A crimson, bloody sky encompassed Endor.
Assault crafts and transports sped around in tight formations in the darkening skies.
Huge transports began to zoom in for landings, doors and hatch bays spinning open, allowing the droids to pile in the limb-less and amputated Ewoks that continued to hit the ground by the billions.
Hailfire droids rolled out from Dreadnaught ramps, unleashing firestorms of missiles toward the Ewoks and their forests, painting blossoming fireballs through the horizon and beyond, all of the shots aimed to make the furry warriors run away more than do harm.
Pinpoint counter fire from the turrets smashed where Ewoks were still trying to defend themselves, all bursting in small explosions, that were ripped to shreds of smoke as the oncoming assault crafts speared through it all, and sent the defending Ewoks flying to the ground head over heels.
Troop transports streaked over the crumbling forest and spiraled downward with all blasters on automatic, nets casting out, pushing themselves inward to keep their forward batteries smashing through the trees that remained, while just a little lower, the seventh generation troop transport hovered with bay doors open, trailing cables that looped all the way to the fiery pits below.
Super Battle Droids and their variants raced down the tassels, rappelling so fast they seemed to be free falling. Soon enough a mass of steel poured out, along with a rain storm of blaster fire and nets, leveling Ewoks that marched out to meet them, and the ones that tried to retreat just the same.
More nets were thrown, casting a shadow over the entire forest, and yanked.
The whole landscape began to writhe.
Cables brushed the edges of the forests that remained, and super battle droids slid down, each one unleashing chains of beams.
Ewoks staggered and waddled, quickly forced into containment as their routes of escape were cut off or nonexistent.
More got tangled and entrapped in nets, struggling helplessly.
Surviving battle droids opened up on the Ewoks, grateful for something to shoot at, blasting holes in faces, cooking flesh with super-heated steam, bursting and boiling skin, and burning eyes without a second care in the world as blood sprayed high against trees.
When the battle droids hit the ground, the next waves were right behind them.
The Ewoks began to waver.
Nets and other measures were thrown by the droids, halting and preventing hundreds of billions from attacking.
Soon enough assault ships were dropping massive nets over the entire forest, and then lifting them up, forcing the whole sky to appear as if it were moving.
Feral could see all of the Ewoks and Woklings fighting and struggling in the nets.
Tanks moved forward once more, their blasts carving through the air and dispersing any Ewoks that were trying to hide.
More and more transports with cargo containers and huge interiors lined up, more and more Ewoks were lined up in piles, and more containers were piled high with struggling and screaming Ewoks.
More and more droids were tossing and throwing the Ewoks and Woklings every which way like trash, paying no heed to their plight.
Feral swept his saber in offensive velocities.
Limb-less Ewok bodies piled up.
When the Ewoks saw their lines decimated, when they seen their comrades and young being dismembered and thrown around like trash into cargo containers, when they seen even more being herded away into containment, more trapped in nets, it was in that singular moment they realized the battle was lost before it ever got the chance to start.
They had done all they could to repel the attack.
They lost.
Turning to their fellows, Ewok warriors signaled for a retreat, unable to watch as the evil monster left their fellows weeping as they lost every limb except for their head. Unable to watch as nets ensnared the last free and brave Ewoks.
More and more Ewoks started to do the same thing, and soon enough thousands upon millions, and then billions were fleeing in the midst of pursuing droids and tanks.
The Ewoks were blown off of the ground, stumpy legs wiggling through the air as they fought for orientation and to stay alive, all of them falling neatly into suspended nets.
There was nowhere to go except the raging fires, and brought to that end, the Ewoks faced their doom.
Between burning to death and being herded into containment, forced to give up their food, and chop down their homes-they chose to be herded into containment.
Another Ewok rode atop a tank as the battle, brutal subjugation, and savage oppression raged on around him.
The droids inside the tank were aware of his presence, and the driver tried to throw him off by swinging the turret gun.
The Ewok gripped the barrel, hugging it close to its body, refusing to be dislodged.
