Kioet to Irvine: "My ship isn't too far from here, but you'll probably need a swoop or speeder bike to get there. I recently picked up some of the higher-class weapons, all in working order, the victims of the weapons can't guarantee it!"
*lowers voice to a whisper*
"I've also acquired two All Terrain Personal Transports, one that I'd be willing to sell, it ain't gonna be cheap, considering all I had to go through to get it."
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.