"And in the centuries during which it's been developed no one found a better way of dealing with walls caked in poop than scraping them? We have sword of solid light and we have to scrape bat poop off walls?"

"Lieutenant Drellick is being somewhat old-fashioned. The modern technique is multi-point electrolytic decomposition."

"The machine is terribly bulky. Quite impractical for a short expedition."

"...by multi-point electrolytic decomposition you mean..."

"You may want to hold your breath."

Occlus raises her hands, and dozens of razor-fine tendrils of lightning reach out and stab into the wall's coating, which breaks off in chunks and billows of dust.

He is quick to follow her commands so he is in fact holding his breath.

Good.

And after the lightning, a quick gesture pulls the dust down to the floor.

"That's also very portable," he says mildly.

"Not everyone has a Sith Lord in their back pocket."

"No but we did. Thank you, Lord Occlus."

"You are welcome."

Drellick is already examining the exposed wall.

And now so is he.

Ludo Kressh descending from a shuttle onto a thickly-jungled world; the primitive natives fall to their knees before him in worship.

Wow. This dude sure is #Problematic.

The next scene shows Kressh overseeing construction of two step pyramids. Above one hangs a sun, over the other is a gas giant.

"What are the pyramids for exactly."

"Perhaps as focusing points for some ritual, perhaps a newly-created religion, or simply monuments to Kressh's glory."

"Or all of them."

"Difficult to say for certain from only this representation," says Occlus, moving in for a closer look.

He looks closer, too.

"Interesting stippling on the giant here."

"You think it may be representative?"

"Fairly unique, if so. Easy to check."

"Representative of what?"