As he walked along the forests of Generis he sensed an unusual presence.
Fearsons!
Zeta's blood bagan to boil, he was heated with anger. A man who was supposed to be an Imperial Emperor but was exactly not so. An Emperor of The Rogue Empire, an Imperial Group, yet this fool represented himself as a Jedi, something Zeta did not understand. He was supposed to be a Darksider, was he not?
Zeta found the so like presence of scum, sitting, meditating, seeming to be in deep concentration.
I'm surprised you could find the time for such a thing as meditation, Fearsons, what with being incharge of a messed up Empire...
He had entered Fearson's mind now, making sure to get his attention.