It was a beautiful morning in the Worm Capital of Wouruscant; sadly, it
would the last many would see. Hospitals were filled to capacity by those
injured in the termite attack, many in their last hours of life.
Commander Dirt Wantilles stared out a window in the lonely corridors of one of these clinics, observing the devastation. They destroyed everything, he thought. Why? Why was so much leveled? And with the most advanced passive defense system in the galaxy! Grand Admiral Worm knew what he was doing, it could not be denied now. But all that was in the past, he had more important things to worry about, like Termite raids on Worm shipping, or the defense of other sectors. There was even talk of moving the government to Walderann; that would be Worm's next target.
"Captain, enemy ships in Sector 47."
"Watch them, A-1 move in to engage," ordered Captain Welleon from the bridge of the Wormeara. He watched as twenty V-Wings approached the Wormeara to be met by fifteen Termite Avengers, after fierce dog fighting, fourteen V-Wings made it through and unleashed a volley of concussion missiles into a Turbolaser battery, knocking out several guns.
The defending ship swung around and forced the V-Wings to virtually collide with the Avengers. Several V-Wings were knocked out before they could retreat.
Worm came up to the bridge to survey the damage. "Fourteen guns knocked out, three batteries with no power..."
Welleon grimaced. "When will the Revenge taskforce catch up?"
"In time, Captain, in time," replied Worm. "Assembling the fleet would cause too much attention to us."
"I see."
Dirt raced home in a borrowed Skua, the new craft was a whole lot faster than his W-Wing, and still had tough shields...but it wasn't the same. Dirt was greeted by Air Controllers and landed at a serviceable landing platform on Wouruscant.
Technicians removed the cameras from the Skua, and Dirt dashed to Admiral Wackbar and the Worm High Council.
I saw..." he gasped, ships...an entire taskforce..."
"How many ships?" Wackbar asked. Dirt scowled.
"Six Worm Destroyers, ten Wormnaughts, and an unknown cruiser." He had hit the mark.
"A new capital ship?"
"Yes, easily as big as a Scarab Battlecruiser." Big and black.
The shocked council was speechless. The "defunct:" Termite fleet was not capable of building such a ship, especially in secret. Weia broke the silence.
"Commander," she asked. "Do you know how Worm got past our shields?"
"No, but I saw something small and dark buzzing around. I couldn't get it on scanner, only visually. The meeting ended without a word. It was a few days later he learned the government had moved out of the palace and into a converted Worm Cruiser called the Shaman, headed for Walderann. The panic was real, the danger was real.
"All fighters in position?"
"Yes, sir." Welleon replied.
"Good," said Worm as he prepared to commence an attack on the Worm planet of Wamino. Four Banshee stealth corvettes darted out of the Wormeara's hangar on their way to strategic targets, including a Skua factory, and a Relay Station.
The Banshees ingresses toward their targets, unleashing lead rain on the Worm installations, huge explosions tore into the night sky. Red flashes engulfed the towns and villages on the planets, four W-Wings took off to engage the attackers, but were easily crushed by Termite Avengers; Worm saw all of this from the Wormeara.
"Fore batteries, target those warehouses!" he barked to the port crew pit. "We can catch some Worms on the ground." Within minutes both warehouses were rubble and the Wormeara departed for its next destination.
Commander Dirt Wantilles stared out a window in the lonely corridors of one of these clinics, observing the devastation. They destroyed everything, he thought. Why? Why was so much leveled? And with the most advanced passive defense system in the galaxy! Grand Admiral Worm knew what he was doing, it could not be denied now. But all that was in the past, he had more important things to worry about, like Termite raids on Worm shipping, or the defense of other sectors. There was even talk of moving the government to Walderann; that would be Worm's next target.
"Captain, enemy ships in Sector 47."
"Watch them, A-1 move in to engage," ordered Captain Welleon from the bridge of the Wormeara. He watched as twenty V-Wings approached the Wormeara to be met by fifteen Termite Avengers, after fierce dog fighting, fourteen V-Wings made it through and unleashed a volley of concussion missiles into a Turbolaser battery, knocking out several guns.
The defending ship swung around and forced the V-Wings to virtually collide with the Avengers. Several V-Wings were knocked out before they could retreat.
Worm came up to the bridge to survey the damage. "Fourteen guns knocked out, three batteries with no power..."
Welleon grimaced. "When will the Revenge taskforce catch up?"
"In time, Captain, in time," replied Worm. "Assembling the fleet would cause too much attention to us."
"I see."
Dirt raced home in a borrowed Skua, the new craft was a whole lot faster than his W-Wing, and still had tough shields...but it wasn't the same. Dirt was greeted by Air Controllers and landed at a serviceable landing platform on Wouruscant.
Technicians removed the cameras from the Skua, and Dirt dashed to Admiral Wackbar and the Worm High Council.
I saw..." he gasped, ships...an entire taskforce..."
"How many ships?" Wackbar asked. Dirt scowled.
"Six Worm Destroyers, ten Wormnaughts, and an unknown cruiser." He had hit the mark.
"A new capital ship?"
"Yes, easily as big as a Scarab Battlecruiser." Big and black.
The shocked council was speechless. The "defunct:" Termite fleet was not capable of building such a ship, especially in secret. Weia broke the silence.
"Commander," she asked. "Do you know how Worm got past our shields?"
"No, but I saw something small and dark buzzing around. I couldn't get it on scanner, only visually. The meeting ended without a word. It was a few days later he learned the government had moved out of the palace and into a converted Worm Cruiser called the Shaman, headed for Walderann. The panic was real, the danger was real.
"All fighters in position?"
"Yes, sir." Welleon replied.
"Good," said Worm as he prepared to commence an attack on the Worm planet of Wamino. Four Banshee stealth corvettes darted out of the Wormeara's hangar on their way to strategic targets, including a Skua factory, and a Relay Station.
The Banshees ingresses toward their targets, unleashing lead rain on the Worm installations, huge explosions tore into the night sky. Red flashes engulfed the towns and villages on the planets, four W-Wings took off to engage the attackers, but were easily crushed by Termite Avengers; Worm saw all of this from the Wormeara.
"Fore batteries, target those warehouses!" he barked to the port crew pit. "We can catch some Worms on the ground." Within minutes both warehouses were rubble and the Wormeara departed for its next destination.