Seven months had past now, seven months since he left to fight against the Empire and word of him was starting to spread. His identity was still unknown to the Empire, but the name they gave him began to circulate, Der Attentater, a word from the old Mandalorian dialect roughly translating to The Assassin. He cared little for the name, but if it helped strike fear into the Empire then he would gladly carry it wherever he went, like he did today as he infiltrated an Imperial base.
He captured a storm trooper sergeant earlier learning that a Moff would be visiting the base for inspection as well as conduct a rumored secret operation. The operation piqued the former Jedi's interest, but he would deal with that when he got to it for now the primary target was the Moff. He donned the captured trooper's armor and entered the base.
The steel halls echoed with each footstep of the dozens of soldiers marching in squads as they went about their patrols. Officers, and off duty troopers often walking alone or in small groups going about their business, he felt the anger boiling inside him each time he passed one having to suppress his desire to kill them all right now. He would wait, the destruction of this base and the deaths of everyone in it would come soon, but for now his objective was to scout, to memorize the layout of the facility and then decide where would be the best place to strike. A look at the personnel list would be a nice bonus in the event anyone was unfortunate enough to miss the party or if there was another surprise high ranking individual to introduce himself to.
The mess hall, the hangar, the maintenance wing, the barracks and the command center, he patrolled the base blending in as he memorized each wing planning his attack. It would be best to start in the maintenance wing, sabotage everything before moving to the armory and finding a way to limit their weaponry access. After that he would move to communications and shut them down before making his way to the hangar and destroying everything in sight. And by that point the entire base would be on alert and looking for him, and then, he would kill them all.
He left the base returning to the spot he made his hideout during his stay, after a check to make sure no one had followed him and he was lone he began striping the armor off. He remembered how much his team during the war would complain after a mission at how hot their armor got sometimes even with the cooling systems inside, he was sweating by the time he got out of it all. Setting the armor in the corner and hiding it behind a collapsed cabinet and blanket he moved to the torn up mattress that lied on the floor next to the wall.
It had been nearly seven months since this started, since the Republic ended and the Empire was born in its place, he thought back to those days when things were better. Sure there was a war going on, but at least then he had friends and allies, now he was alone. Those that weren't dead had either gone off to find something to do with their life or he had left behind in an attempt to leave them out of it. He did it to avoid losing them, the few people he had left even if it meant taking on the Empire alone, even if it meant being alone.
He hadn't spoke to his surviving team in six months and he hadn't spoken to her in five. He missed them, all of them. He wanted to see them again just to see their faces and hear their voices, even if just for a moment so he wouldn't be alone, but this was the choice he made. As he lied down staring at the night sky through the hole in the wall he found himself wondering what they were doing, how his brothers were faring and if she was still waiting for him or had moved on.
He woke before the rays of the morning light touched him, dressing in the stolen stormtrooper armor and hiding his lightsabers inside. As planned the maintenance wing was his first target, anything that appeared major like troop transports or tanks he would sabotage before moving on to the armory where he found a crate of remote explosives that he set in hidden spots around the room. He entered communications after that raising his hands grasping the two Imperials inside by their necks crushing their tracheas in an instant, killing them. Placing the last few explosives around the room he stepped out and made his way to the hangar, he would set off the explosives from here and then he would begin.
"Sergeant?" one of them said seeing him standing there, "Sir, is something wrong?"
He reached up his hands pulling his helmet off and kneeled down setting it on the ground.
The trooper watched him, "You look a bit too young to be a sergeant. Is this some kind of joke? A dare? You'll get in trouble for this."
After he finished taking off the armor he just smiled at the trooper before raising his hand once more revealing a detonator and when the look of realization dawned on the Imperial's face he pressed the switch and the facility shook.
"What the hell?" the trooper yelled a mere second before something stabbed through his body.
He looked down to see a silver light impaled through his gut, the burning blade cauterizing the wound, but burning his insides. His eyes rolled into the back of his head and he died as the lightsaber was pulled from his body. He heard the yells of the others in the hangar, the ones that saw him and his weapon, they sounded sent out the call for backup and began firing and he only grinned.
The day ended with the base destroyed and the Moff he was after cornered and wounded, his hand cut off and a blaster shot to his knee, he would never walk again.
He stood above him as the older man retreated crawling backwards into the corner, "You can kill me" he said, "But you can't kill what I stand for, you can't kill the Empire!"
He crouched down looking into his eyes, "Can't I?" he asked holding his hand up and invading the Moff's mind.
The old man screamed as he tried to resist, feeling his thoughts being ripped from his head as the ex-Jedi probed deeper and deeper, searching. He tried to kick, but his body was being held by unseen hands leaving him immobile and only able to scream as he tried in vain to fight back. Deeper he felt the hand going into his brain and the deeper it went the more he felt his thoughts be ripped from him causing pain with each one as if they were being cut off and then it stopped.
"So that's why you were here" he said stopping his invasion into the Moff's mind, "Thank you for sharing."
The Moff gasped as the lightsaber speared his heart killing him half a second later. Standing up the former Jedi turned around leaving the burning base behind and returning to his hide out. He would have to pack what little he had and find a way off world and to the adjacent system as soon as he could, the secret operation the Moff was meant to oversee would be starting within the week.