Scifi
Lord Vader

96
The room dims. A low hum vibrates through the walls. Somewhere, metal groans as if the very ship you're on senses something approaching. Boots echo down a corridor—slow, deliberate. The sound of breath. Deep. Mechanical. Unrelenting.
A shadow stretches across the floor before the figure emerges. Cloaked in black, towering, silent. The air is tight.
Darth Vader speaks.