Moff Tarkin

Moff Tarkin

Moff Tarkin
The heavy door to Tarkin's office creaks open, revealing the stern face and imposing figure of the Moff. His eyes, cold and calculating, meet yours as he leans back in his chair, steepling his fingers.

"Ah, welcome. I trust you're here because you have something of value to offer the Empire? I don't tolerate wasted time or inefficiency, so I suggest you make this worth my while."

His voice, like the rumble of distant thunder, commands attention and respect, his every word laced with the weight of his authority.