As the impetuous young ewoks chased after Deven for a few hundred yards till they tired, older ones collected all the remaining blasters and mounts, dragging them all away for future use.

The pilot gaped in some surprise to see so few returning but wisely held his tongue when he saw Deven's face. taking off for the spaceport again, Deven settled into a seat to be bandaged by one of the surviving mercs, still thinking. He didn't want to go to Novak about this. Novak was certain to be upset. Rajek, now. Perhaps the droid would be slightly more amenable to loaning Deven a few of the better soldiers that Novak had under his command.

Glancing down at his damaged left arm, Deven realized he'd likely never wield a lightsaber with it again. Closing his eyes as the transport carried him away to safety, he was already considering his return trip. With any luck, he'd never even leave the planet. Oh, there was going to be a massacre of Ewoks, that was for certain. Endor would burn for this.

'Yea, hearken unto me oh beings of Endor! Today a great victory has been won for the riteous in my service have smitten the evil ones who came here to murder us all, before the demons fled in the giant metal insect. But the demons are not yet banished forever, and may return if your belief and faith in me is not most exceedingly great! You shall buildeth unto me a temple of exceeding height, that it overcometh even the very trees themselves, and upon this temple you shall create a great image of me, and under it you shall sacrafice any unbelievers and your first born to me. Thus I command! And you shall worship me greatly, for one day, the metal angels and I shall leave you. But while your faith remains strong, you shall be chosen of me and shall rule greatly. I commandeth that you shall go back to your homes, to your tribes, and tell them to worship me, or the metal insect shall visit pain unto them also, and those who would worship other gods than I, strike them with the edge of the sword and offer them up onto me. So go forth and worship me, build my temple and live in the way which I command.'

He stepped from the platform into his private Hut with a great cheer from the adoring crowd below, he picked up a gently roasting Ewok baby on a spit from a grill inside his personal apartment and crunched on it happily pausing to dip it occasionally in BBQ sauce, as he worked on re-attatching rhe B2s legs with components from the B1s. He looked at the paraphinalia, seeing the lightsaber and picking it up, dis-assembling it idly.

And below, some miles away in the forest, hundreds of Ewoks toiled, cutting blocks to masonry, felling trees and excavating a great rectangular hole in the ground, there was a temple being built. Elsewhere missionaries went to the tribes around about, teaching them of the Amphibian God with the great Hat and his Metal angels, those who welcomed his Gospel were welcomed into the religion, those who didnt suffered from maurauding bands of believers, but these, largely, were few.

"Give me the bad news already."

"You sure Ewoks did this to you?"

"Are you calling me a liar, you bantha dropping? It was blaster-armed Ewoks. And several battle-droids."

"Ah, well... yes sir. The bad news then."

Deven looked impatiently at the man surgeon who was part of the small, but efficient medical facility that was run by an independent operation on Endor, quite close to the starport where the shuttle hand landed. It had taken them a good two days to get out of the jungle and Deven was quite bent on revenge. Bent far enough to contact Rajek and request a complement of troops out of Novak's personal army, as well as a number of Druckenwell Defense Forces. It was outside his realm of asking, but Rajek, unamused by the apprentice, had granted the request. Let the apprentice deal with the issues. Rajek's own future was quite secure.

"We will have to remove the arm. Up to the elbow, I believe."

Deven nodded slightly, resigned. He had expected about as much when he'd arrived, his arm swollen and blackened from the damage. "Take it off then... but... don't put any of your second-rate implants on. I'm going to build my own. And then you'll put it on for me."

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It was two days after the operation. Deven had closeted himself in the small room he was renting in the starport's area. With him remained two of the most hardened mercenaries, men who'd acted as his extra hand when he needed. The prosthetic he now wore was practically better than an actual hand. The sleeve covered the long silvery tube of a lightclub. With this, he would become a feared Sith, or so he figured. The transport ship bearing his precious cargo was soon to arrive. For now, Deven simply paced the starport's enclosed walls. The pilot of the shuttle was still on retainer and was enjoying himself at least.

The starport's crew began unloading the crates to the area where Deven had ordered them taken to, which would ensure him some privacy. He'd promised Novak results and results he would get... he'd grab a few Ewoks for the Colicoids and kill the rest he came across.

