All Natural, Baby (Star Wars)

Maximalist Carvings and Simple Philosophies

     I really hate the trope in media where the antagonist/villain is all "oh, if you kill me now, you'll be just as bad as me!" No. Shut up. I do not care. If the villain has commit more crimes than I and is deserving of immediate execution, then I sure as hell am not gonna be as bad as them by ridding their danger from the Galaxy! Once more, I bring up Sheev Palpatine. He kind of played both sides of a war (how does one even do that?) and thus billions of lives were lost. On both sides. A person doesn't play chess against themself and loses on purpose!

     I'll be gone in a daaaaaaay.....

     A-ha's "Take on Me" had ended by the time I reached a dip in some rock formations. It was hard to tell with all the Force-forsaken sand, but it looked like some sort of structure. Maximalist engravings depicted great battles in Space and fleets destroying other fleets. That was some metal art, right there. I had tried carving stuff in an art class, and while I did do well on the assignment, I did accidentally end up scraping my own flesh a few times. It didn't do much damage besides surface-level bleeding, so the scrapes didn't scar.

     I slid down a slightly steep path, which caught me off guard as the shiver-me-timbers reflex made my spine go all staticky and cold for a moment. Is that normal to happen when you're surprised? I remembered slipping on ice one time and getting the same feeling. Nevertheless, I composed myself and treaded forwards, maybe looking for some kind of door.

     Obviously, finding the Sith Academy wasn't going to be as easy as, say, tying one's shoelaces. But I currently held the village record for fastest shoelaces tying, so maybe it wouldn't be so hard for me.

    The air chilled as I stopped in front of a darker shade of red brown, in a rectangular shape that blended seamlessly with the terrain, yet the color difference gave it away. It was about twice my height, so probably 10'6-ish. Judging by how the Force can exist in any living specimen, sensitive individuals could be as small as an Ewok or absolutely ginormous, like an AT-AT. To each their own, a door must confide. But how does one open an assumed-to-be entrance to a dark-side-meetup spot?

    A Sith Temple on Malachor V made a visitor have to use their brute anger to move the heavy entranceways with the Force. Was this a more provide-academy Sith school? Was there some sort of right-of-passages followers would need to complete to gain access? Maybe it was incredibly simple, I hypothesized as I tapped on the surface thrice.

   And the door immediately swung open, a corridor burrowing into the terrain, dark as space.

    That was incredibly convenient. I'm almost impressed.