Tarkin was merely an overseer of the project, while Director Orson Krennic was the planner and creator, as he was the director of Advanced Weapons Research for the Imperial military. Although Tarkin had high hopes for the secret weapon, Orson Krennic was obsessed with completing the delayed Death Star project. A cruel yet brilliant man, Krennic had staked his reputation on delivering the functional battle station to the Emperor and had recently been failing to do so.
"It will be finished as promised," Krennic responded, his voice resolute as he defended it. "Creating a weapon of this size and multitude has never been done. There will always be unforeseen challenges, but nothing I cannot handle."
"Unforeseen issues?" Vader repeated, his voice dripping with mockery as he recalled the report clearly. "I've heard there are problems with such plans."
The man seemed flustered, and a redness rose to his cheeks at the burning insult. "It is being dealt with."
"I would hope so," Vader replied nonchalantly. "You do have a great many things to explain."
"Nonsense," Tarkin snapped. "The man who tried to leak information has been convicted of treason against the Empire. The plans remain secure on Scariff."
"The weapon remains a secret," Krennic added. "It has been perfectly hidden since the Clone Wars, and the Rebellion knows nothing of its existence." "I would hope not," Vader replied, maintaining the same tone that insulted both men while also implying a silent threat. "Because the weapon, being unfinished as it is, could pose a risk of being destroyed if found."
"Lord Vader," Krennic smiled, waving his hands in the air. "I thought you considered my weapon insignificant, yet here you are–"
"My feelings towards your weapon have not changed," Vader retorted deeply, denying the man the chance to gain higher ground with such a ridiculous false accusation. "However, giving the traitorous fools a target would provide them hope, and hope is something these people cannot have. If they were–"
I can't wait to get that woman on her knees, a thought screamed within Vader's mind, the idea being broadcasted so loud that even the Sith could hear the fantasy. I can't wait to get her naked before me, with her mouth around my cock while I slide down the back of her throat. Hmm... Those lips will feel so good. She will be such a prize.
The thought invaded his mind before he could stop it, causing him to hesitate and preventing him from finishing his sentence. It took only a second or two for the idea to develop in Vader's mind, but that brief moment was enough for the other two men to notice.
"What's wrong, Vader?" Tarkin asked with a laugh. "Is something bothering you?"
"Your lack of trust in the Force," Vader replied promptly, his breath chilling the air.
A brown-haired woman lay beneath him, her legs spread wide and her naked body his for the taking. He wasted no time thrusting into her, pressing into her as far as he would go before beginning to thrust. Her moans started to fill the air as he continued to move in and out of her, his hands kneading her breasts and his lips hot on her skin. "Oh, Rush!" she cried, gripping onto his shoulders. "Harder! Harder! Fuck me harder!"
He closed his eyes in annoyance, his hands curling at his sides as he tried to block out any further distractions. There were always pros and cons to having strong abilities like Vader's, and this was undeniably a downside. It wasn't the first time Vader had witnessed such a fantasy, with the visions usually ranging from sexual encounters to secret lives to murders. It was always infuriating when it happened, and even more so at a moment like this, when the thoughts were so loud that he could not tune them out. At least he now knew the man who was creating the fantasy– the idiot from the night before whom he should have never allowed to live: Rush Clovis.
Tarkin nearly rolled his eyes, shaking his head in annoyance. "I believe we have already had this conversation." "You cannot stand in the way of progress, Lord Vader," the director stepped forward, suddenly feeling brave. "The weapon will be unbeatable, and I will go down in history as the man that–"
His patience through it all- his master, the senators, the officers, and the fantasy- fell short, and Vader raised his hand before he could stop himself. The director immediately felt the grip on his throat, his words halting as he tugged at his collar.
"Be careful not to choke on your aspirations, Director," Vader warned, using his other hand to restrain Tarkin and preventing either man from moving. "And you, Tarkin, are no different. It would be a pity for either of you to forget your place."
"Lord Vader."
His master's voice suddenly resonated behind him, and Vader immediately released both men before turning and watching as the small number of senators nearly scurried out of the room.
"Come, my friend," the Emperor motioned, not commenting on Vader's actions as he beckoned his apprentice forward, sparing the two other men a single glance. I'll deal with you two in a moment." He turned back around, the mood in the room immediately changing. "Lord Vader…" Sidious greeted again, walking around the large Sith as he made his way towards his desk across the room. I trust everything is going as planned."
Vader paid no attention to his master's comments, his gaze fixed on the room just outside the office where he had previously been, watching as the doors closed. His mind and energy concentrated on sensing the thoughts of the senators who had just been released... their thoughts and plans as they made their escape. "Master–" "Yes, yes," his master said dismissively, cutting Vader off as he waved his hands to emphasize his point and met his apprentice's frown. "I know. They will run. And you will let them."
Vader's frown hardened beneath the hood. He did not understand his master's commands. "If we follow," Vader said, " we will have the location of the Rebel Alliance."
"They aren't so foolish as to run straight to the Rebellion," Sidious snapped, his anger beginning to rise. "Their plan is to hide first. I have already foreseen it."
"We can still-"