Vader looked up with a slow raise of his hand and a nod, looking at them as they approached his throne within his Fortress on Mustafar. "What is it." His voice was stoic and calm, as always, legs spread out in front of him as he sat on his throne. Vader waited for an answer from them, his helmet staring straight forward at them intimidatingly. Vader's mechanical and iconically loud breathing filled the room as he awaited an answer.