it had to be done....

...didn't it?

It's been kicking around in my head for a awhile, and with the innundation of Star Wars that I've been going through for inspiration...

Choose the Force. Choose the Jedi. Choose a padawan. Choose a lightsaber. Choose a fucking big Republic, choose starfighters, landspeeders, holographic displays and electrical tractor beams. Choose good blasters, hokey religions, and mynock insurance. Choose fixed arc quad laser batteries. Choose a deflector shield. Choose your friends. Choose a protocol droid and a matching astromech. Choose T16 and wonder why the fuck you’re speeding down a desert canyon on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting in the Senate watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing bureacrats, spewing fucking useless rhetoric into your ears. Choose fading away at the end of it all, spending your last in a backwater planet, nothing more than a blue, glowing reminder of elegant weapons and civilized ages.

Choose the future.

Choose the Force.