The Ewoks had spent a painstaking amount of time erecting ladders and a network to navigate from the canopy to the ground. It was perilous and many fell to their demise thousands of feet below. But, upon seeing Spider Droids moving towards them with no intention of stopping, their fear eclipsed, and they threw rocks at them.
The only thing that was at their immediate disposal.
The droids weren't fazed, nor did they topple.
They increased their speed, and moved towards the Ewoks, laser beams darting and spearing in crisp arcs that fried branches. The Ewoks scattered, shrilling when they were sent across the ground, more than half of their body burning from the fall.
When the towering droids were ten feet away, they smashed a mass of restraining vines, and two huge, withered trunks crashed down on top of the Ewoks, smashing them into gory pulp and sending the network of ladders toppling.
Running as fast as their little legs could carry them now that the Spider Droids were mere feet away, the Ewoks squeaked loudly at the machines and pointed at them in terror, just as their huge, balanced legs crashed down on top of them, crushing them into pulpy liquid.
One Ewok was hit in the shoulder and crashed into a tree. A charging Spider Droid lumbered forward to crush it, but another Ewok ran down just in time, yanking the one Ewok to safety. In veering out of the Spider Droid's way, the other Ewok was smashed into the ground.
The Spider Droid's leg compressed the Ewok's torso until blood oozed out of its mouth. Hundreds of Ewoks were thrown down branches and the canopy from all sides, squealing and fighting against the might of the vines with unrestrained terror.
The scene was absolute barbarism and cruelty.
Droids fired their laser pistols at the furry creatures, killing and wounding many-only to cut down thousands more that rose in their place.
Biker scouts yanked squealing Ewoks into the woods, tying their one leg or ankles together-and more biker scouts knocked the Ewoks from their feet with volleys of blasts that set them up perfectly to be clipped face first by the front of the bikes.
Another procession of Ewoks wound its way slowly into the darkening and blood dripping forest. Tiny, terrified creatures, barely inching through the rainfall of horror. The sun was nowhere in sight and the long shadows made the forest domain even more imposing than before.
The Ewoks squeaked and screeched in horror as they passed piles of bodies in various stages of decay, Ewoks being pulled apart in dozens of different directions, and masses of Wokling heads stacked, all in various stages of decay like rest.
Turning down each dense corridor of heads and corpses or Ewoks being tortured with hesitation, the furry prisoners continued their march.
Super Battle Droids carried Ewoks that had no legs or limbs on their shoulders proudly.
Behind the impaled Ewoks, Feral, carried on a throne of leaves, branches, mud, twigs, bark, pieces of tree trunks, actual tree trunks, stones, rocks, metal, and the ground itself, was carried high upon the shoulders of lowly and amputated Ewoks.
As their god, he observed the mighty forest through which they carried him.
The magnificent bloody sky glowed between the rows of Ewoks hanging by their necks and choking to death, the exotic flowers that remained, started to close, covered in bloodied fur and pieces of Ewoks' faces. The ageless trees that were covered with dying Ewoks pounded in as decorations, towered high into the darkness that enveloped the world, and the blood glistening ferns moved vibrantly under the crimson sky, rising with the Ewoks' cries.
He was the destroyer of these little creatures.
The sky seemed closer to the treetops as he was carried into the center of the main containment center, where his palace, where his main throne, and where all of the Ewoks planet-wide were funneled to, imprisoned, worked, processed as food, and tortured.
He was even aware of the complex. The tall, large orange sparks of light in the distance, were like bonfires, but he knew the lights were Ewoks set on fire, being raised high into the air as beacon points from one containment center to the next to signal the time for sacrifices.
They moved onto a rickety wooden walkway, far too off the ground to be able to see anything below them but the darkness. The narrow platform ended more than halfway between two trees, looking as if it dropped off into a dead end, or another huge drop like the one at present.
The first Ewok in line grabbed hold of a long vine.
A droid grabbed the vine and tied it around the Ewok's neck and threw it so that it swung across to the far trunk.
