*Kioet puts his comm away*
Kioet: alright, Zey. I got the coordinates, now we need to get to my ship and get over there.
Kioet: You'll see.
Zey: ok...where's your ship?
Kioet: It's in the docking bay. How far away are we?
Zey: We're not far. it's just upstairs.
Kioet: alright. I'll put my suit on, and we can get out of here.
*Kioet puts his suit on*
Kioet: ok let's go.
*Kioet and Zey walk up the stairs into the docking bay*
Kioet: There's my ship....I never knew there were rooms below the docking bay.
Zey: Nice ship.
*Kioet presses a control on his suit, which lowers the boarding ramp*
Kioet: alright. let's go.
*Kioet and Zey board Kioet's ship, the loading ramp folds up, and the ship takes off*
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.