The Empire begins with the Fourth Scourge.

Chapter 2672 The Star Slayer

2672, Star Killer

Galen Malek simply turned the driver's seat around and said calmly, "Listen, I know my background makes you suspicious, but believe me, I just want to do something."

"Why did you bring us to Kashyyk?" Gam-Bel-Iblis asked.

“There’s fighting going on here,” Galen-Marek said. “The Imperial army is trying to suppress the Wookiee uprising, but the Kingdom of Dawn launched an offensive in the East, and the super battleship Destroyer attacked here, so the Imperial army here is in disarray. They don’t want to give up Kashyyk, but they are also worried that the Kingdom of Dawn’s fleet will attack again, so most of the fleet that stays here to continue fighting the Wookiees is volunteering.”

“Therefore, the fleet here lacks effective organization,” Gam-Bel-Iblis said. “The fact that some Imperial soldiers are willing to stay on the battlefield shows that they still have courage.”

"Hmph! Don't overestimate them." Mon-Mosma sneered. "These remaining fleets are just there to continue swindling military funds. They would never risk their lives to launch an attack."

“In short, with the expired identification code on my spaceship, getting in here shouldn’t be a problem, and no one will notice for the time being,” Galen-Marek said. “You guys decide where to go next.”

“No matter where we go, we won’t take you with us,” Mon-Mosma said. “Thank you for rescuing us, but unfortunately, we can’t take you to where we’re going.”

“You don’t need to be so wary of me. I understand, but I have nowhere else to go right now.” Garen-Marek gave a bitter laugh, his voice lowering. “Do you know why I brought you to Kashyy?”

“If it’s for reasons other than military matters, as you just mentioned, I don’t know.” Mon-Mosma shook his head.

“My father was a Jedi Knight who died here protecting the Wookiees,” Galen Malek said. “The one who killed him was Darth Vader.”

Mon-Mosma's expression changed, and he became serious.

“And my mother, Marian Malek, was discovered and killed by the Pykes during an operation to free Wookiee slaves,” Galen Malek said. “When Darth Vader came to Kashyyk to suppress the uprising, he tracked down the Wookiee commander and found my father, and then he killed him…”

He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile. "Later, Darth Vader kept telling me that it was my weakness that caused my parents' deaths. Even if he hadn't killed my father, someone else would have. Because in this galaxy, the weak have no right to live. So he started training me and told me that I could kill him anytime I had the ability, but if I did, he would kill me with all his might."

"So, you ran away?" Gam-Bell-Iblis asked.

“Giving me a chance to kill him was just an excuse to keep me calm,” Galen Malek said. “He assigned me a phantom droid, which is also always looking to kill me. But aside from wanting to kill me, it will cooperate with everything I do. And Darth Vader is always with the army; to kill him, you must also have the power to defeat an army. But before that…”

Garen Malek took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling. “I’ve long since lost myself in endless killing… His teaching was based on the premise that I had to complete various missions for him. He gave me the codename ‘Starkiller.’ Assassination, sabotage, kidnapping, infiltration, annihilation—all kinds of missions… but without exception, these missions all required killing, killing many people. And the more I killed, the more the dark side drove me to madness. I understand that one day, I will become a mindless, bloodthirsty beast!” “Wait a minute, you’re the one codenamed ‘Starkiller’?” Gam Bell Iblis suddenly stood up, pointing at him and shouting angrily, “The dark side agent who’s been active for the past few years? Many of our comrades have died at your hands!”

“That’s just a means for me to survive,” Garen Malek said coldly. “They were killed not because of me, but because they exposed themselves. If they had been able to hide well, would I have come looking for them?”

“That’s just an excuse! You’ve killed too many people! We can’t accept you!” Ibris shouted.

“I don’t expect anyone’s forgiveness or acceptance. I just want to sit here and do what I should do.” Galen Malek stood up, placed a card on the cockpit control panel, and said, “This ship is yours. If you don’t accept it, then you have at most two days to figure out how to leave here.”

"What else do you want?" Ibris said coldly.

“Otherwise, this place will become a battlefield.” As Garen Malek spoke, he took a black metal mask from the side and put it on his head. In that instant, a chilling aura swept over him!

He changed into another incredibly ferocious combat suit without regard for anyone else, and even installed metal claws on his gloves!
Without a doubt, at this moment, Garen Malek was truly... a killing machine!
He walked straight past the crowd toward the hatch, and upon reaching it, turned back and said in a deep voice covered by a metal mask, "I will fulfill my father's unfinished duty—to save the Wookiees, in my own way. You know how to find me. Remember, I'm willing to do anything to overthrow the Galactic Empire."

After saying that, he leaped down.

"Who is your father?" Mon-Mosma shouted.

[Kentor...] A faint voice echoed in my ears.

"Wait a minute, it's Master Kento!" Gam-Bell-Ebris exclaimed in surprise. "No wonder his name sounded familiar! Malek... Malek...! That's it... Master Kento Malek! I met him once when I was with the Jedi Order! After Order Sixty-Six was activated, he disappeared. I never expected him to end up on Kashyyk!!"

His expression then darkened, and he shook his head, saying, "He killed too many people... no..."

Mon-Mosma frowned. "But now, I think we need something like this..."

"No! Absolutely not!" Ibris interrupted Mosma sharply. "If anyone can stand on our side, then what's the difference between us and the Empire! Don't forget, Councilor Mosma, what we're fighting for! And them, perhaps their enemy is indeed the Empire, but their goals are fundamentally different from ours!"

"Now that things have come to this, are you still planning to argue with me, Congressman Ibrlis?" Mon-Mosma retorted, calmly looking at his opponent.

Ibris sighed, sat in the cockpit, and said while fastening his seatbelt, "Let's get out of here first. Without Galen Malek, we can't fool the Imperial army. Find a safe place and contact our people."