*Kioet finds two R-41 starchasers next to the shuttle*
Kioet to Nimalf: hey, looks like we each get our own ship!
*Kioet uses the passkey to open the hatch, and hops inside the R-41*
Kioet: too bad they didn't bother refitting it with advanced missiles...
*seconds later the R-41 lifts off the platform and takes off towards the hyperspace route to Tatooine*
Kioet: There's gotta be a better way to make a living
((oos: sorry, just had to throw that in))
*Kioet's R-41 goes into hyperspace*
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.