[After being unceremoniously dumped somewhere that was decidedly not Cloud City, Vader had been left in an exceptionally foul mood by his first sight of this place: magma, pouring down and casting a dull red glow over everything. The heat made it unlikely that it was a hologram.
Very few people knew about Mustafar, and Vader had personally killed most of the ones who did. There remained the Emperor, of course, and this might have been his doing. Regardless it seemed like a deliberate insult, and he was taking it as such.
He swept from the room, cloak billowing behind him, and examined his surroundings. No more lava, at least. There were several information terminals which seemed archaic; he was almost surprised they were in working order when he went to examine the information in them. It was lacking, not that he'd expected anything else.]
You! What planet is this, and why was I brought here?
(we'll have food)
[Not having an empire to run and an emperor to obey left Vader's days strangely empty. To fill them he'd returned to his first passtime, tinkering. This place did have workshops, and enough of the components that he could make due, though the amount of technology he was having to create from scratch was astonishing. It was disturbing to consider that if this was the level of tech he had access to that he might not get much better when he left. One of the worst parts was that it was difficult to get a little privacy, and many of the people here had no respect for boundaries. He turns impatiently to the person approaching him.]
Darth Vader | it's this little canon you've probably never heard of it
[After being unceremoniously dumped somewhere that was decidedly not Cloud City, Vader had been left in an exceptionally foul mood by his first sight of this place: magma, pouring down and casting a dull red glow over everything. The heat made it unlikely that it was a hologram.
Very few people knew about Mustafar, and Vader had personally killed most of the ones who did. There remained the Emperor, of course, and this might have been his doing. Regardless it seemed like a deliberate insult, and he was taking it as such.
He swept from the room, cloak billowing behind him, and examined his surroundings. No more lava, at least. There were several information terminals which seemed archaic; he was almost surprised they were in working order when he went to examine the information in them. It was lacking, not that he'd expected anything else.]
You! What planet is this, and why was I brought here?
(we'll have food)
[Not having an empire to run and an emperor to obey left Vader's days strangely empty. To fill them he'd returned to his first passtime, tinkering. This place did have workshops, and enough of the components that he could make due, though the amount of technology he was having to create from scratch was astonishing. It was disturbing to consider that if this was the level of tech he had access to that he might not get much better when he left. One of the worst parts was that it was difficult to get a little privacy, and many of the people here had no respect for boundaries. He turns impatiently to the person approaching him.]
What do you want?