fuzzy_ewok

((Bud, I'm just going to say right now to avoid future arguments and disputes that won't work. You've been presented with a checked & certified situation and now you have to deal with it in an IC fashion or I will be in the right to legally kill you.))

The X-Wing of WIcked Wolly Willet, the self proclaimed Angel of Death and unholy scourge, personification of the darkside's terror, hatred, destruction, and penchant for chaos- also a 3 foot furry, fuzzy ewok with luminous brown eyes, emerges from hyperspace over Dagobah. Behind him is a crate of Sith skulls, taken from Korriban, their latent Darkside energies sufficient to cancel out his presence against the incredible mass of Jedi collected at Dagobah and their lightside powers. Niether a null field in the force, nor a detectable presence in it as well, Willet remains sensable only by convnetional means. Though insane, Willet learned well the theories and principles of the Darkside, much like Palpatine's efforts to hide himself from the council in ages past. To hell with convention though... Willet's course of action and subsequent plan remains anything but conventional. Grinning with his white fangs, the little Ewok takes his ship into a low sharp dive, skimming down through the atmosphere and coming out over the swampland of Dagobah. Based on reports of the bounty hunter incident with the Hutts, as well as scaring to the forest from the fire caused by an exploding vien of swamp gas, Willet, combined with his own sensors on the X-Wing, is able to determine the exact location of the Jedi in their hide away. The hatch of the X Wing pops open at a hight of about 100 yds. above the encampment. Willet opens a crate and produces one of the grinning skulls. He holds it aloft, staring into its eyeless black sockets, seeing a faint red glow inside. Grinning, he chucks it out, followed by several more as he trips out the large crate, using his battle axe as a lever. 499 skulls fall in a variable pattern in a one mile radius around the Jedi camp. They land, undetected by the force, shielded by their darkside nature. One falls and brains Master Prophet on the head, toppling off and landing at his feet, staring up at him and grinning as 6 more fall around him. Another lands inbetween Tares and Darla, the skull being an omen of ill fate and death, softly sinking halfway into the swamp. Another couple land by Hou Jo and-Impede, bouncing around on the ground by them. Vrean and Adi wan are assailed by a barage of 5 skulls, and Wookie Jedi is stunned by one as it falls and smacks hard into his shoulder, the ivory skull rolling away and nestling into a tree root. One lands in front of Keerow and Cafall. The vornskr sniffs and starts growling, immediately sensing danger from the harmless looking, but maliciously grinning object. Ran, Ryoo, and Raul can all see the skulls nestled in the trees above them and in the swamp around them. Sayn and Kitt are almost hit and one barely misses Mes. Scores of skulls scatter away from the Jedi encampment into the swamp surrounding it, undetected and undetectable by the light side of the force. All 499 fell on the Jedi, and Willet felt fine. The darkside energies washed over the group, harmless in their own right, but a precurisor to a greater danger. As if he'd never been, leaving only the skulls as his passage, delivering his warning to the Jedi, the Ewok pulls up and away, grinning insanely and frothing at the mouth, thinking thermonuclear thoughts.

((Don't worry. A planetary atmosphere is something that only requires mass and certain trace elements to exist, and though it would be spare, simple gravitational mechanics would re-establish the atmosphere in due time (Not to mention the will of a few hundred or so Sith spirits). Since Yavin IV was brought back, it is a fair assumption that most of the planetary/system wide damage to a planet's geology/physical features would be restored- though the damage to the existing buildings would remain. If not, a simple sensor reading before exiting would indicate the need for a suit, which would be implied for the course of actions to progress))

