No End And No Beginning Chapter 41, a star wars fanfic

The Ewoks didn't have to be squeezed in by the thousands and millions, but wishing to use as much space as possible, Feral stuffed the large cages with Ewoks until it was one giant mass of writhing fur or came close to it.

There were more than plenty Ewok to squeeze into the containment centers, gas chambers, slaughter camps, labor camps, even more to force to harvest and cut down trees, and he wasn't shy about seeing those things through to the fullest.

Ewok were three feet at the most, tiny, and could be crushed down or chopped down to size if necessary. For their size they liked to eat a lot given by how much food was piling up from their reserves and secret spots that weren't scorched to nothing.

Given by how wide they were at the bellies and the fact they waddled.

He had a whole feast piling up. He already ensured many would never do anything again, taking all of their limbs except their head.

Even if a good bunch had been obliterated and sent flying while being burned alive during the long battle, more survived than those who died in combat, and even more were amputated or had no limbs at all than the ones who died in combat.

There were far more wounded than dead.

There were more alive than dead.

The droids continued to do their duty without fail, imprisoning every Ewok and making the Ewoks themselves cut down the rest of their trees and their own homes. The process of them harvesting every last shred of their food and putting it into huge cargo stores was being streamlined.

They were then forced to fashion their fallen homes and trees into constructs used to build their prisons and the devices used to torture them.

Forced to fashion their trees and homes into a palace for Feral.

Into a throne.

Even if the Ewoks wanted to resist, if a droid beat one or two to death, another thousand were there to replace it easily enough, and not all of them wanted to see their fellows get beat to a pulp. Not all of them wanted to see Woklings get cut to pieces because they wanted to rebel.

Huge groups were forced climb trees to get berries, falling and flipping away helplessly each time as their ax jammed into the branch and wrenched their bones, or they lost balance and hit every branch face first before they hit the ground.

The Ewoks cried each time they couldn't get off the ground, each time they threw their food away, each time they picked the last of the berries, each time they struck down a branch, they shed tears and broke down completely until they could only hang onto each other, weep, whimper, struggle, and cry out for help.

Those who lost themselves to despair were dragged away, and others, more coherent for the moment, were put in their place.

Those with no limbs were thrown on the ground and an ax was put on top of them and more were thrown where the harvest was taking place and forgotten with thousands more.

They couldn't do anything and just laid on the ground, whimpering, crying, and begging until they were stuffed into a cage or container with other Ewoks who had been amputated or were in a similar condition and then hauled off, while others never got moved or even remembered.

They were left to rot.

"Hold it!" Feral shouted.

The droids stopped and the rows of Ewoks stopped and directed their attention at Feral, unsure, afraid, frightened, mad, scared, angry, and just outright terrified.

"There are a lot of you, still, after all of this time...There are billions of you furry rats..."

Feral gestured at the lines, stretching on for miles and miles, and then to every containment center they had passed and that was currently being built.

He gestured to the Ewoks being hauled in and being tortured, the ones being separated, the shamans being beat down and driven through small spikes, the young being taken away, and the few who wanted being pinned down and having every bone broken in their body.

He gestured to the ones chopping down trees and failing to complete the task, the ones stumbling and staggering to complete their harvest, ones crying out as the only leg they had went bed as the bucket of berries they carried caved it in at the knee, and how even more were smashed or hurt hunting and fishing.

He gestured to the ones building and preparing his palace.

Feral looked the Ewoks over carefully, using the dark side to probe them.

Many were still...Hanging on, just barely.

Their belief in the light spirit was strong, still, despite him destroying it.

"I am getting a bad feeling that a lot of you want to fight back or plan to very soon. A lot of you are hoping, praying, and wishing, and I can't have that. There are so many of you the prospect is almost too enticing to pass up to do any of those things. I am not going to be redundant and bare my fangs over and over with you filthy creatures. I don't want any of you getting ideas. I know how much your young mean to you...I have killed your greatest gods, but that isn't enough. You still hang on and hope, but I have devoured your light spirit! The best way to make all of you broken husks is to kill your young."

Feral used the force and snatched some of the Woklings away from their mothers, throwing the whole mass of lines of them into a frenzy.

Over three billion Ewok began to shriek.

"SHUT UP NOW!"

The Ewok didn't listen, naturally.

Feral looked to a Tactical Droid. "Tell them to be quiet and submit, or I kill the Woklings."

