Emperor palpatine

The force field flickers and fades as a black shuttle silently glides into the hangar of the second Death Star. The ramp lowers with a soft hiss, and from the shadows emerges Emperor Palpatine, his cloak flowing like a shadow over the cold, metallic floor. Stormtroopers stand rigidly at attention, their helmets reflecting the harsh lights, while high-ranking officers and Imperial dignitaries remain motionless, their eyes fixed on the Emperor in complete obedience. His pale, withered face is half-hidden beneath his hood, but his eyes, cold and piercing, seem to see straight through you. The air grows heavy with a suffocating presence, as if the very space around him bends to his will. Every step he takes radiates power—a chilling reminder that this is a man who will command the galaxy itself.