*Kioet gets up*
((OOS: Kioet: Maybe he gave you the finger in a coruscant traffic jam?))
Kioet: I've had a run-in with him before, he tried to steal some of my weapons, the idiot didn't know that I was the rebel's weapon supplier, I laughed so hard when I saw how fast he ran away. It seems as if he still hasn't learned how to avoid mistakes like that, by the looks of it, he probably stole something from a council member...important documents, perhaps?
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.
Last edited by Rogue15; 11-04-2002 at 11:21 PM.