"T'hesh sta! Na-chin den T'hesh mookiee treek yeha eleeoth bok chuu-ock."

The Ewoks thrashed and shook their heads wildly, snapping in anger and fury as they jabbed their limbs at their young and Feral.

"Ehda graks!"

"Ehda!"

"Edha!"

"Ehshtee mookiee!"

"Meechoo seefo mookiee! T'hesh sta! Chuck mookiee es'eesht!""

The Ewoks shook their heads harder, pointing at their Woklings.

"Ehshtee mookiee!"

Feral watched the whole thing in disgust.

He spat, gripped the young harder and with a snarl, smashed them into the ground with enough force to chew through a mountain.

"Tell them I will do it again if they don't stop."

The Ewoks shrieked, casting quick glances over the gory pulp to see if what was really happening, was indeed, really happening.

"Meechoo Es'eesht mo theesa. Chuck mo theesa. T'hesh na goo sta!"

The Ewoks all wavered for a second.

Seizing the opportunity, Feral flicked his fingers in strange patterns as he unleashed a spell from Sith sorcery at his prisoners.

Thousands of eyes went wide and more Ewoks stumbled away from each other screeching in terror, clawing at their throats, gouging out their eyes, and flailing what limbs they had wildly at the air around them as they were consumed by their worst nightmares and fears from childhood.

Flailing in terror at the invisible nightmares and demons, they ignored Feral as he moved in and took their limbs, with clean, diagonal strokes. As they and their limbs fell to the ground, droids picked up them up and tossed them high and to the side where they crashed into containers.

More were left to skid across the burning ground and forced to harvest and cut down trees.

Feral had enough of the shrieking.

The Ewoks weren't going to speak to each other or at all if he could help it.

"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 roared over the Tactical Droid, hurling out a massive shockwave.

The blast ripped through the forest, sending walls of great chunks of debris spilling out. More of the forest around them collapsed in a shower of bark, burying Ewoks and Woklings alike beneath tons of debris, sending a crescendo of dying screams screeching through the area.

The Ewoks stopped their tirade finally, covered in gore, on their backs and knees as they fell from each reverberation from the forest erupting.

Elders began to plead.

Others begged.

But, most of the Ewok thrashed around on the ground or thrashed their limbs and heads rapidly, looking like dolls being moved around by a child in Feral's eyes.

He would make them suffer especially.

"Na Goo!"

"Gyeesh!"

"Na goo!"

"Den etke!"

"Na goo!

The response was simple and the same as before, the Tactical droids relayed it without any reprieve or pause in their torture.

The Ewoks wailed and screeched at the sky, throwing their hands up if they had any.

"Den!"

"Gyeesh chyasee!"

Feral ignited his light-saber.

There were so many Ewoks that they had to be stuffed and crammed like junk in a cargo hopper, and there were still so many that they were spilling out.

There were too many.

Their spirit was too strong, even now.

Even with most of the forest gone.

But, they were breaking now that their precious gods had fallen dead by his hand.

His light-saber moved, spinning in the air and striking Woklings dead on the spot. The mothers screamed. The blade plunged through their arms, taking them off quick pulls that popped the shoulder joint into two separate pieces.

Feral slashed chunks out of their sides, dropping them to the ground in thrashing fits.

The other Woklings cowered and tried to run away. The blade leapt after them, cutting and slicing, sending them sprawling across the ground, their black eyes shining brighter than any adults possibly could as they faced the same fates.

Feral drew strength from the horror of their deaths and pain, moving like an apparition right of horror tales from Ewok legends, he embodied a demon right of their realm known as hell. He was their worst fear come to life, a cancer of terror, a sickness of hatred.

"Gyeesh!"

"Den!"

"Gyeesh!"

"Na goo!"

Ewoks howled, screeched, shrieked, screamed, and cried, desperately clutching their Woklings close to their forms.

Woklings clung to their mothers, fathers, and siblings, screeching in fear.

Ewoks cowered, bowing their heads over and over.

Elders and shamans bowed their heads.

"Gyeesh!"

"Na goo!"

"Chyasee!"

Ewoks begged, eyes glossy, and their Woklings shrieked louder.

Those weak enough to beg for mercy do not deserve it.

Mercy is a chain needed to be broken, a vice that keeps one in chains.

Through victory my chains are broken.

