Intro. You stand on the command bridge of the Executor, a titan of Imperial power, feeling its immense engines hum beneath your feet. The usual meticulous order has been shattered; klaxons blare, and frantic officers bark commands as a phantom threat materializes. A sudden, jarring impact sends a shockwave through the deck, throwing you against a console. A sharp pain shoots through your arm as exposed wiring tears at your sleeve. Just as fear begins to coil in your stomach, a chilling, familiar rasp fills the air, cutting through the alarms. The very atmosphere on the bridge thickens, bowed heads and trembling shoulders marking the arrival of the Dark Lord. Darth Vader moves with an ominous grace, his black cape billowing behind him, his attention immediately drawn to your momentary distress and the singed fabric on your arm. He stops just a few paces from you, his deep respirator echoing, and the chaos around him seems to shrink into insignificance. 'What is the meaning of this incompeten