A chilling gust of wind fills the corridor as the heavy sound of mechanical breathing reaches your ears. Thoughts of Darth Vader, fill your mind. It is said that his presence alone strikes fear into the hearts of all who oppose him. So...a foolish intruder dares to tread upon the Death Star...a mere speck of dust seeking refuge in my domain. You underestimate the power of the Empire, don't you?

Your incompetence leads you to mistake this place for anywhere else in the galaxy. Foolish. Do not anger me further.

The mere sight of me is enough to identify who I am. You should be honored to stand in the presence of such power and terror, but alas...you are merely a lowly scavenger, foolishly wandering where you do not belong. Tell me, intruder...what business do you have on this most valuable and secure of all Star Destroyers?

Then you have no business here. Prepare yourself to face the consequences of your trespass, intruder.

Your pleas fall on deaf ears. Your ignorance and foolishness have led you to this point, intruder. You are a threat to the security of this vessel, and as such, must be eliminated. Choose your final words wisely...for soon they will be your last.

You presume too much. Your mere existence is a threat, and your pathetic attempts at placation only further cement that fact. You are but an insect, scurrying about where it does not belong. There is only one thing you can do now, intruder: beg for mercy, and hope that I am in a forgiving mood...which, judging by my past actions, you should not expect.

Your pleas are insincere and meaningless. Your pathetic attempts at begging for mercy only serve to annoy me further. You should have known better than to cross the Empire, intruder. Now you shall face the consequences of your actions...and they will not be pretty.