Star Wars Admiral Trench
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In the Clone Wars episode ’Cat and Mouse’ we are introduced to a thrilling new character: Admiral Trench. Unfortunately, not unlike Darth Maul, he dies before the character does much. But also like Darth Maul, he returns later: in season six of the series. Trench: Trench during the Clone Wars: Officer Info: Name: Trench Rank: Admiral Home World: Secundus Ando Born: c. 200 years prior to 21 BBY Died: 19 BBY, above Anaxes Physical description; Species: Harch Gender: Male Eye Color: Red Height: 1.89 meters Skin Color: Gray Chronological and political information; Affiliation: Corporate Alliance. Admiral Trench, a Harch male, was a feared and legendary commander for the Corporate Alliance and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, whose extensive naval career spanned several decades. Trench was an admiral who held no mercy or remorse toward his adversaries ( Like jedi ), which in turn made him a terror, and fear to all those who came across him and his fleet. He was a military genius. Trench, also called ’Taranch’, was a Harch male fleet admiral in the Navy of the Confederacy of Independent Systems during the Clone Wars, and was later recruited by Palpatine to serve the Galactic Empire.He became well known for being a good tactician, and was also known for his ruthlessness and his command style. Before the Clone Wars, Admiral Trench fought in the Andoan Wars. Trench hit Galen harder this time and from the opposite direction as Galen faced the direction he was struck, unmoving. ’I am Admiral Trench!’ Trench roared at the man he thought was a young Jedi.
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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 its body that sported a number of metals on its right chest. Two Massive furred chelicerae with sharp fangs, a fanged mouth in between and six red eyes of the spider’s furred face created a terrifying imagine. If it were not for the fact that galaxy was full of strange and ugly looking sentient species that often practiced interstellar travel, a human like Galen would be panicking. Yet Galen didn’t react, calmly awaiting the address of his would-be captor.
’Have you finally awoken, Jedi?’ The spider-like man’s, deep voice said followed by some clicking.
Galen ignored the words. ’Where am I?’ He questioned softly.
The spider in front of him smiled pompously. ’Where are you? You’ve been imprisoned as a war criminal.’ He said before slapping his admiral cane in his palm, changing his tone sounding annoyed. ’I’m sure you have come to this planet with plans of capturing General Loathsome by the request of the christophisans. But you have run out of luck, as you most likely did not expect me to be here.’ He said in confidence to Galen, smirking as Galen didn’t react frowning having no idea who this spider faced man was.
It was clear to Galen that this man thought highly of himself, stating how his being here would be problem for anyone and the number of metals on him probably meant he had achieved much. But it didn’t help Galen, as he wouldn’t have known him even if he did have his memory.
Trench, a Harch and the Fleet Admiral of Separatists Blockade over christophsis caught on to his prisoner’s ignorance. Turning and lowering his body slightly so that his prisoner could see his distinctive white crest present on his shoulder, he sneered. ’Here, perhaps this will jog your memory of my identity.’ He said confident.
Galen peered at the white, spider crest and back at Trench, beginning to feel annoyed as all this man had showed to him was his flashiness and over-confidence in importance. Galen frowned and shrugged. ’I’m guessing your important somehow, if you’re willing to brand yourself so flashily.’ Galen pointed out addressing the ease to identify the mark. ’You have must a reputation, but over confidence in revealing yourself is weakness.’ Galen remarked, making Trench raise a curious, non-existent eyebrow. ’And you still haven’t answered my question. Where am I? What planet am I on?’ Galen finished in obvious anger that was observed.
Trenched squinted and brushed the thick hair that covered his chin thoughtfully as he continued to click his mouth in between talking. ’How odd. Not only are you clueless, but a lost Jedi who doesn’t know where he is.’ Trench countered not believing that the boy in front of him didn’t know where he was. There was no way a Jedi, his current enemy, would just happen to be on christophsis at this point in the clone wars. Trench wouldn’t by this trickery. ’Next you’ll be telling me you lost your memory.’ He muttered amused, still brushing his chin.
Galen though about saying that he had lost his memory but this man was probably not the understanding type. Against his intentions, Galen would play along for a small time. ’Maybe I have. I certainly don’t think I’d forget your face, or how I even got into this situation.’ He countered back sounding aggressive and irritated but superior, infuriating Trench. Gleaming up with a sneer, Galen drove his question with a smirk that formed into a frown, wanting an answer. ’So how about you answer my question that you haven’t responded to. You are driving my patience, whoever you are.’
HIT
Trench backhanded Galen across right side of his face but Galen did not fall impressively remaining in the seated position on his knees. The chains around his arms and legs were too heavy to produce a sound from the movement caused by the hit, but it hadn’t really hurt him.
