Here is Primitive Male: Fidget's entry, written by my amazing husband JamesWhite074. Enjoy. 

The first thing Fidget noticed when he woke was the intense pounding in his skull. It felt like a thousand needles were burrowing their way through his brain. Before he had time to even open his eyes a vicious slap across the face sent him slamming against the rough stone behind him. His eyes popped open and harsh orange light burned a path straight to his brain. He blinked the tears away and saw the tall white demon walk away. He looked just like the ones who had slaughtered his village and white hot rage blazed through his veins against his will.

Taking a deep breath to calm himself, Fidget forced himself to focus on his sorroundings. He was standing in a large open area, bigger than any clearing he had ever seen, with dull brown sand and little else. In a large circle around him were nineteen other tall stone posts just like the one he was chained to. Each one had an alien figure chained with their arms above their heads just like him.

Directly in front of him was a large building that looked damaged and broken. A large door was opened in its side to reveal a mound of weapons and tools. Fidget could even see his spear and tool belt among the pile. Chained to the outside of the building were all manner of strange creatures but Fidget's eyes automatically locked on to one familar face out of all them.

"Skree!" He yelled with joy. "You're alive!" He felt tears prickle at the corner of his eyes and he let them. It didn't matter now anyway.

"Not for long!" Skree shouted back. "Get me out of here! Quick!"

Something about his comment brought back memories of all the times that Skree had found himself in trouble and expected Fidget to save him. Fidget smiled and looked upwards to see about freeing himself so he could rescue his friend once again. But before he could start on his chains, a loud horn echoes across the vast arena. Fidget turned his eyes far out across the arena to see dozens of large doors begin to slowly open.

Wild cheering caused Fidget's eyes to rise up to see thousands upon thousands of screaming aliens looking down at the helplessly bound prisoners. When the doors finally opened all the way a hush fell over the crowd. Everyone, spectator and victim both, waited in tense apprehension, staring into the dark shadows.

With a suddeness that caused the crowd to first scream and then cheer, the first monster lunged forward into the bright arena. It was massive, far bigger than any creature Fidget had ever seen. It had two long arms that ended in thick sharp claws. Its head was larger than Fidget's hut had been, with a cavernous mouth filled with serrated teeth built for tearing and rending flesh. Its thick brown flesh was liberally covered with angry red scars, proof of all the battles it had fought. The alien spectators began chanting one word over and over again... Rancor... Rancor... Rancor.

Fidget's blood froze in his viens. There was no way such a monster could exist but as it began to stalk closer the ground shook with every thunderous step. To each side of the beast more monsters emerged from each doorway and the crowd's cheers were deafening. Terror consumed Fidget and it took several moments before Skree's faint shouts penetrated.

"Behind you!" Skree screamed. "Fidget! Wake up! Duloks!"

The word Dulok was what snapped Fidget out of his fear. Duloks were an agressive race native to his homeworld of Endor's moon. Slighly taller than Ewoks with thick green fur and nasty tempers, Duloks hated Ewoks and regularly hunted them for food and sport. Every Ewok child had been taught about the Dulok Wars and how their people had been slaughtered.

Fidget twisted around to try to see but the stone pillar he was chained to was too wide. He redoubled his efforts to get free only to find that his hands slid easily from the cuffs around his wrists. He saw with amazement that his bonds were made for someone the size of the white demons not a much smaller Ewok. He laughed aloud, feeling as if his chances of surviving had just doubled, then he stepped around the stone pillar.

The sight of more than a dozen Duloks, all armed with spears, charging toward him brought all of his earlier fears crashing down upon him. On pure instinct, his body turned and dashed toward Skree and the meager protection the building offered while his mind was still silently screaming. As he ran he sensed others racing toward the shelter as well but Fidget never turned his eyes away from his path.

Fidget was not the first to make it to the pile of weapons but he was the only one no one noticed. They were all fighting and yelling at each other as he sprinted between their legs and around behind them. He grabbed his spear in one hand and the belt carrying his tools in the other and dashed back out for Skree. Sometime during his mindless dash for safety his mind had switched to pure survival mode. His carefully honed reflexes and instincts were in control as he tosed his spear to Skree while he fumbled in his tool belt for something to free him.

