"The tournament will be in 2 days. That is unless Zandor "talks" the judges into doing it ealier." She smlies slightly. "There are 12 opponents. They draw numbers for each one of them. In the first battles, who ever wins advances to the next round, and the loser has to wait till next year. They keep battleing like this till it reaches the finals. The last two warriors face off and the winner fights the last years champion. If he wins, he or she is the new champion."

Zeta had never been in a tournament before, just in battles. They were the kind of battles you either won or lost, or died trying to win. Zeta always went in, first hand, knowing about his opponents, this, this was different. He would be seeing each fighter for the first time. He really would have prefered to watch, he did not like his odds at the moment.

"What happens if I do not win?"

"Well, you're out of the tournament. Zandor will take you back home. If he said he'd ki|| you, he was lieing. He says that to all the fighters, it's to give them motivation and to get them here. He wouldn't really do it, I hope..." She looks at Zandor for a mintue then back to Zeta.

Zeta chuckled.

"I would not go down easily, perhaps I wouldn't go down at all. I say that not because of his size mind you, but because I can fight just as well as anyone else can."

Zeta remains quite for a time.

"What about those other hoppers', Zandor's friends, they seem to dislike me. They dislike me because they do not understand me. I am a Sith, I can't change the way I am, nor do I wish to."

Zandor answered his question before Lina could open her mouth. "Most of them are simply scared of you, that or they just want to stay out of your way. We've got good minds and know to stay out of the way. Plus, they haven't exactly seen many Sith before. Only a couple are force sensitive. Me and Darbock are two of the few."

"I am quite mild for a Sith, actually, there are far many more mean spirited Sith than I. The Darkside is our path. We feed off of anger and hate. We long to make others sugger, it is our way. We let nothing nor no one stand in our way. I have taken a few lives myself, but I had reasons for doing so. Many a Sith just take a life because they can, I take lives because they deserve it..."

Lina nods and sits back in her chair. "Well.........I'm sure your wondering as to why where doing this."
"Lina...do you really have to get into all that...?"
"If he wants to know, Zandor."

(OOC Gotta go. Nice job in the RP. OOC)

"I'm sure you have your own reasons.."

Zeta had his own beliefs already as to why Zeta was partaking in the tournament, revenge, simple revenge. He didn't really need to ask any questions, he would get all of the answers in due time.

Lina merely shrugs and and smiles slightly. "Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

Dora and Darbock seperate and Dora walks down a few alleys. He jumps into a small land speeder and zooms into the desert, heading toward a large rock formation.

(OOC Dun dun dun. The plot thinkens. :b OOC)

Lina merely shrugs and and smiles slightly. "Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

Dora and Darbock seperate and Dora walks down a few alleys. He jumps into a small land speeder and zooms into the desert, heading toward a large rock formation.

(OOC Dun dun dun. The plot thinkens. :b OOC)