Kioet to self: I knew I was missing something...
*Kioet heads towards the weapons room, and notices two guys walk out, looking confused*
Kioet to Nimalf: They must be looking for their precious suits. I'll handle them.
*Kioet walks up behind them, puts a gloved hand on each, and squeezes just hard enough to render them unconscious*
Kioet: Let's arm ourselves.
*Kioet drags the two unconscious men into the room with him, finds a locker, and locks both of them inside it*
Kioet: Alright, I haven't seen this type of weapon before! I could make a ton of credits with it!!
Kioet: Why ARE we going to the arena?
*Kioet smiles beneath his visor, wondering why he hadn't thought of saying that sooner*
Suit: "To demonstrate the abilites of the Vanguard Elite against a group of Jedi Knights for the eyes of the Imperial Council
[full debriefing also available]"
Kioet: I don't think we need the full debriefing, let's just go rescue some Jedi and make a fortune!!! With these suits, we are INVINCIBLE!!!!!
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.