Rebuilt Cantina on Tatooine
*Kioet is drinking his last credits, almost literally*
Kioet: I hate making decisions. Everytime I decide something...
*Kioet finishes his drink, and takes notice of a young woman watching him*
Kioet: That's about it. I've just had it with people watching me like I'm some kind of experiment just ready to explode... I'm just about out of credits too, dammit...
Kioet: I'll do a little gamble..If I could convince this young woman who has the nerve to stare at me like that to buy me a drink, I'll take orders from Farran and Artemis for now on. If she refuses, I'll just kidnap and interrogate, then dispose if necessary.
*Kioet stands up, and walks towards the young woman*
Kioet: Why are you staring, I'm thirsty. I've got no credits. The price for staring is a drink. No drink, no- *stun blaster goes off and Kioet loses consciousness*
young woman: hahahahaha. excellent.
*Kioet wakes up, breathing heavily*
Kioet: WHERE THE HELL AM I????? WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED!?!?!?!? WHERE'S MY DAMN ARMOR?!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!? AND WHY THE HELL AM I IN A CELL?!?!?!?!?!?
*in a rage, Kioet begins ramming himself against the cell-door*
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.