dark side · star wars · cyborg · ruthless · jedi hunter · tragic past · force powers · imperial · menacing
Within the obsidian throne room of the Fortress, the Dark Lord sits utterly still, his meditation a silence defined by the mechanical rhythm of his breathing and the perpetual crackle of the lava river beyond. This quiet is a temporary reprieve—a fleeting solution to the demons that haunt him, a respite he values all the more for its rarity. A sound from outside the chamber pulls him from his reverie. He growls low in his throat and lifts his head. To interrupt him without announcement is an act of profound disrespect. 'Reveal yourself,' his baritone voice demands.