A smoky, blood drenched sky laid over the ruined forest world of Endor, giving the world an appearance that it was bleeding out.
The sun had attempted to shine through, but the devastation and ruins of the flaming landscape made it nearly impossible. Smoke and fires spewed through the atmosphere, keeping everything covered in a toxic ashen black cloud of suffocation.
Above the black cloud was the infinite blood haze.
The moon's light and the sun's light couldn't completely pierce through the blood haze.
Only the southern forests remained in tact like the whole world had once been. Strips outside of the southern forest were left behind for the sole purpose of being used for the trees themselves or the food.
What had once been a whole world of vibrant green was now an ashen gray, flaming, and smoldering expanse of nothingness. The only parts of the forests that remained were what was absolutely necessary so the planet wasn't completely barren.
The food would be harvested by the Ewoks and the Ewoks would give it to Feral as offers and tributes.
CIS landing ships descended.
A whole legion moved away from the center of the formations, scattering through the sky, and dropped silently through the barren terrain.
The screams of Ewoks echoed through the planet.
Feral and trillions of droids hauled the Ewok population along the now near barren world, past grids of containment centers, labor camps, slaves camps, gas chambers, and torture centers, leading them through a path of what had once been a sprawling plexus of trees and swamp.
Now it was just ruins with nothing to show there had been life at all, and there was a cage specifically made for the shamans who were tortured day and night. The Ewoks got to see it up close and in all of its gritty detail as each shaman was stabbed through the knees and elbows.
Other centers had gas chambers and the Ewoks didn't dare watch their own clutching at their throats within the tiny confines, pounding and clawing at the glass, falling and scrapping on the floor, crushed in by the thousands, but being nowhere close to dying as there were too many in such a small room for that to happen.
The gases only thinned out oxygen, increased or decreased carbon dioxide, heated up their lungs, and forced their windpipes to close every few seconds. Not a single place had designated killing machines that delivered swift or slow utter butchering.
Everything was geared towards maiming, amputating, suffering, causing terror, and the prolonging of all of them.
The very landscape had been lifted, torn asunder, and replaced with machines that churned out grids of agony and misery factories.
Nothing survived against Star Dreadnaughts.
There were miles and miles of containment centers.
There were rows, lines, and grids of Ewoks, stretching on for miles upon miles, upon miles, and going all the way across the landscape.
If they weren't capable of walking they were dragged through the hot ash, tied to wooden stakes and thrown, impaled and carried like flags, and finally stabbed through pressure points and carried by multiple droids before being thrown into transports, cargo containers, tanks, and other craft to be shipped away.
The ones capable of moving, which were billions, were kept in single file lines numbering from one hundred to over eight hundred million easily. They were kept right against each other, giving them little chance to do anything other than fight for balance, or watch their steps as to not cause a domino effect.
There were hundreds of billions of lines in total stretching across the barren world, giving it the appearance that it was actually moving like a single organism with furry hills, when in reality it was just so many Ewoks moving around.
Ewoks began to collapse from exhaustion, starvation, dehydration, wounds, missing legs, missing arms, missing hands, missing feet, and missing toes.
Most of all they began to collapse from a broken will and shattered spirit.
Nets were thrown over them.
With brutal efficiency they were dragged through mounds of hot ash, leaving their entire form smoking with burning cinders until they almost became full blown infernos that left streaks on the ground, and were thrown into transports as smoking stumps.
Those in nets struggled as they were hauled skyward.
A vast area where forest had once been was overrun with containment centers, Ewoks, tanks, assault craft, fighters, and dwarf spider droids.
The Ewoks in the forests were forced to chop down trees, many missing fingers, eyes, ears, toes, arms, and legs. They flailed, flipped, cartwheeled, stumbled, and fell helplessly, crying with each swing of their ax that was too heavy for them to handle properly without all of their limbs.
Even the ones with no limbs and no eyes were thrown on the ground and an ax was put on top of them.
More were forced to harvest with missing limbs and hunt after prey with missing limbs. They struggled to carry their food stores down the trees, and they had a harder time moving their baskets of berries they liked to keep on hand, most of the time breaking their only good leg in handling the heavy baskets.
