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Old 02-16-2004, 11:49 PM   #31
Rogue15
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*After ramming into the cell door a few times, Kioet sits down in the corner of the room*

Kioet: SOMEBODY HELP ME OR YOU ALL WILL DIE!!!!!!!!!!

*somebody walks down the hallway*

Kioet: Who's there?

*a young woman steps in front of the door to Kioet's cell*

Kioet: YOU.

???: Actually...my name is Zey.

Kioet: Why am I in a cell? I did nothing wrong.

Zey: I need a bodyguard.

Kioet: All you had to do was buy me a drink and ask me back at the cantina. But you didn't, you just fricken blasted me and threw me in this cell. Why the hell do you need a bodyguard anyway? Did I forget to mention that I'm taken?

Zey: Why else would I have you in a cell? You sound as if you need to be somewhere. Do you need to be somewhere?

Kioet: YES. like...NOW.

Zey: ok, I'll let you go. Under one condition.

Kioet: ok! whatever! just name it.

Zey: I get to go with you.

Kioet: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

Zey: what?

Kioet: oh, nothing. sure, come along I guess. I would like my armor back, and a comm...I have to contact my employer...Wait-Where am I, exactly?

Zey: You're still on tatooine, and inside my house.

Kioet: good. now, where's my stuff?

Zey: down the hall in the room on the left.

Kioet: great.

*Kioet stands up, walks past Zey, down the hall and into the room*

Kioet: good...it's all here.

*Kioet turns on the commlink*

Kioet: Farran, you there?!


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.
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