The X-Wing of "Wicked" Wolly Willet, bearing the words Club Club Heh Heh, painted in blood on its side, touches down in the ruined planet of Korriban, abandoned by all since the devistating Bug war. Of course Willet didn't know this. Of course Willet also knew of one other thing that would remain, immaterial, but potent, and full of a hate on par with his own. The ruins were near absolute of the once glorious Valley of the Sith, but monolith's still remained partially upright, and caves full of hidden barrows endured beneath the rubble. Near absolute, but not entirely. It was for the last that the insane, demented Ewok made, carrying with him the tools he would need for the excavation. Despite the insanity he possesed, the great delusions he carried, and the reason choked by his overwhelming hate, Willet still had his cunning, keen intelligence from the days before he went mad, perhaps made even more so by his lack of restraints and morals. It was with this, he began excavating graves and barrows of the Sith, his muttered ramblings making pleas to them as he retrieved the objects he sought from each of the ruined resting places. The Darkside wieghed heavily, and looked on with interest, and perhaps even malice. Willet did not care. he welcomed it, even fed off it it. From that, perhaps the Darkside would approve, for Willet encountered no opposition from those he called kin in spirit. Holding aloft one of his quaries, feeling the raw darkside energy latent in the skull, the fuzzy ewok shouted aloft. "Yub! Yub! Mwahahahahahaha! " [Translation: Alas poor Jedi, I shall have known you well! Mwahahahahahaha! ] With that, the Ewok began polishing the skulls and fixing them to his own designs, taking pride in the concealing nature of the darkside, still hidden with in the bones, and the effects they would have, all 500... er... 499 of them. His exhaustive labors done, Willet returns to the cockpit of his X-Wing, promising to replace the bones the Sith had given them, with those of their hated foes, so their souls would remain trapped in the hatred of the darkside forever. The blood smeared X-Wing takes back off into space, the Ewok's laughter trailing behind as the cockpit is sealed and it blasts off the ground. With a flash, the ship is gone, vanished into the hyperspace, a slaughter planned on the far end when it emerges.

An X Wing lands in a small clearing on the world of Kashyyyk and a wearing, blood stained Ewok exits. Using a survival pack he makes a make shift tent and sets up, somehow feeling the first pangs of comfort in a forest like surrounding. Unbidden, memories of Endor come back to him. A slow smile comes back to him, followed by the thoughts of what he'll do to the Jedi. The smile breaks into a maniacal grin. Laughing himself to sleep, Willet dreams of his home. A wife, two cubs, and a small hut in the forest. Happiness... A series of images blur in his head.... a loud crashing... fires.... destruction coming from the sky... white skull like masks... anger... a voice in his mind, not his own telling him to kill... Waking up, Willet shakes his head. Unable to sleep, he goes out and clubs a family of Wookies after stunning them, scalps them, and turns their hides into blankets. Using these he tries sleeping again. His fevered brain refuses to let him rest, but at least he's more comfortable now.

((I'll just say I got killed so I can get on posting now that three days have passed. I don't think I can really do much with a broken spine anyways)) Fuzzy Ewok takes off in his stolen X-Wing again, leaving a message written in moldy entrails that can be read from overpassing ships. I'll be back, probably with a bigger knife, gun, axe, or thermal nuclear explosive.

A weak "Yub! Yub?", barely audible is heard. [Translastion: I still live! I can't feel my legs, move my arms, or... is that part of my spine?] Refusing to give up, the forgotten Ewok drags himself with his broken fangs, clamping them into the floor, over to the pile of weapons and using his tongue, sets a blaster onto overload. Focusing hard on the force, the Ewok tries to throw the blaster, which should explode with the force of a grenade as the blaster gas ignites. Slowly at first the blaster shakes, then slowly it slides across the floor right behind John. A low chuckles escapes the Ewok's lips as the thing blows up with great force behind him, throwing him into a wall where the sound of broken bones can be heard and setting his clothes on fire in a raging inferno.

Willet yells out in pain and falls into the cache of weapons. Willet quickly takes a serated knife and lightsaber. Before Kenshin lands, he throws the barbed weapon and buries it in the apprentice's stomach. With a snap hiss, the lightsaber activates and the Ewok, with blood dribbling slowly rises up to meet his victims.

Willet recovers and walks over to the weapons. He grabs a BlasTech E-11 Blaster rifle and takes off the safety, cocking it. Spinning around with a mad glint in his eye, the Ewok begins firing on the other Sith in training, forcing them away from the other weapons and nailing the armed Kenshin in his right shoulder, causing him to drop the sword. As he fires, a high pitched, insane, and maniacal laughter fills the bloodstained room.

Furiously, Willet scrambles for the body, but is crowded out by the others. Before he can get to the feast, Zar explodes the corpse. "Yub! Yub!" [Translation: Oh glorious days! A lovely crimson shower! Ah truely this is a great occasion.] Suddenly realizing that he didn't get anything to eat, Willet's tummy growls. A rage builds up in the Ewok's system at Zar for destroying his meal, but realizing that attacking him would be death and then some, the ewok instead eyes his blood stained brothers in training with a lick of the lips. Foaming slightly at the mouth, he charges Kenshin, aiming to take a savage chunk of blood stained flesh off his leg with his bare teeth. Willet slips on the now wet floor as he runs and with a *THUD*, crashes into a wall that seems to be weeping blood from it's chisled stone surface. " "

Willet starts dancing happily, salvating at the thought of the massive blood letting that was about to commence.