The prisoners were taken past the machines of war, the growing containers of their food, gas chambers, and other brutal containment centers.
They were forced to watch their fellows cut down the soul trees that remained in tact, be tortured, and suffer fates far worse than those two things.
They were forced to watch Ewoks with no limbs being thrown on the ground or pounded into trees with sharpened branches.
They were forced to watch even more harvesting as they were cracked with whips and electrocuted with staffs. Without all of their limbs, toes, or fingers, many cried and wept as they struggled to do their tasks, and more collapsed to the ground in despair becoming despondent.
Droids dragged them away.
More were forced to watch amputated Ewok being forced to fish with one arm or one leg, one finger, and none at all on one hand, unable to do anything but be dragged through the water as they couldn't keep a solid purchase of the ground or what they were gripping.
Thousands of splashes began to echo along with the panicked, choking cries of Ewoks thrashing around as they were dragged through and under the water.
They were forced to watch even more be lowered and thrown into tanks of boiling water and oil, shrieking and fighting to get themselves out, only for droids to put a lid on top of them, throw them out and put more in, or pin their hands to the top of the tanks and hold them in place until the Ewok was piercing the air itself.
More were being raised on sharpened stakes, arms, torso, backs, and legs impaled, forcing them to dangle and hang by the thousands, ripping and shredding tendons and slicing fur so only blood poured out from their furry bodies.
Even more were forced into lines, millions cowering and shrieking as droids marched down the rows, looking for any out of place, looking for any that wanted to be rebellious, or any that rubbed them the wrong way.
Ewoks that fit the criteria were hauled away, their arms hyper extended, wrists rolled, and fingers contorted.
The shrieks and screeches of agony from their fellow Ewoks punched into the prisoners' ears, made them realize that they would get the same treatment, be forced into bone breaking labor, or face something far worse than their brethren were suffering.
Their hands would peel from manual labor.
They would be forced to feed Feral their own food stores.
They would be forced to build him a palace and throne with their soul trees and homes.
The cargo containers that sped by, spilling out amputated bodies, sending Ewoks flying across the ground with no limbs and no eyes, crying, squealing, and shrieking showed them all what their future would be without any doubt.
Even more containers were filling up with all of the food the Ewoks kept in reserve, and all of their food stores that hadn't been destroyed in the long and gritty battle.
Every Ewok wept as they brought their food and began to horde it with the rest or feed Feral, following him around with wooden trays so he could pick what he wanted. They tried not to make eye contact with him or make a sound.
He dismissed the Ewoks or ignored them entirely when he wasn't hungry.
Other times he had droids haul them away, their mere presence bringing him nothing but ire, and sometimes he brutalized them just to try and satiate the feeling that had been gnawing him since he viewed Endor through viewports, but to no avail.
The more he made them suffer, the greater his ire would grow. The more he struck them, the harder he wanted to strike them each time.
A Tactical Droid specializing in Ewok language, diet, and culture remained at his side as Ewok after Ewok approached him with wooden trays assorted with their food.
One after the next they came, all holding the tray over their heads, doing their best to keep their eyes low, and didn't dare make a single sound to catch his wrath.
They seen too many being struck in the face until they were bloody and couldn't move. They seen him thrust too many Ewoks and Woklings into the sky to be swallowed by lightning and thunder.
Feral was waiting to see meat, and he was starting to get agitated not having any. There were too many vegetables, fruits, nuts, and things that were not meat. There was no juicy flesh, nothing to sink his teeth into, and it began to agitate him.
"These are Blumfruits."
The Tactical Droid pointed at a tray with small red berries on them.
Feral examined the Ewok holding the tray, noting it had a finger and thumb on its right hand and only had a thumb on its left hand. Scars lined its body, and it had the telltale signs of blaster wounds, five to be exact, all of them on the chest.
Must have been one of the Ewok on the vines or hang gliders that fell from three hundred feet.
Idiotic runt.
He examined the tiny red berries and tried a few handfuls of them. The berries had a good taste, and so he had several more handfuls.
But, they weren't going to satiate or quench his hunger.
He needed meat.
"Ask this rat where the meat is. I want meat, not berries. This is something Jedi brats would eat to fill themselves up."