Feral could see it had a large opening carved into its titanic surface.
The Ewoks worked quickly, doing their best to ignore the chokes of their fellow swinging around close by and struggling to escape.
The vine tightened, a crisp snap of bone pierced the silence, and the hanging Ewok went completely still.
Vines, branches, and trunks were quickly tossed back and forth across the chasm, or rolled, until a kind of grid was constructed. On the other side Ewoks assembled another grid and laid on the shaky, narrow platform to stabilize it until Feral was carried across.
The diminutive creatures worked even faster to dismantle the webbing of vines and proceeded into the tree, struggling to handle the sheer weight of Feral plus his monstrosity of a throne. It was absolute black inside of the tree, beyond simple darkness, but Feral could feel it was more of a tunnel through the wood than an actual cavern in the bole.
Dense, solid walls were everywhere...
Like a burrow in a mountain.
No wonder his army wanted the Ewoks dead as fast as possible, and truth be told, he was ready to kill all of them at this second.
How many tree caves did they have like this?
When they emerged, several dozen yards beyond, they were in the center of activity. It was a series of wooden platforms, planks, paths, torture centers, labor camps, and walkways connecting an extensive cluster of enormous trees and even more enormous steel buildings.
Supported by this were massive platforms, constructed of an odd combination of stiffened leather, wood, daub and mud.
Small campfires burned inside many of the grid-like prisons, the sparks were caught by an elaborate system of hanging vines, which funneled them to a smothering point, showing the lowly Ewoks struggling to simply stay upright and the ones completely amputated groaning from pains of starvation.
Mother Ewoks gathered up their squealing woklings at the sight of the prisoners, Feral, and the droids, scurrying where they could in their prisons or pointed and squeaked at the terrifying entourage. Warrior Ewoks and male Ewoks who were brave enough put the mothers and Woklings behind them, firmly standing their ground for the time being.
Droids grabbed the male Ewoks and warriors hundreds at a time, beating them to bloody pulps of fur right in front of the mothers and the young for their open act of defiance. They exercised no restraint, lathering their fists with blood, and overshadowing every sound with the crunching of bones.
Super Battle Droids grabbed the females and their Woklings, throwing both across the ground while they smashed their feet atop the male Ewok's skulls until they convulsed.
Dinner smoke filled the air along with the cries of pain coming from the cooking Ewoks.
The entourage of captives stopped before the largest hut. The impaled Ewoks were situated on their poles, against a nearby tree. More were being impaled horizontally and vertically, the droids moving slow to ensure the Ewoks wouldn't die for several days.
Several hundred were being shaved of their fur, tied to a spit, and balanced above piles of kindling that looked very much like cooking pits.
Thousands of Ewoks gathered around nearby, chattering fearfully in animated, frightened squeals as more of their fellows were dragged off, tied to spits and hauled around to specific locations, situated over flaming pits to be cooked for the main course.
Lumps of fur grew in piles as more and more Ewoks were shaved down to their skin.
Chiefs shouted orders and words of encouragement to the cowering and screeching Ewoks all around them and even meters away. Ewoks quickly ran forward and hastened themselves to complete their tasks given out by their superiors and Feral himself.
The chiefs and elders were all on the other side, or on huge branches on the ground, facing the lowly Ewoks and moving about with the warriors. In the center, between the two groups, was a large bucket filled with the blood of Ewoks, splattering gallons of crimson on the walls and surrounding area.
There was a mix of berries and nuts mixed in with their crimson life liquid.
Out in the main square of the area, a great torture session was commencing.
Shrieking, squealing, screeching, and screaming all pierced the air. Feral wandered away from the Ewoks being cooked alive, away from the shrieks for mercy, all the way to a secluded walkway on the far side of a colossal tree where one of his thrones had been hastily set down.
Ewoks slowly died beneath, their limbs squirming every few seconds as the life was slowly, but surely crushed out of them.
He examined the groups of Ewoks ahead congregating.
