Lord Vader opened his eyes right as William unleashed his Turbo Cannon. He was instantly greeted to darkness and wetness, at least he was safe in this current position. This robot Gideon had constructed stayed under his control rather well despite being systems away. He would congratulate Gideon on that and inform him of the 'success' of the Dark Troopers, although he believed that Gideon had already planned up revisions for future models of these droids.
Vader took a deep breath in and was reminded of the constant pain his new existence was. Within this safe space gave him some relief from the constant burning and stinging of his scorched flesh, but at least it was bearable in this space. He could almost see images of his past, of the man he used to be
and how weak that man was.
Vader's peace was interrupted by the sound of something shifting. He looked forward and saw that the darkness that surrounded hem slowly grew bright, revealing a chamber outside of Vader's small sanctuary. Two Imperial guards stood at attention near the far side of the room. Vader knew what this meant.
From behind him, he heard one blast door slide open, and the sound of footsteps approaching. He was brought back to reality of the current situation. He had said that the Empire had a tool that would bring peace to William, but he had forgotten that that tool may already be in danger due to the meddling of a rogue pilot.
The second door opened and the approaching figure entered and knelt. Vader didn't have to see this man to feel his presence, he was his servant, his care taker, what ever you would call this old decrepit man. He was more of a servant to the Emperor to keep tabs on Vader. Before Vader's thoughts could wander, the man spoke.
"My Lord, Director Krennic..." the man paused, but Vader already knew the rest of this sentence. He had summoned Director Krennic for recent events that surrounded the tool for peace he spoke of. Sure, the Director had delivered the Death Star, but now there were a number of other situations popping up. William was something that needed to be taken care of before he could have posed a bigger threat. Now Vader could focus his attention of the current situation regarding the Death Star. "...has arrived."
Vader groaned and began the procedures to disembark from his bacta chamber. The chamber began to wizz, and soon after, the soothing liquid began to drain. His head was first to emerge, and the pain grew in intensity as his body emerged from the bacta.
One rebel threat was out of the picture, now it was time to ensure another would not gain the upper hand.