Trench growled at the treatment of the Jedi before him, acting as if his imprisonment were no problem or threat. Although, this could be a usual response for a Jedi, the fact that anyone who would become in impatience when being questioned by Trench wounded and burned the Harch’s pride.
’Arrogant, self-entitled, Jedi filth! Learn some respect and your place as our prisoner.’ Trench spat venomously not falling for any military masquerade and/or accepting disrespect by his immobilised enemy.
Trench spat in disgust, clicking his teeth loudly. ’Pretending to know nothing will do you no good. I know the christophisans, being lead by the Alderaan Senator and his clones, have begged the Republic for help.’ Trench said in a commanding and merciless tone. He paused and glared at Galen in annoyance. ’You arrived far sooner than anticipated but your luck did not fortune you when those slavers caught you sneaking into the city.’ Trench continued further confusing Galen.
Galen frowned back with mutual feelings towards the spider that cared heavy about his reputation. Though Galen couldn’t say that he knew any of what was being said to him because he didn’t. ’I have no idea what you are talking about. And that hurt you fury, fanged nobody.’ Galen finished stabbing again at Trenches pride.
HIT!
Trench hit Galen harder this time and from the opposite direction as Galen faced the direction he was struck, unmoving. ’I am Admiral Trench!’ Trench roared at the man he thought was a young Jedi. ’I am one of the galaxies, greatest military minds. And as long as I command the blockade around Christophtsis I won’t allow a shred more of the Republic’s presence on this planet, than what is feebly trying to fight back!’ He shouted inches from Galen’s cheeks, his breath..not as bad as one would imagine. Though Galen didn’t care for hygiene right now.
Galen wasn’t facing this man, his eyes were shut and his teeth were grinding on each other. Slowly turning back to Trench, Galen opened his eyes and glared, his voice coming from behind his teeth. ’rrrhhh.’ Galen silently growled and his connection the force awoke with his growing irritation of Trench.
Trenches eyes widen as his mind clouded, a feeling of shadowing influence coming over him. As if a massive hand was descending on him, slowly taking all thought as it approached and blocked out everything else. On the outside Trench shook his head and growled again at the Jedi. ’Why you, how dare you try one of your jedi mind tricks on me!’ He shouted bringing his arm back to strike Galen again.
’Enough, calm yourself Trench.’ Said the other, silent person that was staying in the shadows announcing himself. The lights completely flickered on to reveal the small, metal prison cell with Trench standing in front of Galen. Behind Trench a long snouted, blue alien, unknown to Galen as much as Trenches species, walked from the closed door with his arms behind him. He wore expensive looking clothing that looked like that of a noble and his posture suggest this as well.
’I want him alive to bargain with when the clone armies arrive.’ He elaborated to Trench as the admiral stepped aside. The new person peered at Galen curiously and silently, pausing the conversation as his face frowned in thought. ’I don’t think he was sent here by the republic, there’s no way they could response so fast. Perhaps he is a spy.’ He started analysing the time of which they had been controlling the planet.
Trench clicked at the thought. ’Explain General Loathsome.’
General Loathsome’s eyes turned to Trench but his body did not. ’He must have been hiding on the planet by order of the jedi before we took it and has only revealed himself now. It’s not impossible that the Jedi could have used their foresight to predict our occupation of Christophsis. ’ General Loathsome concluded continue on his reasoning, sounding more and more accurate with every word. These thoughts in a way were a testament to his tactical insight being a military General. ’If that is case, it would explain why our spies in the republic haven’t heard off it. It would have been an internal Jedi act. Not only that but his physical appearance looks like that of a spy or assassin, despite the Jedi’s ways.’ He said breaking down theory’s over looking Galen thin body that looked like a spy’s, before continuing to support it. ’There has been preparation on the republic’s part but no confirmed notion to act on christophsis’s occupation. And even if he had come from Coruscant you would have picked up on him before he entered the atmosphere.’He stated confident in Admiral Trench’s abilities.
Galen was impressed by the breakdown and reasoning Loathsome had, taking a mental note to remember all of his words. Galen didn’t know the entities being mentioned so it was best to store them for later. He also noted the vote of confidence on Trenches part but didn’t want to make it easy for the spider that had struck him. ’Maybe I did come from Coruscant.’ He stated pulling Trench’s and Loathsome’s attention with the tease. ’Just maybe..you’re not as great as you think, Trench.’ Galen said falsely suggesting that he done something that he hadn’t to confuse and anger his captors.
It worked. ’Nothing would get by me!’ Trench roared infuriated approaching to strike again.
