*After ramming into the cell door a few times, Kioet sits down in the corner of the room*
Kioet: SOMEBODY HELP ME OR YOU ALL WILL DIE!!!!!!!!!!
*somebody walks down the hallway*
Kioet: Who's there?
*a young woman steps in front of the door to Kioet's cell*
???: Actually...my name is Zey.
Kioet: Why am I in a cell? I did nothing wrong.
Zey: I need a bodyguard.
Kioet: All you had to do was buy me a drink and ask me back at the cantina. But you didn't, you just fricken blasted me and threw me in this cell. Why the hell do you need a bodyguard anyway? Did I forget to mention that I'm taken?
Zey: Why else would I have you in a cell? You sound as if you need to be somewhere. Do you need to be somewhere?
Kioet: YES. like...NOW.
Zey: ok, I'll let you go. Under one condition.
Kioet: ok! whatever! just name it.
Zey: I get to go with you.
Kioet: oh, nothing. sure, come along I guess. I would like my armor back, and a comm...I have to contact my employer...Wait-Where am I, exactly?
Zey: You're still on tatooine, and inside my house.
Kioet: good. now, where's my stuff?
Zey: down the hall in the room on the left.
*Kioet stands up, walks past Zey, down the hall and into the room*
Kioet: good...it's all here.
*Kioet turns on the commlink*
Kioet: Farran, you there?!
Battle is a pure form of expression. It is heart and discipline, reduced to movement and motion. In battle, the words are swept away, giving way to actions-- mercy, sacrifice, anger, fear. These are pure moments of expression.