art painting on canvas

Darth Vader watched their approach on the viewscreen in the control room of theDeath Star. When docking was imminent, he marched out of the command center,followed by Commander Jerjerrod and a phalanx of Imperial stormtroopers, andheaded toward the docking bay. He was about to welcome his master. Vader's pulse and breathing were machine-regulated, so they could not quicken;but something in his chest became more electric around his meetings with theEmperor; he could not say how. A feeling of fullness, unrestrained passion, wildsubmission—all these things were in Vader's heart as he neared his Emperor. Thesethings and more. When he entered the docking bay, thousands of Imperial troops snapped toattention with a momentous clap. The shuttle came to rest on the pod. Its ramplowered like a dragon jaw, and the Emperor's royal guard ran down, red robesflapping, as if they were licks of flame shooting out the mouth to herald the angry roar