- ... The main corridor [of the new Death Star] was filled with courtiers, all awaiting an audience with the Emperor. Vader curled his lip at them fools all. Pompous toadies in their velvet robes and painted faces; perfumed bishops passing notes and passing judgments among themselves for who else cared; oily favour-merchants, bent low from the weight of jewellery still warm from a previous owner's dying flesh; easy, violent men and women lusting to be tampered with.
- Vader had no patience for such petty filth. He passed them without a nod, though many of them would have paid dearly for a felicitous word from the Dark Lord...
- Vader had no patience for such petty filth. He passed them without a nod, though many of them would have paid dearly for a felicitous word from the Dark Lord...
Friday, January 18, 2008
Imperial cronies
Posted by Tom R at 1:37 pm
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