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| Wicket Binks? by Queen Karendala |
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The only noise to the untrained ear was the sound of birds in the trees. But Wicket could hear the high-pitched whine of the speederbikes in the distance. Ever since those machines invaded their home, death and destruction followed. Not only had they built that large structure with the bowl on the roof, but they constantly flew through the woods disrupting prey and predator alike.
His latest trap would surely catch a big prize and hopefully would not be triggered by the evil ones in the white shells. Putting the final touches on the trap, he stood back to admire it. The elders would probably chastise him for using a piece of meat too large. But Wicket thought that since all the creatures were more scattered, the bait needed to be bigger.
The elders... the little ewok sighed a heavy sigh. Part of the reason he was hoping to catch a big prey was so that he could get back in good graces with them. After several attempts to impress them, he actually was on the verge of banishment. That was definitely not the result he was aiming for. So, some of his ideas were a little different. Plus, the fact that he was clumsy did not help either. He had been staying out in the woods for longer periods of time lately, just to decrease the chances of angering one of the elders.
The thought of being out on his own terrified him. Especially with the evils ones in the forest. They shot fire, not rocks and arrows. Wicket still could not get the hang of those rock-slings. He was just glad the rocks were tiny and not heavy.
Wicket climbed up into a tree to watch the approaching evil ones. He was mostly curious about them, but also how close their path would be to his trap. The whining sounds were getting louder, but they were also accompanied by some other sounds.. of grinding metal and voices. It was strange, but he thought he heard some explosions as well. Something told him that this was different.
Looking down from a stable branch, he could see one of the riders was an evil white-shelled one, but the other rider on the speeder was cloaked in something the color of trees. The new rider fell off the speeder into the bushes and the evil one flew into a tree stump and exploded. How exciting! This must be a new creature! And one that destroyed and evil one! That would make it good. Perhaps there were more of these earth-colored creatures. Perhaps they could end the occupation of the evil ones on his home.
Maybe it would help his tribe get rid of the evil ones! The ewoks may be small, but they are warriors at heart. Although there are many of them, having an army would be grand.
He had to go investigate. Not only would it satisfy his curiosity, but perhaps this was the answer to his problem with the elders. If he could bring them a solution to the evil ones, they might even grant him an important spot in the tribe!
His plan was to take this new creature back to the tribe, granted it was nice. Then they could start plans to attack the evil ones... dare he dream that they would all be destroyed and they could go back to their idealistic lifestyle in the trees.
Quickly he slid down the tree and picked up his staff. He took a moment to breath and calm himself. He knew that this new creature could defeat an evil one, but he had to be sure it would not attack him. If he brought an evil one back to the village, that would the final straw for him for sure. He would be banished for life.... if he was lucky!
Slowly he walked through the brush and bushes, careful not to make too much noise. "Yub nub," he told himself, trying to hide his excitement. Soon he came upon the new creature. It lay still in the leaves. Its outer covering was soft and blended in nicely, He never did understand why the evil ones wore white. They stuck out in the brush, as if they were not even trying to hide.
The creature was different than the evil ones. Besides the colors, it seemed softer as well. And the face, he could see the face without taking off the outer shell. It had the same no-hair face that the evil ones had under their head-shells. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. He kinda had a bad feeling about it.
Wicket reached out with his staff and tapped it lightly...
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