"Chyasee! Chyasee!"
Another Ewok climbed onto the tank. Laser fire burst, missing both Ewok as they struggled to not break free of their perch or be smashed into a tree trunk.
The fire carved into the burning trees, blasting away what remained of any Ewok fortresses, and sent even more Ewoks scattering into nets.
The hatch opened and lanky droid heads moved about.
The Ewok's eyes widened as he saw weapons being lifted and brought to bear.
He jumped flinging himself clear of the tank, landing awkwardly on top of another band of Ewoks that had been completely dismembered, wincing as he heard the pained whimpers he caused.
The other Ewok wasn't so lucky.
The droids dragged it into the tank, clenching it hard around its nose and another gouged its eye out.
"De oppra!"
"De oppra!"
"Dangar!"
Ewoks began to run into the tank, fighting to save their comrade, their cries and screeches echoing through the war zone.
Explosions moved like waves across the landscape, sending megatons of dirt, Ewoks, and bark skyward, up heaving everything so flames and colors of yellow were spewing in all directions.
Ewoks rained from the sky, flying in all directions, even coming from the ground up.
All of them were captured in the suspended nets.
One Ewok closed his eyes in terror against the chaos taking place all around him.
He prayed that this was not the end.
Feral dismembered him a second later.
In the crumbing pockets of forest, the Ewok army was being picked apart.
Some of the Ewok escaped back into the receding swamp, and some deeper into the burning forests, but battle droids, Spider Droids, B2 super battle droids on STAPs, and massive tanks were right behind them and kept pace.
They knew they would not remain free.
Most of the Ewoks were already taken prisoner.
All around them, their fellows were being herded away by droids. They were being carved, beat, shocked, amputated, tortured, their eyes were being gouged out, and they were even being dismembered until they had no limbs and no eyes, nor any ears.
They were thrown into transports and crammed until they had to writhe because too many had been piled on top of each other. As the transports would move, hundreds of thousands of Ewoks would spill out and scatter across the ground, all of them moaning or shriveling up in pain, forcing nearby droids to make a pile out of them.
They were kicked, thrown, and tossed into organization like garbage.
"Kvark! Kvark!" One shrieked.
A warrior nodded, equally frightened. "Jeroota jad."
"Ne gata Treeta Dobra?"
"Ne gata Mookiee?"
"Ne gata yeh?"
"Roda theesa, treeta dobra, yeh."
"Den che!"
"Bok chuu-ock."
"Roda..."
"Roda!?"
"Es'eesht. Seefo. Den yub nub. Den grek. Den jadgreh. Den jee jee! Seefo Theesa! Es'eesht theesa! Entzahee roda. Siz tal! Seefo tal! Roda tana! Rona teesa! Ka na-chin na manna manna noot!"
"Den!"
"Kush Chyasee!"
"Ne Gata chyasee!"
"Den Chyasee Tana."
"Tyehtgeethin Chyasee!"
"Den tyhtgeethin Chyasee! Den Tana!"
"Chyasee!"
"Chyasee!"
"Gyeesh!"
"Den yub nub!"
"Den yub nub!"
"Tyeht danti Treeta Dobra!?"
"Edha graks roda enthzahee roda Treeta Dobra. Ekla enthazee roda theesa!"
The Ewoks all whimpered, bowed their heads and prayed, or held onto each other and cried falling over on themselves as explosions and their turmoil threw them head over heels.
They wondered what had happened to the others on the world.
Had they been captured, too?
Or were they blown to pieces?
Were they burned alive?
They thought about Happy Grove and its destruction.
They thought about Bright Tree Village and its decimation.
They thought of how nothing would remain of the villages when this day was over.
How nothing would remain of any village or any tree.
How nothing would remain of their world.
How many of their fellows had been blown sky high.
How so many Woklings had been wiped out.
How many more were suffering right now.
