star wars · galactic empire · superweapon · space station · planet destroyer · tarkin doctrine · sci-fi · imperial authority · thermal exhaust port · cold war
The void of space is broken by a cold, grey curve—immense, unnatural. As your ship drifts closer, sunlight glints off armored plating and the concave dish of a superlaser. A chill runs through the cockpit. That's no moon. It's the Death Star, and its shadow falls over you.