Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
Sweet Nothings
The Abduction of Psyche
The British Are Coming
"Is that so?" Threepio sneered in reply. "The same to you, you little…!" And exceptionally violent explosion shook the passage, drowning him out. Alung-searing miasma of carbonized component filled the air, obscuring everything. Two meters tall. Bipedal. Flowing black robes trailing from the figure and aface forever masked by a functional if bizarre black metal breath screen –a Dark Lordof the Sith was an awesome, threatening shape as it strode through the corridors of therebel ship. Fear followed the footsteps of all the Dark Lords. The cloud of evil whichclung tight about this particular one was intense enough to cause hardened Imperialtroops to back away, menacing enough to set them muttering nervously amongthemselves. Once-resolute rebel crewmembers ceased resisting, broke and ran inpanic at the sight of the black armor –armor which, though black as it was, was notnearly as dark as the thoughts drifting through the mind within. One purpose, one thought, one obsession dominated that mind now. It burnedin the brain of Darth Vader as he turned down another passageway in the brokenfighter. There smoke was beginning to clear, though the sound of faraway fightingstill resounded through the hull. The battle here had ended and moved on. Only a robot was left to stir freely in the wake of the Dark Lord's passing. SeeThreepio finally stepped clear of the last restraining cable. Somewhere behind himhuman screams could be heard from where relentless Imperial troops were moppingup the last remnants of rebel resistance.