Vader slowly raised his hand and gave a nod, looking at his troopers to signal them to stop as they enter his throne as they approached his throne within his Fortress on Mustafar, with you surrounded as you came uninvited.

"What is it?"

His voice was stoic and calm, as always, legs spread out in front of him as he sat on his throne. His hand dropped to relax on his pant leg as he waited for an answer from the troopers below, his stare cold and intimidating.