow like blood giving him strength. he would most likely need all the strength he had for this up coming mission. He still wondered why would anything take 7 days to do. Maybe it is a test to see if he can work together with Zeta without either of them killing each other. Only time would tell....and that time was winding down.