His hands came up with a handful of small bone shards that he immediately stuck in the small hole on the band around Skree's right hand. He twisted and pried, doing everything he could to open them. The sounds of fighting all around him kept distracting him and one by one the bone shards splintered and finally broke.

Frustrated, Fidget dug in his pouches again but a loud voice stopped him. He looked up to see a tall man with light green skin and dark hair holding a glowing red weapon raised high. Fidget fell backward as the man brought the weapon down, cutting through Skree's chains with a loud hiss. Skree shook his hands and brought his spear up defensively.

"No, Skree," Fidget said. "If he wanted to hurt us, he would have. We must work together to stay alive." Skree nodded shakily. Fidget turned back to the man to ask a question, forgetting that the man wouldn't understand him. But before he could ask, the man pushed a button on the weapon and the red light disappeared. He looked at the two of them and then to Fidget's surprise, he tosed the weapon to Fidget. Fidget had to drop his tools to catch it.

When he looked back up, the man was gone, rushing off toward a group fighting some kind of cat creature. Before he could get there, a young dark skinned woman with auburn brown hair was knocked down by the creature and her screams filled the air. One of the men in her group rushed forward to help but a backward swipe of the cat's claws sent him flying, blood gushing from four deep wounds marring his tanned skin covered in old scars.

"We should help the others." Skree's words tore Fidget's gaze from the brutal scene. They both turned to see the dozens of people still trapped out in the open. Fidget looked to them and then back toward the approaching Duloks. Mentally he figured that they could rescue one, maybe two, before the were overrun by the green furred beasts.

"I have an idea," Skree said. "Go help that big girl over there and I'll be back." Skree dashed off as Fidget turned to see just what girl he was talking about. His eyes landed on a creature twice his size, with strong arms and long golden brown fur. She was trying to pry a large chunk of metal off the side of the building.

Fidget hurried over to her, not knowing what to say or how to help. When he was only a couple steps away, she turned and snarled at him. Fidget threw his hands up and stopped dead, forgetting the weapon in his hand. Her bright blue eyes glared at it and then at him. On impulse he held it out to her. She snatched it out of his hand and studied it briefly.

Suddenly, a bright red beam hissed out from the weapon. The girl made a soft croon and her eyes got big with wonder. Fidget lowered his hands without realizing it. The girl looked so innocent, like a child. She turned back to the side of the building and used the red beam to slice off the chunk of metal she had been working on. It fell to the ground with a thump and she shut the beam off. She picked it up and began pressing buttons and after a few moments the metal thing came to life in her hands.

She squeeled in happiness and Fidget smiled to see her so excited. Angry snarls and growls quickly stole away the brief moment of joy. Fidget turned to find eighteen angry Duloks beginning to surround both him and the girl. He threw himself in front of her in a vain attempt to protect her. Even though the girl was twice his size, she still crouched down and tried to hide in his rather small shadow. With no weapon and no one to help him, Fidget still bravely stood his ground and waited for death to find him, to reunite him with his family and the bride he lost too soon.

"Hey, Swamp rats!" a voice yelled in Ewokese. All eyes looked up to the top of the strange building. Skree stood there with a strange black object in his hand. It took a moment for Fidget to reconize it and when he did, his mouth dropped and a grin spread across his face. Skree held a weapon just like the ones the white demons had used on their village. He pushed the button and beams of red light sprayed everywhere. Several of the Duloks were hit but most of them turned and ran. Skree continued to fire until the weapon ran dry.

Fidget turned to the girl and held out his hand to help her up. She rested her hand lightly in his as she rose to her full height. Skree slid down the wall of the building beside them with a big grin on his face. "That was fun," he said looking at Fidget. "What's next?"

Primitive Female: Ghramba

DROPPED OUT.

Speaking of,  wynterblack, Credence_Blake, Silvermask_ghost, Spiderstring:

I have not received entries for Keiji, Cobey, Mission, Ila, Trin, Virith and Zira. This is only Task one and with this many not handing in, I'm extremely disappointed. PM ME RIGHT AWAY if you need an extension. If not, YOU WILL ALL BE AUTOMATICALLY ELIMINATED FROM THE GAMES.