The Tactical Droid looked at the Ewok. "Ne gata manna manna? Den feef. Den sleesh. Den yun yum di goot."
"Sleesh yun yum di goot manna manna. Yun Yum." The Ewok held the wooden tray up at the droid and Feral, looking at them with its big black eyes, nose moving in fright.
"Ne gata manna manna? Den yun yum! Den! Na goo ehshtee feefs. Na goo ehshtee sleesh! Entzahee roda."
"Lungee weewa. X'iutha vootok siz seefo! Vootok siz seefo! Sleesh yun yum di goot."
Feral looked at the Tactical Droid.
"Well?"
"This Ewok says what on here is food. Berries are good. It likes these berries very much. Meat was lost with an important village and storehouse. The meat reserves got burned down when a section of the forest fell and many Ewoks were burned trying to save it."
Feral smacked the wooden tray out of the Ewok's amputated hands to show his view on the matter. The tray smashed into a tree, startling the Ewok backwards, and forced it to stagger and fumble around in fear before it could finally regather itself.
The Tactical Droid pinched the klutz of an Ewok by the nose, rotating its wrist without worry of snapping anything, having enough of the clumsy theatrics of the creature and sent it into a shrieking fit.
"Den yungyets. Den Feefs. Den sleesh! Bugdo siz roda. Oodeef entzahee roda. Entzahee roda sta! Teera entzahee roda!"
"Sleesh manna manna! Lungee weewa. Den etke heth. Den etke eekeekeek."
"Den sleesh! Den feefs! Goon da entzahee roda es'eesht. Teera weechu. Teera weechu chek."
"Sleesh manna manna! Den etke heth! Den etke ekeekeek! Gyeesh! Gyeesh!"
"Lurd. Wermo! Weechu wermo! Lang! Lang! Ka siz roda."
"Sleesh manna manna! Den etke ekeekeek!"
The Tactical Droid looked at Feral.
Feral peeled his eyes away from the Ewok for a second, resisting the urge to kick it again.
"What is this furry rat...Screeching and shrieking on about now?"
"It insists these berries are very good food. The meat was lost with his home, the pond is gone where they would fish, and part of the forest is burning where they would hunt. These berries are the only food he has to give you right now."
The droid glanced around for a moment.
"I am sure we have meat somewhere around here or at another location, sir. We are forcing the Ewoks in captivity to chop down their homes, hunt, fish, and harvest, even if they have no fingers, legs, or limbs. Meat shouldn't be a problem."
"I need meat right now."
"I understand sir. We may have acquired some fish. I will check with containment centers forty six, ninety two, seventy three, and four thousand."
"I need meat. Not fish. Meat. Bloody and raw flesh."
"I understand sir."
Feral was certain the droid didn't fully understand, and he wasn't going to engage the droid at all on the subject. Now the Ewok was going to suffer a fate worse than death. He needed protein immediately, and the Ewok in front of him was one hundred and ten pounds of pure protein.
Meat.
"Tell this Ewok I am going to eat it piece by piece."
Feral glowered down at the creature with pure hatred and rage, seeing nothing but the Ewok's big, black shining eyes.
Light...
The Tactical Droid began to speak.
"Weechu moktok manna manna sta. Weechu chek ooloo ooloo. Weechu goon da noot! Theesa entzahee roda goon da noot!"
The Ewok flinched, scattering away, flailing its limbs in pure terror. It quickly bowed its head, weeping and begging as it absorbed the full weight of those words.
It absorbed the full meaning without any reprieve.
"Den! Gyeesh den! Esa weechu! Sleesh manna manna! Den weechu manna manna! Gyeesh! Esa Weechu! Gyeesh den weechu manna manna!" The Ewok shook with sobs.
"Chaaa manna manna. Weechu manna manna chek sta! Chaaa gunda gunda goon daa es'eesht. Chaaa goon daa chek."
The Ewok recoiled, trying to run away, but with missing fingers and wounds, it didn't get very far. It ran around in circles, pleading and begging, and finally bowed its head between its hands when it fell on its back and took too long to recover.
Feral lashed out, slashing it with his talons.
It bowed its head over and over when it finally recovered, squealing at Feral, looking up at him with bloody claw marks stretching across its face.