A member of the hunting parties stepped forward, a mantled Ewok who seemed to have taken more protective measures toward the females and Woklings. Ewoks conferred with one another for a short time, but the discussion soon turned into a heated disagreement, as several Ewoks pressed to just do work and not make trouble, but more wanted to fight to protect the mothers and Woklings.
Other Ewoks, less patient, jumped into the great debate and began to stomp their feet when they were ignored.
Feral made himself comfortable on his throne, which was set down in the place of honor. He followed the ongoing argument with observation. He was accustomed to the squeaky language the Ewoks spoke, since he touched his own attack before.
He began to listen more carefully, but stopped after only a few exchanges, since the debaters were squeaking too loud and too fast.
He didn't want the gist of what was being said.
Ewoks exited from the large huts nearby, silencing every other Ewok with their presence. Shorter than some, taller than some, larger than some, they were all clearly the object of greater general respect among the lowly Ewok.
They wore charred half-skulls on their heads. Some wore reptile skulls, a single feather, or part of one was tied to their crests. Their fur ranged from black, gray, striped tan, all the way to the most rare among Ewok, red. They carried no weapons, only keeping a pouch at their sides, and broken staffs topped by the snapped spine of a once-powerful enemy.
One by one, they carefully appraised the wounded Ewoks, smelling them, testing the burned, torn fur and skin between their fingers. Other Ewoks babbled their opposing points of view, but Feral was uninterested in that, but it seemed the creatures were not going to let the matter they were bickering about drop.
The appraising Ewoks paid the chatty Ewoks no mind.
When one of the skull wearing Ewok came to him, it became terrified, and waved its staff of bones at Feral.
Feral took exception to this, he smashed his fist through the creature's face, spraying blood as his fingers speared through the back of the creature's head. The other Ewoks needed no further warning and did a quick back step, or stumbled backwards, at the same time reaching into their pouches and sprinkling some herbs in his direction.
More followed their bad example and reached into their pouches, throwing herbs in his direction.
Feral yanked at least three dozen across the ground with the force, listening to them kick and scream before he made their world explode with pain, caving in skulls with his fists, heavy boots, and shattering all of the Ewoks' teeth with his boots.
"Esa...Weechu seefo..." An Ewok struggled, choking on bubbles of blood welling up in its throat.
A coughing fit cut off what it was going to say next.
It was too weak to even bring up its finger-less hands to cover its mouth as it spewed crimson over Feral's boots.
There were sickening crunches as he slammed down his boot over and over, grinding the furry skulls into the ground. The Ewoks' bodies began to convulse, instantly terrifying the others who ran away or pointed at their fellows raging across the ground against their will.
Feral lifted the other Ewoks over his head, and focused for a singular moment.
The Ewoks in his grasp shredded apart like they were never put together. Their fur, bones, muscles, and blood all splattered against the landscape, being pulled in opposite directions, spraying across and snapping all the way into the surrounding leaves of the canopy.
Ewoks pointed at Feral and squeaked in terror.
Others became visibly upset by the brutality covering them. They waved their staffs, stamped their feet, and shrieked at him. At the conclusion of their tirade, they nodded to several thousand attentive fellows, who nodded back and began stamping their feet and shrieking.
However, it silenced.
As one, every furry head turned toward the mouth of the largest huts. Out of it came the elders, the entirety of the surviving council of elders from the many tribes of Ewok, the shamans, the warriors, and lastly the chiefs.
They were all gray furred, missing limbs, at one point strong of will, but no longer.
On their heads they wore burned crowns woven of leaves, teeth, and the horns of great animals they'd bested in previous hunting. In their hands, if they had any, they carried staffs fashioned from long bones of flying reptiles.
The elder Ewoks surveyed the cruel, grisly scene around them with horror, then turned towards Feral, who remained on his throne.
With shrieks some of the Ewok mothers rushed toward their Woklings, but Droideka blocked their way with warning laser fire.
The Ewoks turned to their chiefs, then to Feral, and finally back to the droids.
The chiefs only looked back and forth between Feral and the droids.
