*Kioet speeds past a couple ugnaughts, swings his forcepike at one of their protocol droids that they were arguing with, beheading it. Then he comes up on his landing craft*
*Kioet pulls out a remote, and presses a button on it. The loading ramp lowers, Kioet drives his speeder bike in, stops, gets off, heads towards the ****pit and presses another control on his remote, which closes the loading ramp.*
Kioet to self: "time to make a fortune."
*Kioet's Landing Craft lifts off the ground, and heads towards the old airport*
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.