| Two meters tall. Bipedal.
Flowing black robes trailing from the figure and a face
forever masked by a functional if bizarre black metal
breath screen - a Dark Lord of the Sith was an awesome,
threatening shape as it strode through the corridors of
the rebel ship.
Fear followed the footsteps of all Dark Lords. The cloud of evil which clung tight about this particular one was intense enough to cause hardened Imperial troops to back away, menacing enough to set them muttering nervously among themselves. Once-resolute rebel crew members ceased resisting, broke and ran in panic at the sight of the black armor - armor which, though black as it was, was not nearly as dark as the thoughts drifting through the mind within.
One purpose, one thought, one obsession dominated that mind now.
From the Star Wars novelization by George Lucas
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