*Kioet hops out of the cockpit and closes the hatch*
Kioet: Think I'll check out his cargo...
*Kioet walks on over to the downed ship's cargo hold, walks inside, his helmet's infrared activates instantly, their appears to be nothing there, but Kioet trips over something...*
Kioet: What the hell was that?
*Kioet touches the object he just tripped over, it's cloaked.*
Kioet: I found something. It's box-shaped, what the hell is it though?
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.