*Kioet wakes up...dazed*
Kioet: "What's going on?"
*Kioet is laying on the floor of the cargo bay, he sees a great light, coming from outside the ship, and quickly covers his face*
Kioet out loud: "OH GREAT! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I'LL BE SELLING TO THE WRONG BUYERS ON PURPOSE!!!"
*Kioet crawls slowly towards the cockpit, notices some credits laying on the floor next to him and picks them up*
Kioet: "How thoughtful..."
*Kioet gets in the cockpit, and presses a button, which closes and locks the door behind him, then gets up on his pilot seat, and presses a button on the console, which turns the holocam on, and Kioet can see what's going on outside, and observes what is taking place before his very eyes*
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.
Last edited by Rogue15; 10-29-2002 at 04:32 PM.