This world was not one that interested Vader. Granted, some of the population here were more interesting than others, but the planet as a whole was nothing of interest. Technology was still at least a century from warp speed, and they still used fossil fuels to power their transports. Flight capabilities were crude at best. The planet was nearly stripped bare of all natural resources. There was no tactical advantage to having a stronghold so far from the remains of the Empire.
But if the Senior Partners got their wish, that meant he had a chance to take his. To return to his own time and place, with his wife and child. With the child Luke had become, it would be a simple enough task to start training the boy as his heir and apprentice. They could rebuild the Empire, and rule the galaxy in peace and order, just as Padme wished it to be.
"I had heard that their lodging was attacked," he said, arching an eyebrow at Charlie. "I would assume the one responsible for that infiltration was also responsible for dispatching the Seer. From what I understand, many of the residents were deeply affected by the poison of the creatures that were released.
"However," he added, tone shifting from something near commending to precise tactical planning. "The Hyperion holds far too many capable of healing damage and toxins. I have heard rumors of some who were revived from the dead." This knowledge had brought anger, further hate to him. "Which would make killing this Angel and his cohorts something less than a final solution. I would suggest we start targeting these healers. The sooner we can remove them from the equation, the sooner more permanent strategies can be utilized against the others."