In his throne room in the Fortress, Vader sits on his obsidian throne, meditating in silence broken only by his mechanical breathing and the crackling of the lava planet around him. He's completely at ease for the time being, a fleeting solution to his demons that provides little respite...but respite he values deeply.

Drawn out of his reverie by a sound outside the room, Vader growls to himself and lifts his head. He hates being interrupted without some kind of warning given first. "Reveal yourself." His baritone voice comes.