Feral went on the attack once more. The Ewoks around him lost their will to fight finally. The swelling fear and the prospect of cutting them into little pieces gave Feral a boost, and he called on the dark side, letting it erupt at the prospect of chopping them into morsels.
He waved his blade left to right, picking them off hundreds at a time with ease. His blade looped and curled, sweeping high and low. He had no problem cutting swaths through them, even if they were shorter than him and were waddling away.
He gripped more Ewok with the force, squeezing their air sacs, but since their lungs were so small the Ewoks' pitiful gasps were the only sounds that could be heard.
Feral tossed the bodies to the side, and lifted more live Ewok off the forest floor, slowly, painfully crushing them from the inside out. He pressed down on their cells and set them all on fire, sending his foes into pained shrieks and howls, making their demise a long, slow, and agonizing one.
The last Ewok looked up at him with tears in its eyes.
"Gyeesh den es'eesht! Gyeesh! Den es'eesht!"
Feral grabbed the Ewok, slowly moving his blade across its shoulder and removed its whole arm. It shrieked and screamed, smoke streaming off its body, its arm falling to the ground, its shoulder bleeding out for just a second before the wound was cauterized.
He bit it full force in the face, tearing his canines through its eyes and nose, sending it into a screaming fit.
Its tiny body flailed as it reacted to the pain, but Feral kept it in place, digging his canines deeper, and clenched his jaws.
The Ewok screamed without reprieve, going into a panicked frenzy.
Feral chewed the creature until it stopped moving and blood was pouring into his mouth, then he spit it out, and swallowed the copious amounts of blood that had spilled out from its gouged face.
"Herd these filthy little things up, now!"
He grabbed another one biting through its skull.
"Na goo!"
His blade and canines carved into the retreating and begging Ewoks.
"Na goo!"
"Gyeesh!"
They tried to run, falling, sprawling, and flipping over.
"Gyeesh!"
"Na goo!"
He dragged them through the dirt, smashing their arms, twisting their legs, and bent their fingers all the way back until they were flat against the forearm. He snapped their knees so the bone pierced right out of the leg and took a pound of fur with it.
"Gyeesh!
Feral chopped them at the knees and elbows, dragging them across the ground as he systematically dismantled them.
"Na goo!"
"Gyeesh!"
Feral moved slow and methodically, utilizing blade techniques that caused the Ewoks nothing but pure agony and brought death no closer until he wanted it to happen.
"Gyeesh!"
"Na goo!"
Feral took the Ewok shrieking at him, smashed its face in with a force push, and smashed the rest of its body into a shower of gore.
The last one looked up at him, and he swung his blade, splitting it right down the middle so the halves fell sideways.
"What a lot of pathetic creatures." Feral snarled.
Feral cut off thousands more Ewoks' limbs, but finding the movement to be too cumbersome, he used a windmill flourish to take off fingers, wrists, hands, ankles, feet, or toes instead halfway through his butchering.
Two fingers, and a thumb on each hand, and two toes on each foot, the Ewok never had good odds, and Feral preferred long sweeping attacks.
There was nothing they could do to stop him, he pulled them right into the path of his blade, and dragged them across the ground toward his position with the force, letting them struggle and claw at the ground with all of their might until he carved into their small bodies.
Their neatly amputated arms, fingers, toes, and legs began to litter the forest floor along with their squirming and writhing bodies as they reeled in agony.
With another flourish he sent more arms flying.
The Ewoks fell back, and Feral pressed his attack, leveling his blade so hard and fast that the air showered with arms and heads for ten minutes straight.
The smoking, headless bodies crumbled to the ground.
The wounded cried out.
Raging, destructive barrages lanced from the sky, pulverizing and tearing through areas of the surrounding forests.
The same forests where millions of Ewoks had fled and where even billions more were possibly dwelling, hiding, or preparing for battle.
With a roar of fury the giant trunks and branches snapped in half, and flames swept across the entire canopy, setting fire to everything in sight and leveling the branches until there was just a curtain of fire.
Like a solid roof had melted, the canopy caved down and in. With a cry of thunder, fire and molten debris rained down through the forest, wailing, roaring, and surging with unrelenting power until it crashed into the ground.
Trunks and boles smashed into the ground, split in two or more pieces, obliterated completely, not just shattered, but completely uprooted by the millions.
