((k check your pm, red))
*Kioet carries the box back to his ship*
*Kioet finds a button on the box, presses it, and the box becomes visible, it is locked however.*
Kioet: It's locked.
*Kioet climbs into his ship, and sets the box down beside him*
Kioet: I'm getting off this world. Where will I meet you?
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.