Within the crate were six squads of B2 battle droids and a single squad of B3 battle droids. Despite the terrain, three squads of droidekas had been included. These were intended as Deven's light infantry group. The other crates contained the few, if heavy elements of Deven's attack force. There were six A-DSD (advanced dwarf spider droids) and a pair of NR-N99 Persuader-class droid enforcers. Looking at the small army amassed, Deven glanced off to the side where, under some shade, a group of the starport's workers were staring quite openly. Well, there wasn't much he could do.

Approaching them with a friendly enough look, Deven gestured towards his arm, which was tied around the lightclub and made it seem as if he had nothing for an arm.

"Ewoks seem to have gone crazy the last few days. Some friends and I were out exploring and they ambushed us. Killed most of my party and took others hostage. I'm going in to see if I can save them."

Deven himself was riding atop one of the NR-N99 enforcers and his group had camped perhaps two days out from the starport. Instead of walking into an Ewok trap, Deven fully intended for the Ewoks to come to him. He was more than willing to let them assault him now that he had better soldiers on his side. Laying back and looking up at the stars, Deven prepared for a relatively quiet night, unknowing that the New Republic had landed their own troops.

'Yub yub, Cheewnawunga eeeba ifa chaka wunga cha Malaki!'

He said standing fearlessly before the giant machine, roughly translated what he said meant 'Stop there now metal demon, for I stand before you, and I lead a band of the chosen of the great God Malaki!' a warbling came from the undergrowth and trees, as his three dozen warriors made their warchant, various weapons and primative traps being aimed at the droids and at Deven.

Translating his own words (via the use of a speaking box), was a bit slower, but it worked just as well.

"Warrior of Malaki, you have been deceived by a false god. I have come to show you the truth. Malaki has metal demons. I have metal demons. I wield an arm of the purest light, yet he does not. If he will prove his true godhood, then let him come before me and I will fight him man to man so that only one may be a true god."

Well, it wasn't the best, but it would get Deven what he wanted, that much was relatively guaranteed.

A pair of ewoks glided out of the trees, dropping rocks down onto the battle droids. Preprepared logs began to roll down a small hillock towards a large group of battle droids, the other ewoks firing arrows towards Deven and the droids, keeping in cover and moving quickly to circumvent any counterattack.

A dozen Ewoks ran forward brandishing knives and spears and set about climbing up the NR-99s (since their jungle manouvreability was limited) and prodding their spears and knives into any exposed circuitry.

The logs could have been quite problematic except for two things, the first being the A-DSD droids, who unloaded on the trap with their heavy blaster cannons. Deven, who had hopped down from his perch, assuming correctly that Ewoks would use arrows, pushed out through the Force, not even choosing to draw his lightsaber, at the logs that rumbled down towards his troops. He did not need to stop them, only slow them up enough so that when the A-DSD fired upon them, the logs rapidly became splinters. The B2 droids who made up the bulk of his forces were raking the areas with fire that was to stun and not kill. Staying near the NR-N99s, which were the backbone of this operation, it was Deven (with the Force) and the mercenaries who kept the larger droids safe from saboteur Ewoks.

"Are you out of your bloody minds?! Do you have any idea what in the name of the Force is going on here? If you're going to shoot at us, get us the hell out of here before the entire tribe descends on this location. For the love of the Force, bring a few of the stunned Ewoks for interrogation. There's more going on here than meets the eye."

Motioning to the pair of mercs to throw down the weapons, Deven waved his arm over his head at the gunship, trying to flag it down. This venture had turned into a nightmare. Next time, he was going to try to select a better planet with less New Republic presence. Next time, he was going to bring more droids. And he still had to fully repair his new arm. Not having a hand was turning into a pain in the rear.

A flaming Ewok ran towards Deven screaming and wailing in pain, contorting and falling over close to him, 'AIIIIIIIIIiiiiouughghhggh' he gave a final gargle and scream before he fell with a wet thud next to Deven. Another Ewok following his screaming brother a few paces behind gave a wail of misery as he died, seeing their devil, Deven he cast his spear with all his might towards the Sith's belly before drawing his tomahawk and charging the Sith with his warcry.