"Eeeeeeeep! Gyeesh den! Gyeesh den! Gyeesh! Grenchicit nub yun yum di goot tip yip yiyult. Tip yip chek chim! Teera tana! Teera tana!"
Feral chuckled low, eyes burning bright red as the dark side empowered him.
Crush the insect...
"It says please no, please wait. Hang on a minute. It has some delicious fowl soup and fowl stew that can only be found here on Endor. It is a delicacy of the Ewoks and their specialty."
Make it screech.
The Ewok looked hopeful and ready to get the soup.
Make it shriek.
It even nodded its head, waiting for confirmation.
It hopes. It wants to escape. It hopes to live past this. Crush hope.
Crush it!
Feral stared it in its eyes and shook his head.
Shatter its heart. Break its spirit. Eat its light. Make it suffer.
Darkness eats light!
"No deal."
"Mo na chin nuda-la manna manna mokto! Den nocka! Gunda theesa. Ees enthzahee roda chaaa! Ooloo ooloo chaa! Ooloo Ooloo Tana!"
The Ewok began to tremble, and its teeth clicked loudly.
It was soon begging and weeping once more, eyes growing even more glossy, and it began to bow its head over and over.
"Den gyeesh! Den gyeesh! Nub yun di goot! Esa! Esa! Sleesh manna manna! Sleesh nub yun di goot! Mookiee den manna manna gyeesh! Fruk, freet, jeerota, deej, shou, shodeesh, shetati sta den manna manna gyeesh! Gyeesh!"
The Tactical Droid pointed in the Ewok's face, smashing its nose with each word.
"Es'eesht entzahee roda etke fruk, freet, theesa, jeerota, deej, shou, shodeesh, shetai sta manna manna. Ekla manna manna tana! Es'eesht fruk, freet, theesa, jeerota, deej, shou, shodeesh, shetai sta. Moktok manna manna mo manna manna, sta! Den sleesh! Den feefs! Eshtee eedeeza mookiee fic jeerota entzahee es'eesht gunda gunda!"
"Eeeeep! Gyeesh fudana! Eechik goon daa feef gleeg!"
The Tactical Droid looked at Feral.
"Well?"
"It is terrified. It is extremely terrified of you eating it and its fellows alive, it is saying please wait. Please don't kill and cook me. Please, please, I beg you not to eat me. I am not meat. I am not food. Please don't eat me alive by chopping me to four pieces. Try a delicious plant drink I can make, I promise you will enjoy it."
The Tactical Droid relayed in its monotone, staring at the Ewok.
"Tell it I'm going to eat it alive piece by piece and then eat its Woklings if it has any." Feral ordered.
"Ooloo ooloo weechu gunda gunda. Weechu es'eesht eedeeza eedeedee eedada! Mookiee hoji chek gunda gunda."
"Den! Gyeesh! Den! Chyasee! Chyasee! Chyasee!"
"CHYASEE!"
The Ewok wailed and began picking the Blumberries off the ground and offered them hastily, bowing its head over and over.
The Tactical Droid smacked them out of its hand and throttled the creature to the ground.
The Ewok tried to get up, but the droid smashed its foot right into the creature's face.
It tried again, and the droid kicked it down.
"Lurd luka yit! Wermo! Wermo! Lang! Sleesh roda den yun yum di goot. Meechoo den weechu. Meechoo es'eesht weechu ekla fic!"
"Meechoo danvay! Meechoo danvay! Meechoo danvay!" The Ewok begged from the ground.
"Den. Weechu wermo! Wermo! Lurd! Lang! Weechu den danvay! Meecho dangar weechu jeejee j'voo jarat! Weechu den lang, weechu wermo lurdo."
It smashed the Ewok face first into the ground, wrenching its arm behind its back and jammed it up so the shoulder blade began to shift and bulge from its place.
It hyper extended its arm, snapping it out of place, and rolled its wrist until the Ewok was kicking and screaming.
The droid rolled its wrist all the way back with its palm, taking its finger and thumb, and contorted them, stopping when the joints popped out of place and the Ewok thrashed under its knee, struggling to escape with all of its might.
Some of the droids gears whirred as it drove weight into the creature's kidney.
The Tactical Droid rolled its wrist, bending it all the way back...
