*Kioet walks into the docking bay, towards his missile boat, and stops abruptly*
Kioet: Leave me.
Garstan: But I was told to make some modifications to your ship.
Kioet: It's already modified and upgraded, and it's just been fueled, which is the reason why I came here to begin with, no do not continue to annoy me or I will mount your head on the nose of it. Go tell your master that I'm on my way there right now.
Garstan: whatever you say.
*Garstan turns and walks away, Kioet opens the hatch to his missile boat, hops in and sets the coordinates while grumbling under his breath*
Kioet: annoying calamarians.
*The missile boat lifts off the dockingbay platform and disappears into the clouds*
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.