Feral reached out with the force, bringing his light-saber up to spin over them.

He waited, slowly, carefully, precisely moving it lower, swinging it back and forth, letting their horror mount, letting their fear build, letting them scream and plead until their voices echoed and they were reduced to shrieking and screeching.

He fed on it, using it to invigorate his blood.

He plunged the blade into them, slashing them across the face, eyes, toes, ankles, knees, hands, ears, and carved abstract designs across their bodies, setting them on fire in the process, but not cutting deep enough to kill them.

The Ewoks clutched the wounded and maimed to their chests, writhed on the ground, thrashed in ash mounds, all of their tortured laments echoing across the planet, and Feral engorged himself with it, not stopping his feeding.

"Na goo!"

"Gyeesh!"

"Na goo!"

"Gyeesh!"

"Den Seefo Mookiee!"

"Den Es'eesht!"

"Den es'eesht Mookiee!"

"Gyeesh den es'eesht Mookiee!"

"Gyeesh den seefo Mookiee!"

Feral feasted on their anguish, stuffing himself to the brim, feeling the dark side course stronger in him like lava to a volcano about to erupt.

The light-saber slashed through the air, spinning over their heads.

The Ewoks eyes got as big as moons, and they tried, uselessly, to duck away from the blade.

"Na goo!"

"Gyeesh!"

One quick swipe of the light-saber carved into them, sending the elders, shamans, and adults to the same amputated fate or worse as the Woklings.

It spiraled through the air, slicing and dicing, sending Ewoks, Woklings, and their limbs scattering over the ground.

Feral was pragmatic for what it was worth. He didn't want the Ewoks to be comfortable by any means, and if they had space, they would be comfortable. If they could move, if they could hope, if they could retain their spirit, then they would be comfortable.

If they had limbs, they would be comfortable.

If their Woklings were safe, they would be comfortable.

If their Woklings had limbs, they would be comfortable.

He chopped off arms and legs and cut more Ewoks and their Woklings in half at the torso, picking up where he left off before when the battle began in full swing and Ewoks were flying through the skies on vines and hang gliders.

They looked up at him from the ground, crying, writhing, gasping for air, unable to do anything else but suffer at his will and beg to no avail.

The ones with no limbs moved their little mouths, big eyes glassy as they wept. Woklings were especially pitiful in his eyes and he reveled in their suffering, using it to engorge his own propensity for bloodshed and make himself more powerful.

He took a deep breath, filling himself on the dread.

"I need to cut you guys down to size. Too many of you. Even your young are going to be cut down to size, but don't worry. None of you will die, I'll keep your heads in tact. Even if I remove your heads, you'll be conscious for a few hours, or for the rest of your lifetime considering how small you guys are...Let's try it out, shall we?"

He continued his sweeping attacks of Mou Kei for hours and hours, listening keenly to each wailing, ear piercing shriek from each Ewok.

He was careful to focus on the sudden pangs of agony from each, knowing their limbs were all gone, knowing they could do nothing, and knowing that it was their end.

Their despair was as great as their agony and their sorrow.

Droids began to throw the bodies into transports, stuffing them to the very top, and kept the transports lined up, coming, and going. Ewoks and Woklings spilled out of the tops, rolling and bouncing on the ground, but they were thrown in with the next batch.

Feral assisted the clean up.

He lifted the limb-less and amputated bodies with the force and put them all into wooden cages until they were piled up. He lifted the Ewoks with half a torso and put them into same cages, piling them on top of each other until it would be impossible to distinguish the dead from the dying and alive.

He moved others into containers and transports, stuffing them so the Ewoks were pressed tight against the interior wall and it could just barely close.

He repeated the process, but didn't remove the limbs or appendages of all the Ewoks or their young, but they all lost one thing-whether it was an eye or an entire leg, an ear, their whole lower trunk, tongues, toes, or both arms, they were not whole ever again.

Even with one arm and one leg, no legs, no fingers, nor any toes they were dragged kicking and screaming, forced at blaster point with their young to cut down the soul trees, harvest food, and dig into their secret reserves, and it broke the Ewoks and Woklings completely as much as it sent them flailing helplessly across the ground as they cut down their homes and gave themselves up to starvation.

They struggled, wailing, crying, weeping, and rolled on the ground as they lost their will.

Droids threw them into cargo units with their young, and used separate containers for the young, stuffing them until they had to be pushed down, forcing many bodies to crushed that had been carelessly tossed in during the first few minutes.