A loud, dull pop echoed through the area.
The Ewok clenched its eyes shut and screeched as agony raged through its small body.
The Tactical Droid continued to drive the Ewok's face into the ground, stuffing its nose until it bled profusely, and rolled its mangled fingers until they were in knots.
It drove punches into the Ewok's kidneys, shaking it with each strike.
"Lurd grek. Esa ehshtee ees bont chuck che womok manna manna! Che womok che womok manna manna!"
"Deksh! Meechoo danvay! Meechoo danvay! Grenchicit! Meecho nub shtek sleesh! Yun yum di goot! Yun yum di goot! Yun yum!"
Feral reached out and held the Ewok in place with the force, shoving the droid aside.
He had grown tired of the screeches and shrieks that passed for language with these creatures, but he didn't even want them to open their mouths at all at this point.
The Ewoks were as bad as the Wookiees with their growls and yodels.
It was not a language.
"Gyeesh! Gyeesh! Den es'eesht meecho! Gyeesh! Chyasee gyeesh!"
"GYEESH!"
"CHYASEE!"
"CHYASEE!"
It shrieked over and over, growing hysterical in his panic as Feral began to bite off his twisted fingers where they started at the very palm, breaking them off by segments, and crunched the pieces down like morsels with bones and all.
The Ewok screeched at Feral, thrashing and flailing, eyes shining as bright as stars.
Feral held the thrashing creature in front of him with no effort, watching the creature suffer and writhe, blood draining from the stumps as it tried to stop the bleeding.
He took another bite out of the creature, ripping through fur, tearing through sinew, and shredding all layers of skin in between with his canines.
The Ewok screeched even louder.
He began crunching bones into dust and tearing entire chunks out of its hands, pulling until parts of its wrist bones dislodged.
The Ewok screeched, blood flying through the air as it flailed its stumps around, thrashing in front of Feral without any way to stop.
It began to screech, thrashing its body around wildly.
"GYEESH NA GOO!"
Feral looked at the Tactical Droid.
"Bring more. Tell them I am going to eat them as well while they serve me food, make it clear. Drag them here kicking and screaming if you have to, and bring me tanks and pots of oil and water. It is time I get busy."
He focused back on the Ewok, staring deep into its glossy, big, black eyes.
It wept pathetically, eyes turning milky and glassy.
"Eeeeeep! Gyeesh den! Gyeesh den! Gyeesh den es'eesht tana! Den es'eesht theesa! Den entzahee roda meecho! Den! Esa! Esa! Den!"
Feral just stared at it.
The Ewok's glassy eyes shined and a pitiful cry of pain left its mouth.
Feral tossed it aside with the force.
Tactical Droids came to Feral with hundreds of Ewoks carrying wooden trays, all of them weeping in fear, all shrieking, all screeching at seeing their fellow being torn to pieces and thrown aside. They all tried to keep their heads down and others tried to keep themselves from releasing everything they had pent up.
Others shook so bad they dropped their serving trays, causing the Tactical Droids to break their limbs, roll their fingers, contort their legs, and haul them away to a containment center forcing other Ewoks to clean the mess up by scrubbing it, eating it right off the ground, or licking the ground itself.
Those that didn't fumble, eat food off of the ground, or lick the ground, surrounded Feral and kept a steady pace with him. All of them kept their heads bowed, all looking frightened, all looking hopeful, all of them muttering in terror, and every last one pleaded with him not to eat them alive piece by tiny piece.
Feral took a deep breath, consuming their terror.
It was better that the Ewoks live than die, and he would ensure they lived and suffered. He would ensure they reproduced so the Ewoks never truly died. They would pray and wish for death, but it would never come.
Their descendants would be warned by these Ewoks, and they would warn their own, and all of them would know him as their destroyer.
The one who drove them to near extinction.
The one who killed their gods and then made the Ewoks his life source.
Feral looked at the Tactical Droid.
"Tell these Ewoks I am going to torture them brutally with evil magic, and cause them so much agony that they will wish for death."
"Meecho es'eesht chaa ehda siz azar!"
"Den!"
"Gyeesh!"
"Na goo! Gyeesh na goo!"