"Huta?" Willet looks down at his vanished and disintigrated battle axe. " " Very, very angry, Willet smashes his fist down on a rock, arbitrarily directing his rage at the stone. Even before his fist hits, he feels something push hard on the rock and cause small hairline cracks to occur. His fist comes down and shatters the stone. " " Amazed and awed Willet thinks about his axe and tries to smash another rock in a similar manner and almost ends up breaking his paw... " " ... and then his foot when he tries kicking the stupid thing out of fustration. The curious and furry Ewok espies the two Sith departing into the tombs. Knowing it foolish, Willet carefully pads behind them, hoping their focus will be locked on each other. Passing the rotting corpses of ancient Sith, Willet wonders whether he is nausiated by the smell, or hungry for jerky, but continues on. The sense of cold fear and dark power grows on him. In the far distance his puppy dog eyes make out the two Sith and a small reflective fleck of green pottery. Briefly rational, Willet wonders what on Endor is in that urn.

Willet sits down patiently and begins sharping his razor fine axe even more. As he does, his mind wanders to the fabled killing fields of Dantooine and a small U creases his space as he happily thinks of emulating such greatness.

An X Wing with the words "Yub Yub Commander!" written in blood at the sides lands at the Shadow Academy of Korriban. Out hops the cute, cuddly and homocidal figure of Wooly Willet. The fuzzy Ewok approaches the academy warily. The compulsion and drive for power may have made him suicidally reckless, but some instinctive nature causes his padded feet to take cautious steps. He was aware of a small bit of fear growing in the back of his mind. Finally summoning the nerve and drawing his anger into self determination, Willet marches in and makes a bold speech. "Yub! Yub!" He pauses then continues. "Huta?" [Translation: My name is Wooly Willet, an Ewok from the forest moon. I blame the deaths of my family on the actions of the Republic and their Jedi leader Luke Skywalker. I have pledged my existance to aquire the power and skills to purge their accursed order from the galaxy and sate my appitite for revenge. I will say now I will let nothing stand in my way- principles, morals, or weaker life forms, from obtaining my revenge. (Pause) I will work hard to learn your ways and to gain the power of the darkside and I will become the Angel of Death that sweeps through the heavens and reign terror and night upon my enemies. Will you have me?]

The Ewok feels the cut into both arms, but smiles that his armor actually prevented any serious damage such as the loss of a limb. Willet uses his good aim with his sling to bank a stone off the wall and crash it hard into Anakin's head, causing him to tumble to the floor- hard and fall flat on his face, breaking his nose and causing several teeth to fall to the ground. Sore and bleeding himself, Willet leaps onto Anakin's back and savagely bites into the back of his neck, tearing into the jugular viens on both sides to cause massive blood loss as he loses what amounts to almost a pint and a half and more of his life's blood, his claws sinking deep into the apprentace's flesh. The fuzzy Ewok drinks deeply of the delicious juice that flows forth, savoring the taste as much as the sense of impending death.

"Yub! Yub!" [Translation: I wish to have the powers of the dark side at my command so I may make the skies weep with blood and the earth groan with the wieght of the dead as I, the Angel of Death sweep through the heavens. I wish to prove myself by killing your padawan and eating him as a afternoon snack.] Unprovoked, the Ewok nails Anakin Malfoy square in the neck with a shot from his sling, causing him to choak and splutter, then charges at him with his battle axe raised to land a killing blow.

Waking up and bleeding, Willet feels the blood dripping down his forehead and falling to the floor. He sees the bloody rocks and the foam flecked pool where he was lying, senses the throbbing pain in his skull, and concludes that it was raining blood. Smiling happily Willet begins to savagely lick up the spilled blood, oblivious to the fact it was his own. A sudden image fills his mind and a single name escapes his lips. "Freedon Nadd?" Willet mouths. Hefting his stained axe, Willet heads further in, drawn to a figure in the darkness. His senses pick up a strong feeling. Anger, hate. The force? Curiously the little ewok pads closer, coming into sight of the one he envisioned.

