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Trench was a male Harch Admiral in the employ of the Confederacy of Independent Systems. The Confederacy of Independent Systems gave Trench a fleet to blockade the Galactic Republic world of Christophis. Along with this, he also used his flagship, the Invincible. During the battle, he engaged in a dogfight with Jedi Knight Anakin Skywalker, who was flying a stealth ship. He fired tracking. Admiral Trench is a recurring antagonist in the animated TV show Star Wars: The Clone Wars, serving as a minor antagonist in both Seasons 2 and 6 (serving as the main antagonist of 'Cat and Mouse' in Season 2, and as the secondary antagonist of 'The Unknown' in Season 6), and as the main antagonist of the Bad Batch arc in Season 7.

Chapter 1. Who am I

Galen Marek a sith assassin, sith Lord in training, known as Starkiller by his dark master Darth Vader, had no idea who he was, where he was or why he was. He eyes flickered and twitched awaken from a forgotten, disturbed sleep as he regained feeling and consciousness.

He frowned deeply his body feeling like it had been set alight and left to burn into ash. He could vaguely smell the smoke that was coming of him but he had no idea why this was. The ground under him was hard and dense rock as he could feel a slight heat fading away from the stone beneath him.

Grunting and scowling the pain he slowly got to his knees, seeing that he was lying in a crater about 10 metres wide and 10 metres deep. The crystal like earth around and under him scorched in latent, disappearing heat as the crater produced white smoke from a recent impact. There weren't many thoughts going through his head but the ones that were, were all that he could hear.

Galen glared impassive; focusing as it was very concerning that he was here and without memory. 'What is this? Where am I?' He questioned himself as he looked around seeing the crater he was in, wondering why. It wasn't familiar. He looked over his clothing, frowning in unsettled confusion that irritated him. Looking at himself, he wore a comfortable white and black overtunic and undertunic that strapped a loose, long and sleeveless clock and hood. It was however burned and tore to pieces not at all looking the way it should. Instead looking like the clothing of a homeless man that was once on fire. He clothes were familiar but unknown.

Continuing from the clothing, he looked to his hip seeing a small metal hilt without a blade that he recognised as his lightsaber, the weapon of a... he didn't know why he had it. He didn't hesitate and went to grab it in curiosity as his memory continued to fail him. But as soon as his fingers touched the rough and ashed weapon his head exploded with dark and painful memories.

'GGRRAAH!' He groaned loudly, quickly grabbing his head and struggling to comprehend the memories trying resort themselves. The images were not clearly visible appearing as wind like shadows standing in darkness that only made it harder to see, but the voices of the two individuals were as clear as glass. Dark voices of power, authority and...Corruption. They could not be trusted.

The taller of the two black images blazed an intimidating red under its shadowy presence as his mechanical voice thundered, impressed and prideful. 'You were weak when I found you. Now your hatred has become your strength.' It donned in echoed pride and power although fuelling Galen's anger, the very presence of this beings existence filling him with hate. Confusion and irritation came over Galen as the bodily features of the taller man could not be seen, meaning he had no idea what this man looked like and who it was.

The same could be said for the smaller of the two black shadows as its shadow shimmered with purple lightning that could have been in his hands. His older and more threatening voice, crackled in frightening joy and danger as its purer darkness angered Galen just as much. 'Give into your Hatred.' The old voice commanded in joy.

Grabbing his head in pain Galen fell back onto his back jerking in pain as the memory forced him into unconsciousness. It wasn't clear to him at all and it didn't help his memory.

Above him, staring down from the top of the crater, two dark skinned men questioned what they should do seeing the unconscious man.

'Look, there's a man in the crater.' One said that was built and taller.

'From the looks of it he was hit by that meteor that hit the ground. Poor sucker.' The other noted in fake pity having a smaller frame to his body.

The other disagreed. 'It can't have been a meteor. There's no rock in the crater and the planets defenses would have destroyed it before it hit.' He said considering the history of their home planet.

The thinner christophsian shrugged back, shaking his head. 'Planetary defenses are down, stupid. Doesn't matter what it was anyway. He doesn't look like a christophsian so he's probably an immigrant escaping the war. Too bad for him the wars on our doorstep. Grab him and we'll put him in the slave group.' He commented without care as the two of them slid down the craters sides to grab Galen. 'It's hard to make money on a world about to see war between the Separatists and Republic. He's no Rodian, but we can classify him a low-class human and get some money out of him when we get off planet and trade him at Zygerria. He'll do fine if he isn't dead.' The man finished as they slowly descended to Galen's unconscious body.

The other nodded as they slid down, the two slave traders were in need of a profit. 'Good idea. The planet isn't going to have an easy time for a while and the separatist don't take slaves with all their droids. No profit to be gained on black market deals here anymore. We'll come back in a few years when that spider faced Admiral Trench or that long snouted General have left or been made reasonable leaders.' He said having seen the creepy looking commanders of the blockade that surrounded his home.

The other turned back to respond. 'I wouldn't worry about it, the republic will be sending Jedi soon and then that spider and snouted separatists will wish they'd never been born. We'll be back kidnapping immigrants before the year is done.' He said before turning back and then jumping back in freight.

'What, what is it?' The other asked surprised and on edge.

The other pointed at Galen's unconscious body. 'On his hip! It's a...it's a... it's a lightsaber.' He said backing away.

'What? He's a Jedi? Impossible!'

The other shook his head. 'He's got a lightsaber. He has to be.'

'That doesn't mean he's a Jedi! He could have stolen it.' He growled back as the other stared back uneasy. 'Wait. Even if he isn't a Jedi, he does have the weapon to make people think he is.'

The frightened slaver had a questioning face. 'What are you getting at?'

'How much do you think the separatists are willing to pay for a living, breathing Jedi?' He responded sneering in glee as his fellow slowly got a deep grin. They were looking for a payout after all and a jedi would be big money. 'Let's grab him then.'

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Galen groaned as he awoke, going to move himself but then suddenly stopping as he felt his limbs restricted. He was sitting on his knees upright, looking down his arms and legs he saw he was chained to the ground with thick, heavy chain. With a questioning yet un-alarmed look he pulled a little harder to test it. He wasn't going to escape with brute strength.

Looking around the room it was dark, made of metal, empty and not all that big as the lights only shined on him as he appeared to be in an interrogation. The light that shined on his body allowed him to evaluate himself to find his lightsaber gone. Seeing this he focused on his surroundings closing his eyes. Despite the blindness, Galen could easily sense the two living people metres from him, a few droids outside the room and a few other life forms that he could only barely feel. Probably in the same situation as him.

The two living beings were watching and anticipating the coming conversation in the dark. He remembered the power of the force that was at his side, even though he had no idea why. It was strange thing thinking about it like that. He could remember the force but not his identity.

He didn't remember anything so he waited patiently. Maybe he could get some answers from his wardens.

Stepping in front of Galen's chained form, a spider-like sentient being approached, 2 legs and 6 arms covered in brown fur with 3 fingered hands. It was wearing a thick, blue coat that covered most of

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