How much more were being thrown into containment and taken away, forced to cut down trees despite missing fingers, toes, legs, feet, and even arms. How more were forced to harvest, hunt, and gather all of the food stores left behind.
They were forced by the droids to swing their axes off balance, and those who couldn't be strong and flailed away, were thrown into a cargo container or forced to repeat the humiliation over and over again until the tree finally fell or the ax lodged itself in their sides.
Feral swept off their limbs, leaving millions to fall on the ground.
The Tactical Droids hadn't been kidding.
The Ewoks had mass produced beyond any necessary means and there were billions.
All the droids maintained their positions in that regard.
Extermination was best.
Some began to chase the Ewoks in circles as they contained them in droves, driving them into small spears made out of wood and impaling their limbs before they began to stab them in the sides and rip off their fur with their hands.
Other droids cornered them and whacked their skulls with their rifles, others began to blast them outright, sending the furry creatures into screaming fits as their flesh and fur cooked through, steam and fire gushed, and blood sprayed through the air.
Others dragged the Ewoks away, twisting their legs, arms, and fingers until the bones were twisted themselves or the whole limb itself came off.
More and more cargo containers were lining up, and even larger war ships were landing to compensate for the growing amount of Ewoks being thrown into piles.
Even more were hauled in nets high above the sky, their cries and shrieks echoing from end of the planet to the next.
Tanks moved about, bashing down any debris, and STAPs maintained their movement to keep track of all fleeing Ewoks.
The activity from the droids was rapidly increasing.
The activity from the Ewoks was drastically decreasing.
Their movements were reduced.
They no longer had the trees.
They no longer had the forest.
No cover.
No high ground.
Their catapults had been obliterated before they ever got the chance to use them.
More and more droids appeared, sweeping them along.
More nets were dropped.
More and more ships were landing.
The Ewoks exchanged horrified looks, realizing they never had a chance.
The droid army began to cover the whole world.
For as far as the eye could see, they continued to move, continued to pursue any Ewok, and laid waste to anything else.
Ewoks stared at the emotionless droids in pure fear, mouths moving as they cried and pleaded to no avail with their captors.
Finally, more and more Ewoks, and then an entire plethora flooded into the area from the destruction, shrieking, screaming, falling over on themselves, carrying their young, crying, screeching, begging, and struggling to hang onto life.
They rolled and writhed, thrashing their limbs, screaming and shrieking as loud as they could.
Some had no arms and were tossed like sacks of garbage, left to bounce off the ground and each other, only able to mutter in their last fight for survival as they were put in a sloppy pile.
All of the wounds were cauterized. They would not bleed out. They would survive the blaster wounds to the face and chest, to the leg and arm. They would survive having one arm, one finger, no legs, one toe, and hand, no legs, and even no hands.
They would survive having no arms and no legs. They would survive having their eyes gouged out and ears sliced off, and having dozens of stab wounds. So long as the head remained in tact they would survive and be able to function, and the same applied to the Woklings as well.
But the devastation on an emotional and mental level were completely different. They would never be whole again on any level. Physically they were destroyed. Mentally and emotionally, they were beyond broken and couldn't be saved.
More Ewoks were horded into the containment circles, crammed into cages, and tortured by the MagnaGuards with their staffs, causing the whole area to glow purple and white.
Shamans were put into chambers, hung upside down, and devices were put on their faces to pierce both sides of their jaws, slice their tongues, and wrench the bones until they broke.
The pain was so great the Ewoks didn't even shriek or scream, they merely smashed against each other as they convulsed without control.
Soon enough huge writhing piles of fur began to spot the landscape.
More were amputated and others got their limbs wrenched off into bloody stumps.
One battle droid grabbed an Ewok and began to gouge its eyes out while another pulled its tongue out from its mouth, sending a spray of blood everywhere as the Ewok convulsed on the forest floor from the extreme pain of both injuries.
They tossed it away, moving onto hundreds more, causing them nothing but misery.
"Ehda."
"Ehda!"
"Graks!"
"Chyasee..."