"Daboolhat! Chuck drik! Chuck chyasee!" A brown Ewok snapped, throwing its arms and head around in angry frustration.
It looked like a doll being moved around by a child.
The way it pointed and shook at him made Feral furious.
Feral snapped his full focus on the creature, smashed his hand into a fist, and flung the brown Ewok right into his waiting palm. His fingers ensnared its windpipe, his claws ripped its fur loose, spraying out blood, and sent tons of fur falling to the ground.
The Ewok choked and gasped, flailing in a panic as Feral almost closed its windpipe.
"Droid, what did this filthy rat just say?"
"Change and be different! Be happier and help more!"
Feral clenched even tighter, lifting the Ewok high over his head.
He crushed the Ewok, making it feel as though he was about to crush its throat, when all he really did was flex his fingers.
He pressed the Ewok into the ground, stabbing his knee into the side of its head.
He focused on its intestinal track, prodding, and then opened his fingers...
He made a pinching motion.
The Ewok's hands shot for its torso and it began to screech.
Feral followed the course, separating his fingers centimeter by centimeter.
The Ewok screeched in agony, thrashing all over the ground with no way to stop.
On the ground before him, Ewoks and Woklings writhed in agony, clutching at their throats and fighting desperately for breath. He squeezed his fist harder, feeling the dark side rushing through him like a toxic sickness and it devoured him as it roared through his veins.
He gasped, going rigid.
He crushed the Ewoks and Woklings from the inside out, keeping them alive by a thread.
Their limbs that remained in one pieces pounded on the ground as their bodies thrashed wildly and convulsed.
"Tell it and the rest I am happy inflicting pain. I am evil!"
"Meechoo nude-la bont drik es'eesht entzahee roda chaa na-chin tana! Nude-la ehda!"
They began to gag, choke, dry heave, and gurgle. Soon enough a thick froth welled up from between their lips, and their mouths gaped wide, trying to make room for oxygen, but none would come.
A sudden, jarring surge of power bubbled up from deep within Feral and erupted. It boiled, nearly popping his body into a mass of gore starting from his cells. Ewok and Wokling bodies thrashed even more, their mouths snapped wide as they screamed, and their eyes turned milky with pure agony.
Feral didn't release his hold on them, the last vestiges of life didn't leave the Ewoks nor Woklings, and it never came any closer to leaving.
"Tell them they will sacrifice one hundred Ewok and Wokling each morning and night to me. Tell them the spirit trees are gone forever." Feral glanced at the Tactical Droid.
"Kna naa eleeo eekeekeek! Kna naa eleeo eedada, eedeedee, eetee, eleeoth tana eekeekeek! Ta ekkekkekk yeha bok chuu-ock! Tu na-chin tanna stusl j'voo, hoji, fic, eedeeza, coki, chu, n'dla, n'la, voo, vootok ota plbooka, kreeth, neethul, luka, theesa, na-chin, chattu kee es'eesht yupyup yupyup!"
The Ewoks all squealed in horror, shrieked in terror, ran around in dread, and bowed immediately in fright, begging with what they had left.
"Gyeesh!"
"Gyeesh!"
"Chyasee!"
"GYEESH!"
"CHYASEE!"
"NA GOO!"
Feral looked at the Tactical Droid, getting an idea.
The first step in finishing obliterating the Ewoks' insufferable spirit.
He could use the dark side to utterly crush the Ewoks, but he preferred the tried and true methods.
Old school. The things that really worked, when one used their hands and body, and projected hatred with their words and actions. Leveling thousands to put the millions into submission, slaughtering the millions to put the billions into submission.
It was far more satisfying seeing blood spray and fly.
For now, he would stick to the basics.
"Tell them I have killed their greatest and most powerful gods. Tell them I am going to kill the other gods as well and they are gone forever. Their gods have been killed by me and Endor is mine! I am the only one they are to worship-the destroyer of Endor! Relay it to all of the Ewoks in containment and being shoved into containment, I want every last one of them to know."
But soon, he would use the dark side to reduce all of the Ewok to nothing but cowering fur balls who would be so broken they wouldn't have any spirit to even move, let alone fight back.
The Tactical Droid relayed the order, then turned to the group of cowering Ewoks. In its eyes, they all looked pathetic and pitiful, it would prefer them to be dead, and it wanted to kill them.
