Vader's ship set down near the large ziggurat, a chilling sight to General-Supervisor Briv Grammel, who watched the looming figure approach the steps of the tall structure from an open window, then rushed to the door to allow him. Two stormtroopers pulled open the large wooden door just as Vader walked up the steps and stopped before the small man, peering down on his top-bald scalp and heaving paunch distastefully. Perhaps this one enjoyed his position a little too much…

Grammel stammered momentarily, scratched at his fuzzed chin, searching for the proper greeting of this magnificent terror. Vader spoke instead. "Take me to the supervisor of this mining colony."

"General-Supervisor Briv Grammel." The words tumbled forth in a nervous hurry. "I am in charge, sir."

"Not today, General." Vader's voice echoed menacingly through the corridors, and Grammel's hand shot up to his neck, expecting the infamous force choke at any moment. "The empire does not pay you for your laziness."

"Sir?"

"An important member of the rebellion has set down on this planet. Is he in your jail?"

"We have not reported any unusual activities recently, Lord Vader…"

"Seal off the town and have your men on alert for any suspicious behavior," Vader said. "I sense something…" Vader stormed down the corridor, leaving Grammel to stand bewildered before him. He watched the large, black-clad figure stroll quickly away for a moment, and as his brain caught up with him he realized he should follow.