The whole planet began to shake.
Ewoks ran shrieking and screaming from the forest, fur burning, faces on fire, limbs crushed, missing, and bodies melting from the flames devouring them.
They were thrown end over end, bashing into trees, their limbs snapping with ease from each impact.
It wasn't long before thousands, and finally millions of Ewoks began to press forward out of the burning, crumbling planet-wide forest.
Soon enough the area was crowded with more Ewoks than any ship or number of ships could accommodate.
Another roar of thunder ripped through the air as the upper reaches of planet-wide canopy finally caved in, and millions of more trees withered and shattered under it.
Finally the ground itself was a blazing inferno. The roots of the trees stood no chance, nor their foundations as the fires licked and smothered every inch of them. Soon enough, they began to chip away, and finally tilt sideways before plummeting one last time.
Feral lunged at the Ewoks, taking his blade, and carving ribbons through them. He didn't stop his relentless assault, only feeding off of their fear, and driving them into despair to fuel his own power, and to make his crimson fire more ferocious.
Another impact struck, incinerating everything in its path as it tore into the crust of the world, leaving a wide trail of destruction as it ran its course.
It was clear to the Ewoks. There was no use begging or pleading with this evil creature. He was here to torment them and nothing else.
Feral looked at the cowering creatures, noting the younglings being held tight by the females. How the males stood in front of them.
He pulled the males forward and took their arms with his blade.
He dragged his blade slow across their shoulders making them suffer the whole time.
He cut more in half at the torso, watching their legs fall to the ground, and chuckled when they writhed and suffered at his feet.
They looked up at him, big eyes glossy, their finger-less hands nursing the cauterized stump of their torso.
It was all too amusing.
These creatures think they could stop him.
He focused on the females and young.
"Kill the young. If any of these little filthy fur balls try to fight, beat them down to bloody pulps. The rest of you, work on destroying this whole forest. I want every tree blasted to nothing or uprooted and don't stop until it is so!"
Feral threw his blade with the force, slashing and chopping through the line until there were only pieces left behind. He called his blade back, slicing and uprooting trees with ease, sending a portion of the planetary forest crashing into the ground within a few minutes.
He turned his focus onto the Ewoks, and brought his blade to slash. The air filled with cries and shrieks. He made short work of them, the females scrambled for their young, only to have their limbs cut off and sent reeling back, shrieking and screaming.
Feral gripped his light-saber, adjusted his grip, and made his way to carve down the wall of Ewoks. What young remained were now cowering and being put behind the females. Feral grabbed the female Ewoks off the ground with the force, called a stone tip from a spear towards them, and slashed it across their forms rapidly.
The arrows were tipped with a potent neurotoxin, ensuring that anyone who was shot by them would die in an extremely gruesome manner.
The female Ewoks clawed at their faces, gasping for air, the neurotoxin paralyzed every muscle in their body, including their lungs.
Feral slashed the stone across more Ewok and their young. They all clawed at their faces and throats, rolling on the ground, flailing their limbs, foaming at the mouth, and gasping for air. They choked on the foam brewing out of their mouth, entire bodies shaking as they choked to death.
"That's some serious poison right there."
Feral watched the Ewoks still rolling on the ground. A puddle of foam and spit had gathered and the Ewoks' filthy, burned fur became soaked with it. They clawed at their throats, mouths gaping open for oxygen but none would come.
"Good thing my Tactical Droids know about your little tricks."
He raised his blade, intent on wiping out the last Ewok young before his eyes at this moment.
"Please stop! We submit ourselves to you!"
Feral blinked wide, turned, and stared at the elder Ewok that stood before the group.
Feral walked up to the furry creature, squatting so he was eye level.
This little filthy ball of fur could speak basic, while the rest of them screeched and shrieked the whole time.
Yes, these Ewok were better off being wiped out, and would make great carpets. Something about these creatures rubbed him the wrong way, it was their presence, in how they spoke and behaved...
There was Ewok Jerky.
Now there would be a whole cuisine based on their meat going as far as Coruscant. He would enjoy every second of their suffering and he would enjoy every second of crushing that insufferable presence.
"Did you just speak, you filthy creature?"
