Aeotheran Ewoks

Macron sat relaxing in the tent camp on Antei. His mind drifted back to a recent excursion before the War as he noticed the Ewoks celebrating nearby…. How he hated the little furry bastards so.

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“Did you get them?” asked Malisane as Macron stepped from the troop carrier on Aeotheran. He had been away for some time, on a hunt with the Herald on the icy plains of frozen Ilum. Mononoke triggered the helm release on his armor as he bowed.

“Sure did, Aedile. The toxin darts worked beautifully. They are in hibernation right now,” the Tribune replied with a knowing smile that twisted the tattoos on his face. Scenes of helpless twitching teddy bears in a cargo hold flashed through his head.

“All of them?” queried the Aedile with a knowing grin. They both guffawed. De Ath proceeded to examine the ship’s cargo registry out of old military habit. Macron drank some water, enjoying the non-recycled taste of water from the planet.

“Well auhhh, no not exactly. I had to… examine a few,” muttered Macron slyly. “There should be more than enough genetic stock to grow our own. Sorry mate. I couldn’t resist. I shot a few with the mag-caster for pelts, too. Here man, I have an ewok hide set of slippers for you. The kinetic projectiles are much cleaner and don’t scorch so much.”

The two Coruscanti laughed as they set out.

 It was fun to hurt ewoks, and both darksiders found their helpless plight amusing. The filth had been the end of the second Death Star, after all. Malisane admired them, but bore them no great love as an ex-Imperial. Macron hated them, considering the species to be nothing more than a source of raw fur and biomass.

Soon, Macron was hard at work defining the structure of the Ewok physique in his lab facilities in orbit about Orian. The silence of the Miner’s Brother was needed for his gruesome work to come to full fruition. Only in the loneliness of space could the Sith find some relief from the chattering voices that distracted him from his vital work.

He consulted several ancient texts, and extracted the most brutal of enhancement processes. In particular, the work of Exar Kun with the Massassi was of great use. The ancient texts described the manner of creating a Sith-spawned beast. Even the data contained on armor from the Clan Naga Sadow Holocron of Antar IV was of use.

 Over the next few weeks, the Sithspawned ewoks began to take shape in the Spaarti cylinders. Evil fluids bubbled through their veins, strange radiations bathed them, and surgeries were performed. Many died, but enough of the subjects lived to begin the cultivation process. Mononoke carefully grew the ewok culture and made it multiply, feeding and monitoring them every day.

The new mutants were larger, had deep black fur, red eyes, claws, fangs, increased strength and a nasty attitude. Macron was able to strengthen the tissue of their skin, adding a natural leather-like armor to their makeup. He also gave them a hungry lust for raw, quivering flesh.

 Mononoke signaled the Aeotheran surface with his comset.

“Malisane, this is Macron. Come in,” he requested.

“I read you clearly. Are they done?” replied De Ath.

“Indeed. The vermin are ready for your training and indoctrination. Watch out, they are mean little bastards,” giggled the alchemist. “And quite hungry too.”

“Excellent. I’ll send a security detail to pick them up shortly,” said Malisane.

A month later

Macron studied the Aedile curiously as the Warrior manipulated controls of the Deathshead. "I wish you'd knock of the mystery my friend," the Tribune said with a frown, "where are we going?"
"It's a surprise," Malisane replied, "you asked what progress I'd made with our pets. I think you deserve a demonstration."
Macron nodded. "Who knows about this?" he asked.
"No-one really," Malisane replied with a shrug, "like your research, what I have set up has been done in secrecy. The Clan Summit thinks I've been operating on Envoy business, and the Society knows nothing of it. I've managed to adjust the construction figures for the new Envoy Headquarters on Lyspair to give me a little extra funds left over for this, mostly under fees and miscellaneous overheads."
"You took a risk," the Tribune said with a grin.
"I know," Malisane replied calmly, "it will be worth it."

An alarm sounded in the cockpit. "We're about to arrive Macron," the Aedile said calmly as he engaged the sub light engines and the ship left hyperspace.
Macron studied the jungle world in front of him. "We've been here before," he said, memories returning to him.
"Indeed," Malisane replied with a grim smile, "my birthplace, the planet Kangaras. A perfect location for our little project."
"Aeotheran or Sepros would have been suitable." Macron pointed out.
"They are also right under the nose of the Clan Summit or our Quaestor," Malisane replied, "I don't want anyone to know about our pets until the official unveiling when we are ready."

Macron studied the display. "We've got company," he announced, "Two Lambda shuttles on an intercept course."
Malisane nodded, "Right on time," he replied, "I programmed them to arrive her before us."
Macron closed his eyes. "That's not our pets on them," Macron said reaching out with the force, "they're humans, troopers by the feel of it, and not ours."
"Indeed," Malisane replied, "I think it's time we made planet fall."

The Deathshead entered Kangaras atmosphere followed by the shuttles. Macron studied the display, "Still mass life forms down there. No electronics or civilizations, though I am picking up structures to the Southeast, a primitive village in the treetops."
Malisane nodded. "They built themselves somewhere to live, I guess old habits remain."
Macron looked out of the view screen to the right. He could make out a tall ancient structure on a cliff top, a large black castle. He had led an attack on it, fought inside it, and won. "Usharak Keep." he said the name rearing from his memory.

"Indeed," Malisane said watching it, "my birthplace according to what my father told me, you guys have Kuroshin Castle, I guess with Severak gone for good you could say that's my legacy."
"Have you been in there again?" Macron asked.
Malisane shook his head. "Not yet, it doesn't feel right. Maybe one day." he said distantly.
"Are we headed there or the village?"
"Neither," Malisane replied, "We need to release our cargo."

Malisane found the clearing he was looking for, a patch of solid clear ground, and hovered a hundred meters up. The two Lamda shuttles slowly landed next to each other. "Time to wake them up, a strong stimulant in the air should do the trick," he said pressing a few buttons, "then I'll release a less pleasant gas to flush them out."
The Tribune watched curiously as the ramps on the two shuttles lowered and a stream of troopers staggered out into the fresh air gasping for breath. There were about fifty of them. The ramp closed behind them and the shuttles lifted off and began to fly towards the southeast.
"Taldryan troopers," Macron said with interest as he zoomed in on them.
Malisane nodded. "A few of the prisoners I managed to squirrel away from the airbase I captured on Antei. They're officially dead." He clicked a button to open the Deathshead cargo hatch and two boxes slowly fell to the ground, breaking open on impact. Blaster rifles burst out and the troopers scrambled over them, arming themselves.

Macron watched curiously as Malisane switched on the loudspeakers broadcasting into the clearing. "You are being released. You have weapons. The two shuttles will land five miles southeast of your location and you are free to take them. Good luck."
The two Sith watched as the troopers scurried off into the jungle. "What happens now?" Macron asked"
Malisane smiled. "The Ewok scouts should detect them soon. Then the hunting begins."