*in dantooine cantina*
Kioet: Well, well, well.....you must have been in the AT-PT patrol my squad took out.
Saurat: Correct. Now, where were we? Ah yes, I have a request of you.
Kioet: What's in it for me?
Saurat: Imperial Hardware. I needn't say more.
Kioet: Sounds like a deal. My orders?
Saurat: You are to go to Thyferra and locate the ruins of where my father's ship crashed after his faceoff with Skywalker. Once there, you are to report back via comm.
Kioet: Sounds easy.
Saurat: I hope so, for your sake. Before you leave, I'll have Garstan upgrade and outfit your ship.
*Saurat motions for Garstan*
Saurat: Garstan, do the necessary modifications to his ship, make it fast, I'm afraid we haven't much time.
*Garstan follows Kioet out the door of the Cantina, leaving Saurat by himself*
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.