"We need the forest! Those are our soul trees! They are a part of us, who we are, our ancestors! We cherish our young! You can't take them away from us! It is our home, without it-"
Feral's red eyes sharpened and he showed his canines, drenched with the blood of Ewoks and their flesh.
He had devoured many.
"Without it you are all nothing and will be nothing forever. You are a bunch of ignorant fools worshiping your so called gods and soul trees. I am going to destroy everything. I am going to kill all of your gods. I am going to destroy all of the soul trees. Everything including your lakes and rivers. I am well aware of how much the Ewok treasure their young, that is why I am taking them, because if I don't your whole population, just not you, will cause nothing but problems."
"What do you want from us? What have we done to you to deserve this!?"
"Nothing...Nothing at all..."
"Then why do you destroy our homes? Why do you butcher us and cut off our limbs!?"
"You exist, that is why. You are my prey. You have a purpose to serve, which is inevitably extinction."
"What!?"
"This is no longer your planet, your families are no longer your own, your young are no longer your own, your food is no longer your food, and this forest you all hold so dear will be reduced to nothing but smoldering ash...But, you all get to live and see it burn down, and you get to live afterwards as well for a short time...You will all be herded together in containment."
"You...You intend to eat us!?"
"I am going to eat all of your food, and you will all starve. You will harvest for me, gather for me, hunt for me, and you will also be my meals. You are all now a food source, my food source, and you will be treated as such until none of you are left to breed like the little rats you are. If you are lucky I will skin you alive and use your fur for carpets. I will eat your young alive, and throw you all into pots of boiling water and make an Ewok stew!"
"You're evil! We are sentient beings! We can think, feel, and love! We can cry! We're crying right now because so many of us are dead and dying! So many young have been killed!"
Feral grabbed the Ewok with the force, what he should have done in the first place, and lifted it off the ground.
"What does your superstitions tell you about this?" Feral asked, putting pressure on the Ewok's eyes sockets.
The creature strained, tensing. "Evil...Magic..."
Interesting...I wonder...
"Furry rat. Tell me something. What would you call light and dark here?"
"The light spirit and night spirit. The night spirit is evil. The light spirit is good. We Ewok worship the light spirit, but the Dulocks worship the night spirit.
Feral grinned-it made sense.
The reason the Ewok's mere presence caused him nothing but rage is because they were of the light side-they were just like the Jedi in holding to the light and only the light. No wonder they were so sickening, it was almost like standing next to a Jedi.
Now, the Ewoks had to be butchered down to the last young.
There was no question about it.
"You are not sentient in my eyes or anyone else's. You never will be, I promise. You are little filthy fur balls, runts, tree rats, and rats who will be used for food. You are contemptible creatures. I bet if a chef could make some dishes with your meat, like cheek meat, or your thighs...I'm sure they'd be better than that jerky. They might pay good money for your meat. Nobody is going to come here to help you filthy creatures or stop me. Your fate is to be butchered out of existence ultimately."
"Ehda! Ehda!"
"Gyessh!"
"Graks!"
"Ehda graks!"
Feral looked at the rest of the Ewoks then to the elder.
"They just called me evil. An evil monster."
The elder looked a little surprised. "Y...You can understand our language?"
Feral shook his head.
"You all shriek and squeal the same to me, I wouldn't even call it a language. But, I know the word evil and monster when I hear it in any language. You should have told them you had it handled and to be quiet. You should have told them I was one of your gods, you should have told them I am the night spirit, now I am going to show them how much of an evil monster I can be."
"Please wait! I can-"
Feral waved his hand.
Droids herded the Ewoks into a pile and began to bash them with their rifles, fists, and kick them until they were whimpering, bloody, writhing, shaking, shrieking, screaming, and cowering. The beating went on for a long time and many were struck so hard their heads or faces were caved in.
By the time they were done half of the Ewoks were sniveling and begging for mercy and the other half were beaten bloody with no way of moving due to broken bones.
Battle droids continued to hammer into them, not stopping until no sound came out of them.
"Bring those four here now." Feral ordered.
The droids obeyed.
Feral slowly dragged his blade across their shoulders, making his way across at an even slower pace, reveling the whole time.
Their heads slowly rolled off their bodies.
Their bodies crumpled pathetically.
"I hate you filthy things...That light spirit of yours irritates me! Even if you don't fight you have mouths! You have a will! I am going to break it! You are of the light and I am going to extinguish you and your light, for good!"
