"#%#@ those Worms!" cursed Captain Welleon when the battle report came in. The Termite Empire did not have the bottomless pit of warships and crew it once had. Grand Admiral Worm just sat in his command chair gazing out into the stars. He was perfectly calm, and then he broke the silence. "This isn't a disaster, Captain," he said. "Losing one Wormnaught is hardly a cause for concern." "But Sir, our ability to build new ships is almost gone," said Welleon. "Captain, soon we will have all the ships we need, an entire fleet ripe for the picking." "Sir?" Welleon replied puzzled. "What do you mean?" he asked his superior. Worm smirked. "What I mean Captain, is the Watana fleet." "The Watana fleet?" Welleon's mouth hung in disbelief. For over sixty years, even before the rise of the Termite Empire, the baffling demise of the fleet had bewildered historians. But no one had ever found it, although many had tried. But Grand Admirals had a knack for doing the impossible. "Yes Captain, the Watana fleet. Imagine the things we could do with two hundred Wormnaughts." He was right, with a mere sixteen Worm Destroyers and about five dozen Wormnaught-Bs; the Termite Fleet needed the ships. "But Sir-," Worm cut him off. "Yes Captain, Intelligence is closing in on the ships location. And we know of the smuggler who can finish the puzzle for us." The officers of the Wormeara looked on with curiosity. The Watana fleet was legendary after all. An enigma of time. Worm turned to the Navigation Officer, "Lieutenant, prepare a course for a jump to Wikr." Moments later the Wormeara entered lightspeed.

The Assault Shuttle Wild Warrde had just entered realspace just outside the gravity well of the planet Wikr. Home. "Switch propulsion to repulsor lifts, Waves, power down Quad Guns, let's get a move on!" Captain Walon Warrde looked down to his home-planet of Wikr, as his co-pilot Whent nursed the ship down through the atmosphere of the planet to a "nice, soft" landing at a clearing in the dense forest. Home Base. As Waves powered down the rest of the ship's systems Warrde stepped out. After unpacking their supplies, the crew of the Wild Warrde set out on putting a few homely touches to their empty base. The ship stood like a Colossus in a sea of green. Warrde let out a sigh, they had just delivered an order of illegal narcotics and no new jobs came. He turned on a sensor screen to check for Termite watchdogs in the area. Then a big blip appeared on a screen.