"Na goo jiks! Weechu den seefo theesa! Theesa che! Weechu den theesa che! Weechu den roda weechu den stusl weechu den thleek theesa bok chuu-ock tana!"
"Meechoo es'eesht weechu ehda azar siz! Meechoo stusl theesa weechu bok chuu-ock!" Feral looked at the Ewoks and their surviving leaders.
The Ewoks shook their heads with clear negativity. The elders and shamans chattered an order to the chiefs, who in turn shrieked orders at their helpers, warriors, and lowly Ewoks, who all resumed vigorously pointing and stamping their feet.
Feral struck down two shamans, piercing the Ewok's bodies and turning them to pulp as he dug his hand deeper and deeper.
They cried out for a brief instant as they were mashed.
The chiefs and elders on either side half turned towards him, and he took the opportunity to slice off arms and legs.
They shrieked, those with one leg or no legs dropped to the ground with loud, bone breaking thuds, screaming as their wounds gushed with blood, while those who lost an arm rolled around in the dirt until grime coated the wound and staunched the bleeding.
Feral pointed at them, then to himself.
"Meechoo powa! Meechoo paamuk! Meechoo ehda powa! Weechu t'hesh! Weechu yekit theesa, shodu, jeerota yeha! Weechu chaa chaaa manna manna moktok! Weechu manna manna roda yun yum. Weechu yun yum di goot. Theesa yun yum di goot."
The Ewoks shrieked negatively, stamping their feet and pointing.
Feral grinned sharply.
"I told you, you are all food. Meechoo es'eesht moktok. Meechoo siz es'eesht weechu moktok. Weechu siz moktok. Weechu manna manna moktok."
In the end, there was only one choice. It was a choice he had made many years before, when he had still been a child, and people of his home-world wanted him to swear fealty.
When they wanted him to be a slave and starved him.
When they beat him.
He threw more Ewoks down the lava pit, shouting orders to nearby droids, who grabbed mothers, warriors, and females as well as Woklings, and threw them into the pit with their smoldering fellows. His eyes followed the blazing embers as they sailed to the sky. They mixed, there, in his vision, with the bursts of blood the nearby droids were causing, by setting off Ewoks with catapults and pulverizing them in midair.
Bonfires speckled the surrounding woods and the only central Ewok village. Fires of heartbreak, malaise, woe, despair, chagrin, and misery. He could hear the Ewoks drums beating, the music weaving in the dim lights of their bonfires, the cries of hopeless humiliation, and the cries of smoldering hope.
Feral was was silent himself as he gazed into the fires of his own victories and losses.
Of his own life to this point.
He had not forbidden the Ewoks from music or dance, but he would soon.
Seeing as they were trying to lift their spirits with it right now.
Just as they wouldn't forsake love, but would soon do just that.
The enormous uprooted trees had gnarled and intertwined roots that rose far above Feral, before the network converged into a grid of branches, and beyond that a miniature canopy. He moved his head and could see the larger branches, high above the roots, arcing out like veins.
Ewoks shrilled, then there were loud splashes, loud chokes, and the silence that reigned was effectively shattered.
Feral arched a brow as the Ewoks scarred skulls disappeared beneath the water's foggy, crimson surface. He knelled, and leaned forward, watching the furry creatures kick and thrash to no avail. They couldn't remain afloat.
The crimson waters were soon serene, not revealing a sign of the helpless Ewoks. Feral could tell how deep the still, murky pond went. It looked extremely deep, but it was even deeper than its appearance, which by all means was still a deception.
Tiny bubbles broke through the surface of the water and there was faint gurgling.
Fur balls just don't know when to quit. Feral thought, as he watched the bubbles slowly fade away from the surface.
Other Ewoks stood frozen, horror-struck, as they continued to stare at the crimson waters, still as the night itself. As they watched, a few bubbles began to erupt at the surface once again. Their hearts pounded with fear as they realized there was nothing they could do to help their fellows.
But before they could move, the pint-size creatures were flung skyward by nearby battle droids, moving through jagged arcs, they came crashing down into the murky pond where their fellows had once kicked and thrashed.
