*Kioet shuts off the monitor, presses a button that lowers the ramp, and exits the ****pit to go collect his weapons*
Kioet to self: "Oh, good. Doesn't look like any of them have been damaged...I would have liked to sell some of them, but that thing had to come and mess up a perfectly safe deal. I suppose I should head back to the cantina and see if I can get myself something to eat, maybe find out what's going on..I'm pretty sure there were some Jedi back there that might pay for what I just witnessed, luckily I've recorded it all."
*Kioet heads back into his ship, and takes off towards mos eisely*
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.