❝ STEP ASIDE, ENSIGN. Lord Vader is going to do a personal inspection of the shipments. You don’t wanna’ get in his way. ❞ Says the anonymous trooper as kindly herds the cargo pilot into a corner. Vader follows soon after, shadows appearing to accrete wherever he walks, traversing the interior of the shuttle like a fever wasp, death slung beneath the smooth insectoid sheen of his armor. && with a sting to match by the looks of the lightsaber swinging from his hip.
❝ They’re not here. ❞ He says after several minutes of searching through the stores. The stormtroopers all seem to let out one collective breath of relief. But the moment Vader moves again they’ve stood to attention, too wary to fully drop their guards when playing audience to a predator. ❝ Where is the pilot? ❞
The stormtrooper who had graciously hidden Ensign Rook from the Sith Lord takes a step to the side, && Lord Vader weighs the entirety of his attention on the man’s face. ❝ Where are you taking this cargo? ❞
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