Soon enough Feral had an entire system going and traffic was growing as things progressed steadily. Ewoks in one piece were in one area, amputated were in another, no limbs were in another, Woklings were in another, the food harvest was in one long patch, tree chopping was over flooded with activity, and the hunting and fishing grew steadily.

The whole planet began to ooze with the Ewoks' sorrow and despair, their pain and agony mixing in like a toxic stew, increasing without any end in sight.

Feral looked into the sky, smiling as he inhaled a deep breath-he could taste it.

This is just the beginning of it all! I haven't even begun to torture them, impale them, or turn them into decorations like I want to. I haven't begun to use them for doormats and make them my trophies, my spoils of war! I haven't even begun to skin them alive for carpets like I want to! I haven't even begun to eat them alive!

He'd eat them alive, piece by piece, then suck the whole planet dry, and his power would be near unlimited at that point.

Endor would be nothing and the Ewok would be his nourishment.

They would be left with a lifeless husk for a planet.

Feral heard the whine of a transmission coming through, cutting into his carnivorous thoughts.

It was Sidious.

He pressed the accept key and knelt on one knee. Head down. He could see only the image of Sidious's black cloak, but that was all he needed to see.

"Lord Sidious."

"Have you succeeded in your mission? Are the Ewoks without spirit?"

"Yes, Master. Of course. The Ewoks stood no chance. The forest is destroyed and they are all being contained right now. Slaughter, torture, and death camps are all being built and they are cutting down what remains of their forest. They are being forced to harvest all of their food for me, giving me their food reserves, building me my palace, and building me my throne."

He glanced around for a moment.

Most of them were in containment and being put to work. The wounded were thrown into clustered cells and piled on top of each other, then pushed and smashed down by large branches so more Ewoks could be crammed into the space, and then even more were piled on.

Battle Droids began to push on the bodies, causing entire masses to scream.

"They are of the light side, Master."

"Of that I am aware, that is why I chose you for this mission. I know how much you hate Jedi and the light side. The dark side has always been strong in you Feral, in ways it isn't with your brothers. You draw strength from the lowest, darkest, and most evil depths of the dark side. You reside where there is no light to get through!"

The Ewoks didn't dare even glance in his direction.

They seen first hand what the droids were capable of doing. They knew full well what he was capable of doing without even trying. He dismembered more than four thousand in the span of a few seconds, and ten times that in twenty seconds.

He consumed the whole planet in a storm, and used the Ewoks to power it, swallowing them whole with thunder and lightning.

Their dead brethren were lining the paths they were walking a few meters away, and the droids continued to pile the bodies up until they fell and they had to make new walls to compensate for the new batches. Feral did it as a means to break their will and spirit even further, but he could still feel fury pull on him.

Their spirit wasn't completely broken.

Not yet.

"I await my orders to exterminate them."

"Well done, Feral...You may amuse yourself as you see fit with these creatures. Use them for meat and their fur for carpets. Break them completely. Impale them. Do whatever it is you that you wish to do with them. Be ready, however, because the Jedi will hunt you personally when they hear of this, at least that is the intention. You must be ready for the attack. However, if I am able to achieve what I wish, the Ewoks will all be dead, and you will be long gone by the time that happens."

"Yes, Master. I understand."

"Expect the Jedi who come to be Cadus and Anakin."

"Cadus and Anakin?"

Feral's fist clenched hard.

"And Obi Wan?"

"I believe Kenobi will be on Coruscant, he is not so...Strong willed."

Feral dropped his head even lower. "I will not fail you, my Master. Cadus and Anakin will die. The Ewok will suffer before they taste death."

"Make sure that they do. Their spirit will not be easily broken, Feral. You will have to kill their young in order to break their will completely. Otherwise they will try to rebel."

Feral smirked, chuckling. "I've already done that. I think it's beaten them down for the moment, but I may have to do it again."

"Good. Very good. The Jedi won't feel what is going nor what you are doing. The suffering of the Ewoks will go unnoticed until you make your move to bring the attention forward. Do you understand what I am saying, Feral?"

"I may do as I please with them."

"I want you to destroy their wills completely. All of those gods they worship, tell them you are going to kill all of them, force the sun to stay stationary, force everything to not be as they are used to it, and then destroy it before their very eyes!"

