The Empire had crumbled. His master was dead. His master's master was dead. Everything he knew was dead and gone. His whole existence was absolutely gone. His world was gone as he knew it.
Starkiller started laughing. It was just a simple chuckle before it was a full blown laugh. Starkiller fell back laying on his back laughing. Despite it was all he knew, it was this weird feeling he had. He was free of the influence. There was this sudden realization though, that he was his own man.
His own Sith.
Starkiller's laughing subsided slowly. "One would wonder how they would feel learning their master was dead." He started, sitting up he looked to Leia to answer her question before it came. "Vader." Finally standing again, Starkilelr dusted himself off. "But, I feel no remorse that my master is gone." Good riddance. The man lifted his shirt to show a specific scar from where he was stabbed through his torso. "How does one miss a man who literally stabbed you in the back?" Despite it being his mission, Starkiller would take the mantle of Sith Lord of his own and carry out the plans. Nothing changed, other than now he was masterless.
Lowering his shirt he took a deep breath. "Though, now I know I die in my future." He had to figure out what to do with that information.