2677, Humiliation
Galactic Empire Admiral Garrosh Tarkin is aboard our flagship. If we come under attack, General Garrosh's personal safety cannot be guaranteed!!
Galactic Empire Admiral Garro...
Outer space above the former administrative capital of the Galactic Empire's Thirteenth Army, the planet Ald Paldoran. Main base of the Death Fleet, flagship, the Imperial II-class Star Destroyer Devastator.
The warning message played over and over, yet the terrifying figure shrouded in black armor did not move. He merely listened in silence, the heavy breathing beneath his helmet sounding in a steady rhythm.
At that moment, a communications officer received a message. "Lord Vader, Governor Wilhuff Tarkin has sent an urgent transmission!"
Darth Vader said nothing, merely waving a hand.
A gaunt figure appeared in the holographic projection ahead, his gaze sinister and his head nearly bald. It was Wilhuff Tarkin, the current governor of the Galactic Empire Fourth Army—the man who held immense standing within the Imperial military!
Yet Wilhuff Tarkin's expression was filled with anxiety. He said to Darth Vader, "Lord Vader, I have received a report that my son, Garrosh Tarkin, has been kidnapped by the rebels and is currently aboard the rebel fleet. I hope you will handle this matter with caution. I will depart at once as well."
"You should know what has happened here," Darth Vader said coldly, his voice muffled.
"He is my only son," Wilhuff Tarkin said in a deep voice. "You are the only one who can bring him back. Whatever price you want me to pay, I will meet it."
Hiss... hiss... hiss... Darth Vader's heavy breathing continued to sound, but the scene fell into deathly silence.
A full minute passed before Darth Vader slowly said, "I will bring him back to you, Governor."
"Please accept my most sincere gratitude." Wilhuff Tarkin