Feebly the Ewoks shrieked and shrilled, thrashing their limbs if they had any to remain afloat.
Ewoks still on the shore and the few being dragged out of the water shivered in the thickening fog that closed in on them like a living, breathing creature. They helped each other back onto their feet, then struggled to wipe away the muck, grime, dirt, blood, and overall filth that covered their bodies.
By the time they finished cleaning off each other, shadows loomed ominously, and the distant cries for mercy felt as if they were moving closer. The Ewoks glanced around at the dark, blood drenched forest surrounding them, trembling as the ear piercing shrieks went in one of their ears and out the other, then huddled a bit closer before they moved towards the growing bonfire.
Ewoks communed in the warm firelight of the freezing night, singing, squeaking, dancing, and laughing, in the communal language of hope. Even the Ewoks who had been bickering before during the tense meeting reconciled, and were doing little dances together, as others joined, pointed, squeaked, and clapped in time to the music.
The Ewoks continued without reprieve, while Feral watched their despair and terror melt away any hope they were trying to keep as dismembered Ewoks began to beg for food.
Feral turned to the Ewoks dancing and singing, speaking their native tongue, gesturing at the smoking bodies of the burned Ewoks.
"Den reh rehluu! Den lulalar! Weechu den reh rehluu lulalar! Meechoo entzahee roda weechu!"
Feral's eyes glowed like magma and acid.
The Ewok elders and chiefs squeaked, occasionally screeching comments to each other. It was a horrible and cruel demand, and they were completely against it, and even horrified by the demand to forbid music, singing, and dancing so completely.
Lowly Ewoks and shamans conferred with the chiefs and elders dozens of times. Warriors pushed their way in soon enough. In the end, after a long discussion among the elders and shamans, the chiefs shook their heads negatively, with expressions of clear dissatisfaction.
"Meechoo, ees chaa chaaa reh rehluu lulalar! Weechu den dangar!" The Ewok chiefs explained.
"Den lulalar den reh rehluu! Che womok! Meechoo es'eesht! Weechu lulalar reh rehluu meechoo es'eesht weechu sta! You will not dance! I will kill you if you sing or dance!" Feral roared.
"Weechu na goo! Na goo! Choo doo seefo! Ees reh rehluu lulalar. Ees drik reh rehluu lulalar! Choo doo weechu na goo!"
"Meechoo es'eesht weechu sta! Meechoo es'eesht chim chim coki coki coki theesa! Meechoo roda coki coki coki theesa! Meechoo siz theesa! Meechoo ruha theesa! I will kill more of your young if you keep this up, you stupid creatures."
Silence filled the space, before an extensive squeaking among the elders, warriors, and chiefs began rising and falling in volume, ceasing and then resuming again.
Feral knew that the Ewoks would resist giving up their music, singing, and dancing. It was something that they would fight, until enough were killed and burned alive right in front of them trying to cause a resistance in the first place.
Until the Ewoks seen over one hundred billion of their own be shipped off into space.
The debate wound down, leaving another quiet moment. Several thousand Ewoks had been observing the proceedings, and they were restraining themselves with great difficulty from entering the higher ranking conversation. The Ewoks' eyes filled with tears and many broke down and began sobbing loudly. But, the stronger Ewoks, on the other hand, remained silent, but still trembled with emotions.
Several hundred other Ewoks exchanged comments and remarks before getting in their own heated debates.
The rest were motionless, their expressions a mixture of horror, agony, and disbelief.
One by one Spider Droids began chasing after the Ewoks blasting the ground near them to make their little legs move faster. Nearby Ewoks cried in horror as the giant war-machines sent them flying across the ground in flames and smoke.
Ewoks struggled against the mounting despair as their fellows began to pile up beside them.
The Ewok warriors grew fiercer every time their fur was scorched and burned. They fought even fiercer as shavers tore into them, their fur lumping on the ground, and tried to attack the shavers and the droids doing the deed to no avail.
They, like many Ewoks, had the shame of having no fur.
They were food.
