"My people take war seriously," says Kuylen, simply. "We still carry swords at home," he says, taking down from the top of the armoury an ancient metal fencing epee, which he makes a few experimental swishes with. "They say that the skill to use a fencing sword like this is burnt into our genetic coding..." He smiles. "Using a lightsabre is the same principle."
"You should have more respect for the Jedi," says Kuylen. "They have both strength and power; I was proud to be one, and my family was proud I was one." Kuylen twists a ring on his finger. That's right, you rememebr now- you are vaguely aware that Kuylen belongs to a family of some importance. That ring holds his crest. "My final mission was to Hutt Space but I had made up my mind about things before then, when I was trainign Argentis; he didn't want to come. A shame. He was one of the fastest people I ever saw, and still only a Padawan.
"There was a mission..." Kuylen begins, and then stops. "But there is no time for this now. I need to load the tablets. Take what you want."
He leaves the room.