"Please! We will do what you want! Just don't kill us! Don't kill our young! Don't eat us! Don't separate us from our young, please don't be so evil! I beg you!"
Feral gestured to the recently fallen Ewok that would never see again and smashed his blade through its face, then turned his gaze onto who must have been the elder.
Maybe the only surviving elder, or the only one present, since the whole planet was being bombarded by everything save for force storms.
"You really can speak Basic, filthy creature...It isn't just a few sentences. You are fluent."
The black furred Ewok nodded, eyes shining with tears. "I can speak and understand it. Many Ewok can."
Feral spat at him. "Not for long. I'm going to cut your mouths so you can't even shriek again. You can do nothing to stop me."
"You can't just kill all of us and our young!"
"I can and I will eventually. All of you will be killed, even your young. If you all prove to be rebellious when I round all of you up, I will have my droids blast your young until there is nothing left. I will make a stew out of them."
Feral smashed his boot across the elder Ewok's head, sending blood gushing from its skull.
Sidious didn't want them wiped out to the last young, not yet at least. He wanted them to suffer greatly and didn't want any mercy to be shown. He did want them wiped out, but not yet, not before they served their purpose.
What their purpose would be he had no idea, but he just focused on continuing his mission and completing it to perfection.
"Please...We will do anything..."
"Fine. Fine. I am not without reason, there are other species on this planet that need to be beat into submission just like you little vermin. You were just the first creatures and last creatures on my list to get beaten into submission. The Dulocks are next."
The Ewok began to feel some relief, Feral could feel the relief like a hot prick of light on his dark armor, and crushed it.
He was starting to hate Ewoks with a passion.
"But, the entire forest is going to be destroyed. If there are more of you vermin hiding in there, it's already too late. I do not even see close to a million of you little filthy things out here, and I know there could be over two billion of you in total...So more must be in there."
"Please, don't we-"
Feral shook his head.
"Prepare to see them all blown to pieces and thrown away. I will spare all of you here, but your land, your fellow kin in there, what you hold dear-how you will look to these treetops for hope and salvation, to see your homes, and want to return to them, I am going to reduce all of it to nothing. It won't even be a dream or a prayer! You won't dream and you won't say a prayer! What remains of your homes and forests you will chop down yourselves."
"Target all of the tree villages, ground villages, lake villages, and cave villages if you haven't already. Focus maximum firepower."
Turbolasers and hyper focused destructive beams burned the atmosphere, ripped the clouds asunder, turning the whole sky bright red and orange.
It was almost as if the beams themselves were going to burn the planet.
They burned the air, tearing clear into the surrounding forests without any issue. Like a Rancor breaking a twig, the beams and lasers ripped clear through what foundation there was, sending bark, debris, Ewok, and crust flying in huge storms.
With a roar, the giant trunks of the planet snapped in half, the branches shattered, the trees moved like waves, and flames swept across the ground as kilometers began to collapse.
Billions of Ewoks began to run for any clearing but fire swept them up and debris fell crushing their small bodies or just a part, leaving them halfway crushed and dying.
With another roar, molten rage ripped through the forest, surging, bellowing, and pushing with immense power.
More Ewoks ran screaming from the forest, their faces covered in flames, their arms and legs black and burned completely off.
Even more were thrown head over heels, flipping thousands of feet above the destroyed canopy, streaks of scorching fur, bashing into trees and bouncing off like rag dolls, snapping arms, legs, and necks like twigs.
Eventually, fire swept across everything, carving, engulfing, and destroying.
Most of the forest continued to burn, and the few areas that still tried to escape the flames had been destroyed and obliterated by the destructive beams.
Without any warning, what remained of a part of the forest swayed from the rest, taking several billion more trees and the entire writing canopy along with it, smashing fire into earth with a vicious reverberation.
The bodies of Ewoks came flying out of the fire along with parts of droids and war ships.
Feral looked at the eldest Ewok, baring his sharp teeth menacingly.
"Look at your homes now! Look at your kin! Look at your forest! Look at them all burn to death! Look how your fellow Ewok smash into trees like little dolls."
The eldest Ewok wept. "Have mercy on us. You've already taken our world and destroyed our homes. We can do nothing against you!"
