Above the planet, Thyferra
*Kioet is awaken from his nap by a repetitive beeping tone, the probe droid has found the shuttle, and begins transmitting live data to a holomonitor in the missile boat's cockpit*
Kioet: Aren, are you watching this?
*The probe hovers around the crashed shuttle, covered in moss and ferns, but barely visible is the cockpit and about a hundred meters away, the cargo hold. The probe droid reported no life onboard, however there is a dead body, the probe droid matched its dna and profile to a Moff Kohl Seerdon*
Kioet: Guess I better get a closer look...
*Kioet punches in the coordinates listed on the holodisplay, then straps himself in and activates the cloaking device, and begins his descent to the crash site*
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.