"Chyasee."
"Chyasee!"
"Gyeesh!"
Feral approached the Ewoks within a heartbeat, dragging his blade across the ground so a thin, scorching, near erupting slit trailed him along the way.
So he appeared to be the very embodiment of the Ewok's realm of hell.
He swept their limbs away with a simple flick of his wrist, watching them fall to the ground like dolls and beg him for mercy. He pulled more towards him, not even using his hand, which wielded his saber, dismembering and chopping Ewoks in half.
"G...Ye...e..."
"C...y...
Feral grinned, lifted the writhing Ewoks up without any effort, and tossed them a few feet away to roll until they hit another pile of their amputated fellows, causing the whole pile to topple over.
Some fell into ash, small cinders sparking their fur and sending smoke everywhere.
The last present Ewok looked to him, pleading to its last breath, eyes glassy, nose moving pitifully, limbs completely gone, but it still begged with all of its might.
Feral chopped it in half and tossed the piece with the head in tact away into a container, stuffing millions more on top of it.
"G...e...e..."
"C...hy...a..."
Feral's fingers flickered in strange patterns as he unleashed another sith sorcery spell at the Ewoks nearby.
All of their eyes went wide, their mouths snapped open, they stumbled away, flailing, screeching, screaming, and staggering wildly as they were swarmed by their worst fears and nightmares.
Flailing in pure terror at the invisible monsters, they ignored Feral as he swooped in and severely wounded them with quick, flicking strokes all aimed for multiple points of contact, all of the slim cuts.
As they fell to the ground, writhing, begging, and rolling pitifully, still being tormented by their worst nightmares, Feral turned his attention to the Ewoks that could move a few meters away. They were still trying to fight.
Many were still trying.
"G...ye...ss..."
"Ch...y...a...
Feral laughed loudly, the only appropriate response to such feeble begging.
He paused when he felt the feeble tugs on his heels.
The Ewoks wept, looking up at him with their glassy eyes, they only had thumbs to keep a hold of him.
He slammed his boot down on their thumbs, grinding down until they were mangled and the Ewoks were shrieking to the point of piercing ear drums.
"ESA!"
"Gy...e...e..."
"Ch..y.a...e...e..."
Feral lifted his boots free of the clutching, half finger-less hands, and grinned down at the sniveling Ewoks who continued to weep.
"Squeal like the furry rats you are."
There was a series sickening crunches and shrieks for five straight minutes as he slammed down his boot over and over, grinding Ewoks' skulls, faces, hands, arms, and legs into the ground leaving a mess of puddles, writhing bodies, and chunks of gore.
"G...Y...e...e..."
"G...y...e..."
Feral lashed out with the dark side, seizing thousands of Ewoks in a powerful, suffocating grip.
His victims could do nothing to protect themselves. They let out strangled cries of pain as the force tightened around them, flattened their lungs, punched their air sacs, popped their windpipes, squeezed their hearts, burned their cells, and lifted them up from the ground.
"Gyeesh!"
"Gyeesh!"
"You may beg, squeal, cry, plead, and wail, but you will get no mercy." Feral told them casually, watching as they all struggled helplessly above him.
"I will torment you runts for sport."
One cried, barely able to speak as the oxygen was flattened from its lungs.
"The Ewoks must be purged. The Ewoks must be destroyed. You and all of your young must be wiped from the face of the galaxy. You are of the light, and I am of the dark-I must extinguish you."
Dawning horror spread across all of the Ewoks' features.
Gy...e...s..."
"N...A..m...
Feral looked at them.
The Ewoks mouths were gaping as wide as their eyes, and their bodies were quaking and shaking, a thick and slimy forth of saliva covering most of their faces as the pressure within became unbearable and their bones began to pop.
Each breath they took was a tremendous effort, each heartbeat was agonizing, their very cells felt like they were in an inferno, and their existence itself became more constricting.
The Ewoks still found the strength to make their final pleas.
"Gy..e..."
"G..."
