[fancypost bgcolor=black; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: 3px double black; height: 100px; background: url(https://feralfront.com/index.p…301.0;attach=406432;image); background-size: 100%; background-position: center;][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-left: 3px solid black; border-right: 3px solid black; height: 18px;][fancypost bgcolor= #151515; border: none; width: 400px; height: 20px; border-radius: 0em 0em 2em 2em; margin-top: -8px; font-size: 18px; line-height: 18px; text-align: center; color: white; font-family: bell mt;]YOU WILL DIE![/fancypost][/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=#1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 10px; overflow: hidden; border: 3px solid black; border-bottom: none; border-top: none;][fancypost bgcolor=; border: none; width: 500px; height: 200px; padding: 0px; padding-right: 27px; overflow: auto][fancypost bgcolor=1c1c1c; border: none; width: 500px; min-height: 200px; padding: 0px; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px; text-align: justify; color: white; font-family: verdana]His apprentice had caused quite the stir. The hood of the cloak encompassed and shrouded his face in darkness. Black, spotted paws would glimpse out of the sleeve of his cloak, small and frail. The Emperor searched for the lion now- and he shouldn't have to. Normally Vader was easy to locate- distance would be a problem if they were on different planets, but that wasn't the case. Perhaps Vader had strengthened his defenses, or something else. Luke Skywalker had been a beacon to all, Vader, a black sun, and he couldn't find him.
He would have to put Lord Vader back in his place. Surely, not that much had changed in all this time. This... army, would have to be put away. Lord Vader was no good at being an Emperor or a chessmaster- Vader would be too busy running around and helping others. Took things into his own hands too much.
But it was fine. He'd fix it.
The leopard growled under his throat, moving, and letting the scents of a border waft his nose. The Emperor repressed into his alter ego, the frail old leopard with shaking paws. His head lifted slightly, sulfuric yellow eyes casting over the land, and waited.
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