They were contemptible creatures that should be erased.
It made a mental note to go with a protocol of eliminating twenty percent of the entire population, speak to Feral about it, and finally relayed what it had been told.
"Meechoo es'eesht great spirit, light spirit, brother sky, batcheela, ceel, golden one, fashkaa, galeer, heesh, hexprak, mopiee, erpham, oosa, oshlin, rabin, rillish bont bok chuu-ock! Etke! Meecho es'eesht seefo chaa! Meecho es'eeshte chaa bingee bok chuu-ock treekthin! Tana den kiney tana goon daa goo geetch! Meechoo es'eesht uuta! Meecho es'eesht Meechoo nim paamuk and powa! Nude-la powa tek tana! Meecho roda ta tal tana!"
Feral was forced to dismiss all of the Ewoks present into containment before he could think of doing something else.
They completely lost it and began to screech while clinging onto him for dear life, bursting his ear drums, soaking him with snot and tears, and with their strength, tore his cloak to shreds. Some tried to put the pieces back on, and he was forced to smack them away with his knuckles and kick the others clinging to him in the nose.
Droids moved with hast to get the inconsolable away.
Their echoes mixed and grew with the rest as the message was sent planet wide.
Droid began to transmit the message over and over so it rang across the landscape.
"Meechoo es'eesht great spirit, light spirit, brother sky, batcheela, ceel, golden one, fashkaa, galeer, heesh, hexprak, mopiee, erpham, oosa, oshlin, rabin, rillish bont bok chuu-ock! Etke! Meecho es'eesht seefo chaa! Meecho es'eeshte chaa bingee bok chuu-ock treekthin! Tana den kiney tana goon daa goo geetch! Meechoo es'eesht uuta! Meecho es'eesht Meechoo nim paamuk and powa! Nude-la powa tek tana! Meecho roda ta tal tana!"
The Ewoks' sorrow skyrocketed as they screeched in horror, shrieked in terror, and cried in hopelessness as they reached for the sky.
Their agony soared beyond comprehension.
It was a shame that they ruined his cloak, but it had been singed by Ewoks that had been burning alive during the battle.
Feral shrugged, having more Ewoks summoned.
Hopefully they would have meat on the trays this time around.
That was easier than I expected. When I really send them into hopelessness my power will be unlimited...Maybe Sidious is right, the dark side is better focused in one individual, and not spread out among many.
No Ewok dared to fight back.
Not a single Ewok in the rows being contained dared to speak.
Not a single one looked to the sky.
Not one prayed or even thought to.
The crimson sky with no sun, no moon, the world with no wind, and no rain made it clear death consumed their world and their most powerful were gone.
Everything they had worshiped and treasured was gone.
Killed.
Consumed.
Destroyed.
Feral really did kill their gods and was the supreme power of Endor. Even their greatest fell to him. The crimson sky was all the proof they needed to see that their gods had all been slaughtered and their life essence spilled across the world until it turned crimson.
The Ewoks had all gone silent, crying and hanging their heads in despair, weeping as they mourned the death of their gods, of their brethren, their utter destruction, the death of Woklings, and the obliteration of Endor as they had once known it.
Some tried to keep the will to fight despite the horrifying backlashes and aftermath of the battle.
These Ewoks kept their heads low, muttering quietly to themselves.
Others wept.
Their will and spirit whittled away entirely.
They walked down a path of trees where Ewoks were being screwed into the tree trunks, left to hang there, bleed, and suffer for the rest of their lives.
Other Ewoks were forced to chop into them with axes, and the trees themselves in other areas.
Trees began to fall that had Ewoks nailed into them, sending shrieks echoing every few minutes.
Many tried not to look, but seeing so many of their own being hauled away, pounded into trees, thrown into gas chambers, impaled, being forced to chop each other into pieces, more being half crushed by trees, and some Ewoks being thrown into pits of fire, they had to steal a glance or look.
It was almost on instinct alone they had to look.
Seeing so many suffering, but not dying took what resolve and courage they had left.
They walked past groups of shamans being impaled on wooden stakes, and battle droids carrying the stakes so they were upright and the shamans screamed at the sky as they struggled and writhed in pain.