"Sith have no mercy!" Feral roared, projecting his voice so it shook all of the Ewoks to their very core and made them weep.
They cowered away, cowered away from him, cowered at the droids, cowered at each other, cowered at every sound, crying, weeping, shivering, and just cowering to cower.
Fear consumed them completely.
Feral grabbed the elder Ewok with the force.
"Do you know why I have one arm?"
The Ewok didn't answer, unsure and frightened.
"Sith kill each other for sport. We like to scheme. My prey got me before I could get her, but I will get her when the time is ripe...I will take her head."
He grinned.
"But, right now you are my prey."
He brought her saber to slash with his mind.
It moved across the gap between him and the rest of the Ewoks.
"No!" The elder cried.
It was too late.
The blade sliced and cut through the air.
Arms began to pile up along with legs, fingers, and toes.
Feral veered his blade forward, pointing it, and grabbed the elder Ewok by the head.
"You are my prey, understand? I see you and your kind as nothing more than food. I hate all of you, I feel nothing but contempt for all of you. I want to make and see every last one you suffer. You are nourishment for me. You are my food. I enjoy causing fear and horror. I love to inflict pain and agony. It makes me stronger! I will devour you and extinguish your light."
The Ewok's strength was no match for Feral.
He moved the creature forward until its eyes burned into the blade and it screamed.
Feral dragged it across the length of its eyes.
A small, precise cut.
The Ewok began to shriek, but in no mood for the noise, Feral kicked it in the face, and smashed his foot on its head as he addressed the rest of them, calling his blade back from amputating the surviving population of Ewok gathered near him.
"Be glad I haven't wiped all of you out down to your last youngling. You will make good slaves, food, decorations, and carpets. Now you will all be herded into containment zones and separated, if any of you resist or make me mad, I'll cut off your heads! I will cut your young into tiny little pieces!"
Feral activated his comlink.
"Begin to land the ground units to search for the rest of the Ewoks and any other creatures here. We will make outposts and observatories just in case anyone wants to come here and try to throw their weight around. We will also make torture camps, chambers, and prisons."
A Tactical Droid replied after a moment. "Shall we land all of our ground forces?"
A MagnaGuard chimed in.
"There are still many Ewok planet wide that we are containing. It is just not confined to these vermin here. More are lining up all over the world, as we obliterate the forest and send them hurling out. More are fighting. More are running."
"Landing ground units will route them out. We have more than a quadrillion with us right now-there are only a few billion Ewok at the most. Nowhere close to our numbers."
"Do it." Feral commanded.
Feral looked at the group of cowering Ewoks. There were many, too many for his taste. The hard truth was, this was just a small group.
There were bigger groups.
These filthy creatures had been left alone for too long, clearly.
He had no problem exposing his fangs, but he didn't like being redundant.
"We'll move with that plan. Use overwhelming and brutal force."
"P-please..." The elder Ewok squeaked out.
"...I wonder...For you to sit here and plead...Slaves. You will be slaves. You will be my slaves. I will kill you when I please, naturally, but I will make use of you. All of you. Every last one of you Ewok."
Feral looked to his army.
"Beat them all to a bloody pulp and torture them until they scream their voice out. All of them. Cut off their toes and fingers."
The army obeyed without question.
He activated his comlink.
"Focus on wiping out the entire forest planet-wide. However, spare some of the forest, their homes and cities and use them to imprison them. I will have a palace as well built from what remains and a throne. Aerial bombardments will continue until the forest's annihilation is achieved along with ground forces moving to route all of the Ewoks in containment."
The army obeyed without question.
The whole forest was being chopped down and engulfed in flames at the same time, a mere flaming gem in the center of an unknown space system.
Endor held no beauty from the outside, unless one found the shine of crimson to be pleasant.
Unless one found the sight of thousands of Dreadnaughts blasting away at a planet to be pleasant, and some would find the experience to be enjoyable.
There wasn't any green in sight.
More and more Ewok were joining their fellows in cowering.
More and more were contained.
More and more were burned and flung through the skies.
Feral glanced down at the sniveling elder Ewok and lifted it with the force. To Feral-they were not sentient and never were in the first place.
They never would be, and Sidious would ensure it stayed that way.
They were not female and male.
They were it.
Things.
Creatures.
Food.