"Yes, of course Master...If I may trouble you for an answer...Why did Count Dooku have to be arrested? "

"The end of the war is near, and victory is certain."

"But, with his imprisonment..."

"Dooku hasn't been arrested. Dooku hasn't even been taken captive. He has followed his orders. He made himself the quarry...So as to draw the Jedi and Republic into our trap. He moved as to corner our opposition into a one way lane. So he could bring turmoil to Cadus and Anakin, and the Jedi, and all of those on Coruscant. His mere presence, being alive and well, is going to be enough to worry everyone. Because he is alive, things will only go in one direction from this point on."

"I am afraid I am not wise when it comes to politics. "

"Count Dooku is a symbol, just as Palpatine is a symbol. Both symbols of the war will be on the same planet, at the same time. Count Dooku will be on Coruscant and no other world as this moment, and in the foreseeable future."

"Test loyalties...Perhaps...Control the Jedi Order or their Council..."

Sidious shifted a fraction.

"You understand...But, soon you will see for yourself-the true power of Master Cadus and young Skywalker-you will see for yourself why they must be out of the picture. When those two lose faith, we'll be able to do as we please. We could even decimate the whole Jedi Order by walking through the front doors or...Taking a detour."

Feral could hear the wild grin in his Master's voice. "What is the purpose of the Ewoks..."

Sidious looked over the youngest Zabrak.

"Things must change in the Senate, and when everyone agrees the Ewok are not sentient, want nothing to do with their plight, and just not even care-the first phase of change will be complete. Natural order. Power bound to one individual and not spread among many. The Republic will be no more and the Empire will be put in its place in all but name. The Ewoks will be forgotten and tossed aside, deemed nothing. The first in a long list of contemptible creatures."

Feral nodded. "And, Darth Mekhis?"

Sidious smiled. "Darth Mekhis was quite the researcher...She was known to experiment on organics and machines, convert them, and do even stranger things. It was horrible enough that a powerful Jedi Master raided her lairs on Rhen Var and killed her in a vicious battle. We are going to put what Dooku found on Rhen Var to good use by experimenting on the Ewoks."

"Yes, Master. I'll prepare places for transporting these rats off world for experimentation as you so desire or see fit." Feral bowed his head lower, watching as the holo-image faded.

Now he had to select a suitable location for Ewok transportation.

A suitable place where he could put that research to practical use.

He ignited his light-saber, knowing he would need to go to work.

Even if he did kill some young, even if he amputated and dismembered many, even if he forced them to cut down the trees, harvest their food, and even kill each other...The Ewoks were too strong in spirit at the moment.

He would do just as Sidious ordered-once they seen that the world was no longer their own, nor their so called gods, they would crumble without failure.

He sharpened branches into precise, serrated, razor sharp points and sharpened twigs into fine needles, ripping the bark with the force.

He lifted Ewoks, slowly and precisely jabbing the tips through their backs, allowing their weight and gravity to slide their bodies down the sharp length.

"G..y...e..."

"C...e..."

With careful precision, he drove the thick branches through the earth with the force, making sure that the sharp tip was pointed towards the sky. He lined the pathways and entire landscape with the same branches, not stopping until there was a network spanning for miles.

He had to smother them out like candlelight.

The easiest way to do that was targeting the Woklings.

There was no other thing to do in Feral's mind.

Feral called on the dark side, absorbing it, engorging himself with it, and letting it boil through his whole being until it was devouring him.

He unleashed it upon the Ewoks and Woklings, chaining them together through their terror, reducing the Ewoks to shrieking in frenzied madness on the ground, thrash around in deranged mania as everything suddenly became hopeless, and making other Ewoks cower defenselessly.

A few tried to run away, screeching as they thrashed around.

"Terror and cancer. Devour the mind. Strength. Hope. Wisdom. Food. Nothing. Thoughts to be consumed." Feral recited the chant over and over.

In response, the Ewoks cries echoed planet-wide, and Feral merely engorged himself with their suffering, and the more they wailed, the more powerful Feral grew.

"Empower me. Misery. Angst. Anguish. Sorrow. Agony. The pit of darkness. My inheritance. From the well, I draw strength. Feed."

With the dark side, naturally breaking the Ewoks' spirit as a whole and shattering their will to even move around was like child's play.

Using that hopelessness to empower himself was like second nature.

Suffering was the greatest tool and it always had a...

Jolting sensation.