Thirty-nine. Thirty. Nine. The number rattled around his head. The raw emotion on his face evident right from that notion. This woman was from a time, where a rebellion took form. The rebellion took form, pushed forward, and took down the Empire.
This woman didn't know who he was. There was only one notion of the why she didn't know him.
He died.
Starkiller dropped to his knees. He had failed. He had failed in everything he had been trained to do. He was stabbed by his master, he was on his way of the second part of his mission. He was going to succeed. He was going to bring the Emperor to his knees for Vader and he was going to help his master accomplish his goals.
Starkiller was going succeed. "What happened to Vader?" Starkiller's eyes looked at the woman. "The Emperor?" What happened? Where had he gone wrong?