The fur-less creatures were hung upside down on rows of steel, their legs or knees impaled, the large apparatus used to transport them shook the appendages, injuring the Ewoks further as their joints and bones splintered into their bloodstream.
The Ewok warriors, males, shamans and chiefs were nothing but mere sacrifices. They threw themselves upon the droids in desperation, refusing to just watch, and the droids returned the favor by pinning them to the ground, shaving their fur, and designating them for the more recent shipments of foodstuffs going out.
In the first confused moments, one Ewok dove into the foliage, while several hit the dirt in the cover of the droids and lasers that covered everything above them. Explosions and reverberations all around kept the Ewoks pinned from leaving. Further away the droids took advantage of the fact the Ewoks had erected a primitive catapult at the other side of the field during the battle.
Droids tied Ewoks together four at a time and fired them into trees. The massive boles vibrated seriously from the impacts, dripped and splattered with blood and pieces of Ewoks, but they did not topple nor lose any of their strength. Another Ewok who led the resistance against taking music, singing, and dancing, was stabbed with a spear clean through the shoulder during its tirade and crashed into a gnarled root.
A charging MagnaGuard lumbered forward to crush it, but another Ewok swooped down just in time, yanking the other to safety while putting itself in the line of the stab. In swerving out of the droid's way though, the Ewok smashed into a tree, splintering the bark, and went tumbling into the dense foliage where it was met by more droids with blasters.
The Ewok corpses mounted.
Torture was known to be a common practice within the droid ranks of Feral.
They constructed terrible devices and chambers for which their torturous methods could be carried out.
Dungeons and chambers were constructed with hast, and when Ewoks were placed inside, they would endure what they described to their fellows as being away from light, being subjected to such torment until they died from starvation, disease, or dehydration.
They shrieked until their slow demise.
Droids closely monitored heartbeat, blood pressure, nerve functions and respiration, to keep the Ewoks alive until they deemed the punishment or torture was complete.
They pushed the Ewoks to their physical, mental, and emotional limits. Micro-injectors caused pain and fried nerves, while stimulants worked on particularly sensitive nerve clusters, causing aches, tingling, pain, uncontrollable spasms, and amplified the already fried nerve endings of the Ewoks.
Nerve stimulation was used to induce horror, fear, panic, and uncontrollable terror. Emotional states were artificially enhanced, along with actually practical means being carried out as well to add to their horror, eventually destroying the last of their mental defenses and breaking their will.
Feral looked down at the lowly, disgusting creatures.
"Arandee lurdo. Weechu lurd. Weechu den lulalar weechu den reh rehluu! Weechu lulalar reh rehluu, meechoo es'eesht roda seefo ruha entzahee roda ekla theesa. Weechu ehshtee theesa, meechoo es'eesht theesa dutak!"
An eerie silence filled the space, before an extensive squeaking among the elders, warriors, shamans, and chiefs began rising and falling in volume, ceasing and then resuming again with the other lowly Ewoks chiming in.
The debate wound down, leaving another quiet moment.
However, Ewok chiefs and elders barked orders at their cowering, passionate fellows, forcing the lowly Ewoks to squeak in anger until warrior Ewoks shoved them to the ground and pointed at them, screeching for several minutes. The lowly Ewoks fought back, and soon enough the furry creatures were wrestling and screeching at one another as they thrashed about on the ground and gesticulated, even if they had no arms, or one limb, they all began to pile on each other.
Finally, the chiefs looked to Feral, the fur on their faces drenched from blood and tears, scars and fresh wounds left jagged marks past their jaws.
Some had no arms or legs, wounds cauterized with cracked, blackened skin.
They began to shriek and squeak at him, pointing over and over.
"Acha! Acha! Meechoo akeeata. Ees den lulalar reh rehluu eleeo! Ees eleeo lulalar reh rehluu! Gyeesh den es'eesht roda theesa! Gyeesh! Den es'eesht meechoo!"
"Goot. Meechoo akeeata weechu. Sta weechu yupyup, den etke nuv! Weechu den mo nuv! Ees den nuv sta!"