Loathsome stepped in between the two of them and growled back. ’Trench. While I have no problem with torturing our prisoner, he was already beaten severely before we received him. I want him breathing.’ General Loathsome continued. ’How he got here does concern me but it does not matter in our grant scheme now. We’ve captured him so-’
Galen had just about enough of this treatment as he focu
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In the Clone Wars episode ’Cat and Mouse’ we are introduced to a thrilling new character: Admiral Trench. Unfortunately, not unlike Darth Maul, he dies before the character does much. But also like Darth Maul, he returns later: in season six of the series. Trench: Trench during the Clone Wars: Officer Info: Name: Trench Rank: Admiral Home World: Secundus Ando Born: c. 200 years prior to 21 BBY Died: 19 BBY, above Anaxes Physical description; Species: Harch Gender: Male Eye Color: Red Height: 1.89 meters Skin Color: Gray Chronological and political information; Affiliation: Corporate Alliance. Admiral Trench, a Harch male, was a feared and legendary commander for the Corporate Alliance and the Confederacy of Independent Systems, whose extensive naval career spanned several decades. Trench was an admiral who held no mercy or remorse toward his adversaries ( Like jedi ), which in turn made him a terror, and fear to all those who came across him and his fleet. He was a military genius. Trench, also called ’Taranch’, was a Harch male fleet admiral in the Navy of the Confederacy of Independent Systems during the Clone Wars, and was later recruited by Palpatine to serve the Galactic Empire.He became well known for being a good tactician, and was also known for his ruthlessness and his command style. Before the Clone Wars, Admiral Trench fought in the Andoan Wars. Trench hit Galen harder this time and from the opposite direction as Galen faced the direction he was struck, unmoving. ’I am Admiral Trench!’ Trench roared at the man he thought was a young Jedi.
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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 its body that sported a number of metals on its right chest. Two Massive furred chelicerae with sharp fangs, a fanged mouth in between and six red eyes of the spider’s furred face created a terrifying imagine. If it were not for the fact that galaxy was full of strange and ugly looking sentient species that often practiced interstellar travel, a human like Galen would be panicking. Yet Galen didn’t react, calmly awaiting the address of his would-be captor.
’Have you finally awoken, Jedi?’ The spider-like man’s, deep voice said followed by some clicking.
Galen ignored the words. ’Where am I?’ He questioned softly.
The spider in front of him smiled pompously. ’Where are you? You’ve been imprisoned as a war criminal.’ He said before slapping his admiral cane in his palm, changing his tone sounding annoyed. ’I’m sure you have come to this planet with plans of capturing General Loathsome by the request of the christophisans. But you have run out of luck, as you most likely did not expect me to be here.’ He said in confidence to Galen, smirking as Galen didn’t react frowning having no idea who this spider faced man was.
It was clear to Galen that this man thought highly of himself, stating how his being here would be problem for anyone and the number of metals on him probably meant he had achieved much. But it didn’t help Galen, as he wouldn’t have known him even if he did have his memory.
Trench, a Harch and the Fleet Admiral of Separatists Blockade over christophsis caught on to his prisoner’s ignorance. Turning and lowering his body slightly so that his prisoner could see his distinctive white crest present on his shoulder, he sneered. ’Here, perhaps this will jog your memory of my identity.’ He said confident.
Galen peered at the white, spider crest and back at Trench, beginning to feel annoyed as all this man had showed to him was his flashiness and over-confidence in importance. Galen frowned and shrugged. ’I’m guessing your important somehow, if you’re willing to brand yourself so flashily.’ Galen pointed out addressing the ease to identify the mark. ’You have must a reputation, but over confidence in revealing yourself is weakness.’ Galen remarked, making Trench raise a curious, non-existent eyebrow. ’And you still haven’t answered my question. Where am I? What planet am I on?’ Galen finished in obvious anger that was observed.
Trenched squinted and brushed the thick hair that covered his chin thoughtfully as he continued to click his mouth in between talking. ’How odd. Not only are you clueless, but a lost Jedi who doesn’t know where he is.’ Trench countered not believing that the boy in front of him didn’t know where he was. There was no way a Jedi, his current enemy, would just happen to be on christophsis at this point in the clone wars. Trench wouldn’t by this trickery. ’Next you’ll be telling me you lost your memory.’ He muttered amused, still brushing his chin.
Galen though about saying that he had lost his memory but this man was probably not the understanding type. Against his intentions, Galen would play along for a small time. ’Maybe I have. I certainly don’t think I’d forget your face, or how I even got into this situation.’ He countered back sounding aggressive and irritated but superior, infuriating Trench. Gleaming up with a sneer, Galen drove his question with a smirk that formed into a frown, wanting an answer. ’So how about you answer my question that you haven’t responded to. You are driving my patience, whoever you are.’
HIT
Trench backhanded Galen across right side of his face but Galen did not fall impressively remaining in the seated position on his knees. The chains around his arms and legs were too heavy to produce a sound from the movement caused by the hit, but it hadn’t really hurt him.
