Kioet to Irvine:
"Whoa, I've seen many weapon cases, including a few lightsaber cases, but have never seen one as rare."
*Kioet gazes at the lightsaber box, just awed by it*
"Would you be willing to trade it? I happen to have a full supply of weapons in the cargo hold of my Sentinel-Class Imperial Landing Craft. They're all yours if you're willing to make the trade. Of course, if you don't want to trade it, I'd be willing to help you find someone who could open it for you."
*Kioet takes a sip of beer*
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.