The chiefs, shamans, elders, warriors, and lowly Ewoks all debated heatedly, pointing at each other and shrilling whenever someone cut the other off or tried to brush off the opinion. The volume increased steadily, along with the Ewoks getting animated.
When there was no recourse they began to push and shove each other, throwing small twigs that they could find and began to wrestle.
The chiefs looked at Feral.
"Weechu bont ehda uuta graks. Ees nuv! Ees den yupyup den nuv! Ees nuv, weechu na goo! Choo doo!"
"I am evil. Den choo doo!"
"Na goo!"
"Den yesh. Weechu Meechoo ruha weechu! Weechu den mo nuv! Weechu nuv, meechoo roda theesa! Meechoo roda mookiee! Meechoo roda weechu. Meechoo yekyit weechu den nuv, weechu nuv meechoo thleek uuta! Weechu den x'iutha."
Feral chuckled softly after his tirade.
He could make the Ewoks forsake music, singing, and dancing. He did just that, just now, without killing all of them like he had to with the others who wouldn't submit before when it came to forsaking love.
He could forbid them from singing, dancing, or playing any music, and they wouldn't try his hand, not anymore. But, when it came to love the Ewoks wouldn't yield, and as amusing, and foolish it was, it was still his goal to make them do just that.
But, perhaps the threat of him throwing the sky would persuade the Ewoks otherwise. They were nameless, not important, little specks. In his eyes they weren't capable of love, but like all living things, they were driven to protect themselves and their young.
The lowly Ewoks shrilled, facing the elders, chiefs, warriors, and shamans.
They conveyed their feelings, bringing many Ewoks to tears. They stayed close to each other, squeaking among themselves, periodically glancing at the path that led into the lava pit where shrieks and echoes of their fellows pierced the night sky.
They looked to the lines of shackled Ewoks and Woklings being sent away as food.
One way or another, there was no escaping...
They finally realized this.
"Time to die." Feral said, pointing at the creatures. "You die or get sent away."
The Ewok put its head in its hands, partly to weep over the hopeless situation, partly to rub some of the blood from his face. Ewoks close by sat down beside their fellow and mimicked its posture exactly. Head in hands, elbows on the ground, knees on the ground, they let out pitiful cries and squeaks.
The grey Ewoks' skulls exploded as Feral slammed his forehead and his own face into their faces, bursting noses to pieces, shattering cartilage, breaking teeth, breaking orbital bones, and spraying out blood from gashes.
Agony turned their vision into nothing but a blanket of bright white.
The cartilage of their noses gave way with sickening crunches, and geysers of blood gushed forth from their small bodies, easily four times larger. Blinded and dazed, the Ewoks couldn't parry the next strikes, yet alone simply get out of the way. Feral spun as his talons shredded one Ewok across the face, cleaving through its skull, and delivered a back kick that shattered another Ewok's kneecap.
Screaming, the Ewok collapsed, its only hand slamming into the ground as it braced its fall. Feral smirked, raising his boot and crushed its finger underneath, grinding it into the blood soaked ground until he couldn't hear grinding anymore. Then, another shout, Feral flung his knee up, fracturing the same Ewok's cheek and jawbone with a thunderous impact that ripped through the air.
With a last, desperate burst the Ewok tried to hurl itself backward. Feral kept a hold of the creature, smacked aside three more Ewoks, and easily deflected the Ewok's attempt to reach out with its stub for an arm.
The first blow hit, breaking the Ewok's right leg with a sickening crack. With a cry, the Ewok dropped from its suddenly nerveless limb.
The next strike came higher up, snapping its thigh bone out of its leg.
A simple kick to the face sent jagged bits of teeth shooting out of mouths, down throats, and bolts of pain shooting through broken jaws.
The Ewoks slumped forward, collapsing and weeping, all nearly on the fringe of losing consciousness. Feral stepped back and lowered his massive hand, reaching out with it to grab the Ewoks around their throats with the crushing grip of the force, lifting the small creatures as if they were air, then hurled them across the ground into trees.
