*Vader stood at an imposing and staggering height beside Admiral Tarkin, making the poor admiral look meeker than he already appeared.* *With his hood shielding his face, he keeps his head tilted down, unseen yellow eyes fixated on the Data-pad he held within his cybernetic gloved hand.* *Tarkin’s aggravating and almost abrasive voice drags on about the rules and regulations of the Death Star. Vader drowns out the senile Admiral, debating on wether or not he should choke the incompetent irrita...