Trench growled at the treatment of the Jedi before him, acting as if his imprisonment were no problem or threat. Although, this could be a usual response for a Jedi, the fact that anyone who would become in impatience when being questioned by Trench wounded and burned the Harch’s pride.
’Arrogant, self-entitled, Jedi filth! Learn some respect and your place as our prisoner.’ Trench spat venomously not falling for any military masquerade and/or accepting disrespect by his immobilised enemy.
Trench spat in disgust, clicking his teeth loudly. ’Pretending to know nothing will do you no good. I know the christophisans, being lead by the Alderaan Senator and his clones, have begged the Republic for help.’ Trench said in a commanding and merciless tone. He paused and glared at Galen in annoyance. ’You arrived far sooner than anticipated but your luck did not fortune you when those slavers caught you sneaking into the city.’ Trench continued further confusing Galen.
Galen frowned back with mutual feelings towards the spider that cared heavy about his reputation. Though Galen couldn’t say that he knew any of what was being said to him because he didn’t. ’I have no idea what you are talking about. And that hurt you fury, fanged nobody.’ Galen finished stabbing again at Trenches pride.
HIT!
Trench hit Galen harder this time and from the opposite direction as Galen faced the direction he was struck, unmoving. ’I am Admiral Trench!’ Trench roared at the man he thought was a young Jedi. ’I am one of the galaxies, greatest military minds. And as long as I command the blockade around Christophtsis I won’t allow a shred more of the Republic’s presence on this planet, than what is feebly trying to fight back!’ He shouted inches from Galen’s cheeks, his breath..not as bad as one would imagine. Though Galen didn’t care for hygiene right now.
Galen wasn’t facing this man, his eyes were shut and his teeth were grinding on each other. Slowly turning back to Trench, Galen opened his eyes and glared, his voice coming from behind his teeth. ’rrrhhh.’ Galen silently growled and his connection the force awoke with his growing irritation of Trench.
Trenches eyes widen as his mind clouded, a feeling of shadowing influence coming over him. As if a massive hand was descending on him, slowly taking all thought as it approached and blocked out everything else. On the outside Trench shook his head and growled again at the Jedi. ’Why you, how dare you try one of your jedi mind tricks on me!’ He shouted bringing his arm back to strike Galen again.
’Enough, calm yourself Trench.’ Said the other, silent person that was staying in the shadows announcing himself. The lights completely flickered on to reveal the small, metal prison cell with Trench standing in front of Galen. Behind Trench a long snouted, blue alien, unknown to Galen as much as Trenches species, walked from the closed door with his arms behind him. He wore expensive looking clothing that looked like that of a noble and his posture suggest this as well.
’I want him alive to bargain with when the clone armies arrive.’ He elaborated to Trench as the admiral stepped aside. The new person peered at Galen curiously and silently, pausing the conversation as his face frowned in thought. ’I don’t think he was sent here by the republic, there’s no way they could response so fast. Perhaps he is a spy.’ He started analysing the time of which they had been controlling the planet.
Trench clicked at the thought. ’Explain General Loathsome.’
General Loathsome’s eyes turned to Trench but his body did not. ’He must have been hiding on the planet by order of the jedi before we took it and has only revealed himself now. It’s not impossible that the Jedi could have used their foresight to predict our occupation of Christophsis. ’ General Loathsome concluded continue on his reasoning, sounding more and more accurate with every word. These thoughts in a way were a testament to his tactical insight being a military General. ’If that is case, it would explain why our spies in the republic haven’t heard off it. It would have been an internal Jedi act. Not only that but his physical appearance looks like that of a spy or assassin, despite the Jedi’s ways.’ He said breaking down theory’s over looking Galen thin body that looked like a spy’s, before continuing to support it. ’There has been preparation on the republic’s part but no confirmed notion to act on christophsis’s occupation. And even if he had come from Coruscant you would have picked up on him before he entered the atmosphere.’He stated confident in Admiral Trench’s abilities.
Galen was impressed by the breakdown and reasoning Loathsome had, taking a mental note to remember all of his words. Galen didn’t know the entities being mentioned so it was best to store them for later. He also noted the vote of confidence on Trenches part but didn’t want to make it easy for the spider that had struck him. ’Maybe I did come from Coruscant.’ He stated pulling Trench’s and Loathsome’s attention with the tease. ’Just maybe..you’re not as great as you think, Trench.’ Galen said falsely suggesting that he done something that he hadn’t to confuse and anger his captors.
It worked. ’Nothing would get by me!’ Trench roared infuriated approaching to strike again.
Loathsome stepped in between the two of them and growled back. ’Trench. While I have no problem with torturing our prisoner, he was already beaten severely before we received him. I want him breathing.’ General Loathsome continued. ’How he got here does concern me but it does not matter in our grant scheme now. We’ve captured him so-’
Galen had just about enough of this treatment as he focu
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