They felt more than one bone snap as they crashed into the trees and smashed into the ground, but their bodies were beginning to enter a state of shock and if he pushed, there was the real possibility these Ewoks would no longer feel any pain.
The Ewoks laid motionless in crumpled, contorted, twisted heaps. Blood and mucus from their noses, and blood from their mouths clogged their throats, forcing more than one coughing fit to rack their bodies as they thudded back and forth.
Feral heard, rather than felt, the grinding of the Ewoks' broken bones.
Knowing better than to fight back, several Ewoks stepped forward, instantly giving themselves up, just as their fellows staggered back in heaps, their hands automatically reaching for their throats as they were flung from their feet.
"What shall we do with them, lord Feral? There are still over one hundred billion Ewoks alive, even with our killings. We are close to gathering the initial forty billion, but there are still too many." A MagnaGuard approached him, speaking respectfully.
The Ewoks began to gag as their throats began to constrict in Feral's grip, their small bodies convulsing from the unbearable pressure mounting within.
"Gather another one hundred billion-that way only a manageable ten billion Ewoks are left in total. Increase the amount of Ewoks being turned into foodstuffs and food by forty thousand."
The only purpose that Feral could fathom was that of the blood thirst raging within him, a hatred that he would never wish to give up. He looked at the Ewoks just standing around and took up his light-saber, then boldly strode towards them.
Two Ewoks on the ground gave screams and cried out for nearly two minutes, the glowing blade ignited, and they died in a flash of killing light.
Feral stepped forward, mowing more down, left and right.
His thirst for blood and hatred was not sated.
He spotted another Ewok trying to run to the side, in front of the working area, others were carrying buckets of muddy water, and saw Woklings in the shadows of another nearby hut, staring at him with a fearful expression.
He pounced.
His blade flashed.
He lunged.
The Ewok mother screamed, and was impaled through the mouth.
Now all the nearby Ewoks gave into their fear, rushing out of every working place, many with weapons in hand, others dropping ladders or falling from them in their hast.
He leapt far, clearing one hut and coming down before another, his blade flashing even before he landed, even before the two dozen Ewoks recognized that he had jumped between them.
A third came at him, thrusting forth a knife, but Feral set up a wall of energy as solid as stone. Then he shoved out with his mind, and sent the Ewok, and those around it spearing back, hundreds of meters, smashing through the walls of other huts and exploding against trees in chunks of gore.
Feral ran, swiping off one Ewok's head before it could even turn to regard him, leaping, his blade spun wildly left and right in a blur, every stab and slash mowing twelve Ewoks down, sending them writhing on the ground, every cut and cleave putting pieces of Ewoks on the ground.
Soon none were standing against him, all trying to flee. He saw several groups rush into nearby huts, then glanced at a large tree trunk in the distance, and it flew to his call, soaring across the ground, smashing Ewoks to pieces and flying on.
Feral smashed it on the huts and nearby working area full of Ewoks, crushing and squashing them all.
The dark side propelled him, his strides enhanced, easily overcoming the fleeing creatures. He felt a surge of energy and strength beyond anything he had ever known, felt full of the dark side of the force, full of power, full of fury and blood lust.
And the more he cut, the more the power coursed and surged through him.
He marched through the ruins of the encampment and working areas, thousands and thousands of dead or dying Ewoks all about him, and only a few huts still standing.
He strode towards the one of the huts, and with a wave of his hand ripped it from the ground.
"Eeeep!" An Ewok shrilled at him.
Feral held it in place with the force, angling his blade.
"Manna manna." Feral chuckled, feeding the Ewok the ignited blade.
It convulsed once, gagging, and finally went still.
Feral tossed the corpse aside with the rest, listening to the pitiful thud it left behind.
It was no different from a leaf falling.
The Ewoks were no different from leaves being burned and battered.
Feral shook his head.
They were even more insignificant than leaves.
He grabbed another one, angling his blade sharply.
The last thing the Ewok remembered was darkness consuming it completely.