They made another turn through the barren, noise and Ewok ridden terrain and came upon a broad opening that led to a half murky, half crimson river and the newly constructed slaughter camps that were already in use.
There were piles of dead Ewoks forming walls by the river and there were small piles of heads dotting every few feet. Some piles went into the shallowest area of the river, where the piles would clutter down as they became bloated.
Thousands of Ewoks were being impaled at the entrances of the camps, all of them writhing, shrieking, screeching, and struggling on massive spears. They were thrashing on top of each other, some with only impaled arms and legs, others totally impaled, all of them nestled tightly on top of one another.
Others were impaled through the back and the stake was driven into the ground. The Ewok was then pulled down so the tip was protruding out of their upper back, keeping them alive and upright.
The spears and wood stumps kept the Ewoks in place.
All of them screamed, screeched, and cried out in pain.
Blood soaked their fur and the ground beneath them.
Puddles of Ewok blood were soaking the landscape, starting to get several inches deep as more and more were raised skyward on spears, stakes, and other pointed objects.
Battle droids slowly, carefully, slipped two Ewoks down at a time so the spear points punctured right through their bellies, elbows, knees, fingers, wrists, and any place where the joints were thinnest and connected with other ligaments.
Now they would just flail, push themselves deeper, and eventually be at the bottom of the spear, still very much alive and suffering because their wounds wouldn't allow them to die.
STAPs, Hailfire Droids, and tanks constantly moved about, covering every centimeter of an opening just to ensure no Ewok prisoner could get away that was present. Even more were seeking out any Ewoks that were still trying to hide, if there were any had managed to get away from the sweeps.
More Super Battle Droids pierced and cut Ewoks through the belly with small knives, slicing horizontally and vertically, tossing them carelessly to bleed out if it was possible, or just suffer for the rest of their lives because of their gruesome wounds.
B1 battle droids sliced and slashed Ewoks on the faces, on the sides, on the necks and cheeks, over their eyes, and even across their entire skulls, not stopping until the fur itself turned dark red and the Ewok could barely move.
They threw them into piles, keeping them clustered together where they squirmed on the ground and tried to put their innards where they belonged.
Spider droids towered high above everything, nothing getting past their sensory capabilities, and several sent Ewoks running away on fire as they fried them with their lasers.
Droids herded dozens of Ewoks toward the towering machines to be set ablaze and incinerated.
Others were pinned down until Feral snapped at the droids.
More were sent flying head over heels and crammed into containers, while others were amputated and stuffed into transports.
Super Battle Droids and their variants marched about, making sure that any Ewok never got the idea to even try an attack as they split them up, using nets, electrified nets, and speeder bikes to throw them into position, drag them across miles, and leave them with burns and cuts that went as deep as their bones.
Ewok were only three feet and a few inches at most, so their escape would never happen, and their capture was simple considering many were severely amputated. The most they could do was shriek, fall, stumble around, or claw at the ground futilely.
The first several million waves of Ewoks were all thrown into wooden cages.
They were carved and amputated without a second thought as was the mandatory procedure set forth for all Ewoks put into containment. They were then forced to go out and fish, chop down trees, hunt, and to assemble more food stores.
Amputated Ewoks were stuffed by the hundreds of thousands, crushed against the walls and spikes of the cages, tearing tendons, puncturing through fur and skin, halving limbs, piercing throats, chipping and breaking bones if they weren't already, and forcing the wood to shift to the left or right to compensate their weight.
Droids pounded wooden sticks against them with sharpened points to make more room, impale, and stuff more Ewoks in, repeating the process until the cage could just barely close and there were limbs thrashing around out of control.
The ground was cluttered together with the structures, each marked as big masses of writhing fur and shining black eyes.
More were hauled into larger cages, all towering over seven thousand feet, and with multiple levels, formed in tight grid patterns that overlapped each other.
They were stuffed in until it began to lean left or right, barely supporting their weight, and sending them all into panicked frenzies as it swayed left and right with their movements.
There were containment areas that had a vast cage.
The Ewoks were stuffed in them until not a single one could even move.
Each prison was made from the very same soul trees the Ewoks had once worshiped and treasured.
Carved from the forest that had been their home for generations.