IC: *Zeta stood, in waiting, on the battlefield of Naboo. His battles all took place upon the same familiar terrain. This was his home, where he slept, ate, trained and must of all, where he faught. For Zeta it was nothing different, it was his life, it was part of the cycle of his life. It was a never ending cycle...*
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*Like all other battles, Zeta waited for his foe. It was his way of things. His foe always came to him, never the other way around. Today would be no different...*