"Yub! Yub!" [Translation: Very well then. We shall fight.] Instead of reaching for a weapon, Willet's fist darts forward unexpectedly and nails johnskywalker hard- in the crotch, causing him to double over painfully. At that point a hard blow from the other fist crashes down on john's head, causing him to fall unconscious to the ground with a loud thump. "Yub! Yub!" [Translation: The moral of this story, suprise is sometimes the best weapon of all. Now, I'm getting hungry...] Willet reaches over. Being a good guest, he doesn't bite john, but starts nibbling on Evan Blacksun's severed leg, taking a seat on the ground. Tearing through small chunks of flesh with his sharp white teeth, he finishes the meal and wraps the leg up for latter. Collecting his weapons, he sits down to wait, realizing knocking john out may not have been the best thing to do. Two furry ears prick up. " " A sense of anger and hate manifests itself from the catacombs. A small grip of fear takes him, but the Ewok's nose twitches. Power. The power to kill. The power to end life lay down there. A twisted smile spreads across the blood stained teeth as the maniacally laughing Ewok heads into the catacombs to seek out the one who would train him in the dark arts.

"Yub! Yub!" [Translation: I can sense a persons general attitudes, though I cannot read minds. They are for eating, not reading anyways, but if it is a skill that will aid my planned holocaust on Sullust, then so be it.] Willet eyes the floating stones warily, remembering how that tricky Skywalker used the force to compel his people into following him. A cold pang of fear quickly passes by a towering. Focusing on the anger and driving compulsion to kill the Jedi and feast on their broken bodies, Willet bends his malice towards the stones. For a brief moment something stirs. A tiny sense of movement is seen. Willet feels as if his anger has grabbed onto something substantial. Squeezing the stone like the neck of a newborn, Willet focuses hard, harder than anything he's done in his life. Raising it up unsteadily, the fuzzy Ewok sends the stone into the air a precious, hard fought inch. A jpy and elation of power sweeps over him. The stone plumets down as his concentration breaks. " " Willer immediately stops doing his Snoopy like happy dance and starts jumping up and down cursing.

"Yub! Yub!" [Translation: If you want me to disarm, just say so. And I can sense what you're thinking. I have rabies. I gave them to the Jedi I bit. I am a progenator and will not die even as I cause others to die painfully, frothing at the mouth. If you eat me you will regret it.] Willet draws his huge battle axe and puts it down, followed by the primative sling he used to knock Mathis out cold. Sighing, he even puts down the severed leg of Evan Blacksun which he planned to use to club future enemies to death. "Wacha?" [Translation: Now can you give me the power to draw the cold unmerciful viel of death over the accursed Jedi and send their doomed souls down into the utmost burning nether regions of hell to roast painfully for all time?]

Curiously the ewok puts its paw up to the saber and pulls back instantly as his fur is slightly burned on the end of his paw. "Oooh. Yub! Yub!" [Translation: Ooh. Firey red glow stick. I wonder if I could cook you and eat you with it.] Willet licks his lips then remembers his purpose. Thinking hard, he screams out the following sentence in common. "Hate Jedi. Power! Want power! Kill Jedi! Kill Jedi! Hate! Hate! Hate!" As he speaks he shows the severed leg of Evan Blacksun which he cut off in the Jedi Training Facility on Sullust. The little furball hops up and down, screaming again. "Jedi leg! Cut it off! Want head! Kill Jedi! Kill Jedi! Cut off head! Need power! Kill Jedi!" Willet stops jumping and waving the severed leg, then flashes two large puppy dog eyes.

An X Wing with the words "Yub Yub Commander!" written on the side in dried blood emerges from hyperspace over Aracoun Morion. Since the shields have been down for some time, the X Wing flies in to land. As he does the shields ominously spring up behind him. The ship lands and the occupant climbs out, standing around the ruined landscape. "?" Cautiously, the Ewok begins its journy into the darkness of the catacombs.

Real Name: Willet Woolly Aliases: Wicked Willet Gender: Male Species: EWOK Origination: Endor Aligment: Sith Clothing: Ewok clothes Weapons: Sling, staff, 3 foot battle axe. Carries: Weapons, scalps of his many fallen enemies. Possessions: A stolen X Wing with "Yub Yub Commander" written on the side in blood.