"...e..."
"S...a...r..."
"C...y...e..."
"D...e..."
Feral chuckled. "Suffer."
A final push with his mind tightened the invisible wrench.
The Ewoks began to let out screams, but with little air in their lungs it came out only as rattling gasps, lost beneath the snapping of their bones.
If Feral had ever been capable of such emotions, he might actually have pitied the Ewoks or feel a little sad for them considering what they were going through.
But, he was never capable of such emotions, even as a child he had little compassion or sympathy, and as it was, he simply let the bodies fall to the ground just like the Nightsisters in his old life when he crushed their necks for fun.
He threw the writhing Ewok away carelessly, letting them roll and flip across the ground until gravity, inertia, or a pile of burning ash finally stopped them.
He lunged for the furry defenders still fighting before the battle stretched on for too long, light-saber weaving and slashing through the air. The creatures had courage, Feral could admit that. Too much courage in the long term, which was the problem.
He kept up his offensive flurry, chopping away at Ewoks on the defensive with sudden stabs and pointed thrusts.
Feral started to spin to the right and slash to the left, cut it short and stabbed straight out, then reversed his grip and sent the blade slashing down, right, and then up. He spun a full circle in the opposite direction, sliding halfway through, and came around to parry, but there was no attack.
That right to left and reversal had cleanly landed.
Ewoks' arms, hands, and heads flew free and fell to settle in the dirt.
Even with all of the remaining Ewoks fighting valiantly to their last breath, the droid army and Feral continued to press in, herding them all together in a hopeless position. Feral left more and more shrieking and rolling on the ground with no arms and no legs.
More Ewok went down under the sheer weight of the barrage. More than a million writhed on the ground, rolling, kicking their toe-less legs as they fought to stand, and dug their finger-less hands in the ground as they fought for purchase.
Nets were thrown over them and they were quickly pulled to the skies.
More than half of them were without an arm or a hand, and even more were struggling to stand, bodies singed and burned from repeated blaster fire, melting their fur and skin together, melting their fingers together, melting their arms together with their sides, and even fusing them together with trees.
Soon the droids were closing them all in with a full circle from every direction.
The Ewoks were herded and squeezed together.
All around them was rank after rank of battle droid marching without issue.
Droid landing ships began descending upon the terrain, roaring down through the dusty clouds and ash mounds. A hailstorm of laser-fire erupted from them, blasting the Ewoks away with reckless abandon and shredding the forest where they all tried to huddle themselves.
They ran from the very forest they treasured, right out into the open where they were brutally beat down by MagnaGuards and dragged off by battle droids.
More were seized with nets and hauled beyond the clouds.
The Ewoks shrieked, screamed, and clawed at the ground while they could.
Transports flew off and battle droids covered every centimeter.
One of the last free Ewok rolled down onto a pile of ash, moving hastily so it didn't catch fire.
He called for his father and friends repeatedly, rushing from piles of bodies to pile of bodies. He passed totally dismembered Ewok, and then Ewok who only had half a torso. He passed many that had been bisected vertically.
He passed piles of heads and even more piles of wounded Woklings.
And, then he saw the head of his father.
The amputated stumps that remained of his friends who were still very much alive and suffering.
The heads of other Ewoks, who he could tell were still aware and conscious. So aware that if he kicked their heads, they would feel pain.
"Deej...Fruk...Freet...Shodu..."
"Jeerota..."
The Ewok collapsed beside the heads, weeping and rolling around on the ground, thrashing wildly as it couldn't bear what it was seeing.
It shrieked and cried, thrashing as it was wracked with sobs.
More Ewok followed suit, rolling on the ground as they were wracked and consumed by gut wrenching sobs and grief.
"Den!"
"Den!
"Esa!"
A net was thrown over them, and they were taken skyward, kicking and screaming the whole time.
Feral swept through the remaining forest to ensure no Ewok was hiding.
Endor was no more.
The purging, oppression, and subjugation of the Ewoks had begun.