"And there were no casualties?"
"No sir" Captain Welleon said for the third time.
"Interesting" remarked Worm, "Inform Wanzanar that I would like an additional fifty mercenaries and to extend the enlistments of those we already have."
"Yes sir."
"And," Worm added. "Bring in the smuggler for questioning."
A few minutes later Worm, Welleon, and Warrde were all in an interrogation room, a cross-examination that could decide the galaxy's future.
Warrde was brought in, flanked by a pair of Termite Troopers. He looked frail, stun weapons are not a source of fun for the attacked.
"Where is the Watana fleet?" Welleon demanded.
"What's in it for me?" Warrde smugly replied.
"YOU ARE NOT THE ONE ASKING QUESTIONS WORM! I AM! Worm frowned.
Captain, this is a business deal, nothing more."
"Sir?"
"Allow me."
The Grand Admiral stared Warrde straight into the eye, as to read his thoughts.
"Where is the Watana fleet," he demanded. Warrde again replied.
"What's in it for me?" Worm smiled.
"Money Mr. Warrde, lots of money."
"What kind of money?"
"Give us the location of the fleet," Worm paused.
"And for every ship we salvage I will pay you one-hundred thousand Termite Credits. Think about it, ten million credits and all, you can buy a lot of equipment for that much." Warrde frowned.
"Your money ain't worth nothin'."
"How about a Termite Interceptor or an Assault Shuttle?"
"No."
"Let him go, his ship should be ready by now."
As Warrde left the room, he failed to notice that a Wormy hand had grabbed a datacard from his pocket.
On board his flagship the Devil's Spear Emperor Wanzanar, a tall strong Scarab plotted his next move on the chessboard that is galactic politics. He had a fleet rivaling the Empire, maybe it would be time to.
"I think it is time to re-consider our little alliance with Worm, he announced at a Scarab Command Council meeting. His courtiers were astonished.
"My lord."
"DON"T QUESTION ME $#(^#! He barked.
"I DO NOT TOLERATE DISSENT!"
The courtier never felt a thing.
As Warrde sat on his chair on the bridge of the Wild Warrde, he pondered what he would do next. The Empire was not a good business partner. He turned to his copilot, Waves.
"Maybe selling the Wormnaughts to the Worm Republic might be more profitable in the long run, they are always on the lookout for capital ships."
"You really think that's wise, Sir?"
"Set course for Wouruscant, stand-by for lightspeed."
A few hours later Warrde was in the chamber of the Worm High Council, presenting his case.
"How do we know this isn't a trap?" asked one councilor.
"It is not."
Won Wothma stepped in.
"I'm sorry Warrde, we really need proof."
"Proof? I'll give you proof!" Warrde grabbed into his pocked.and found nothing.
"Huh?"
"Something wrong," inquired Councilor Weia. "You look disturbed."
"I had a datacard," Warrde replied. "With the fleet's coordinates, it must have been stolen when I met with Grand Admiral Worm."
"A grand admiral?"
"Yes."
"That explains a lot," Weia remarked. "Like the Welmin taskforce we lost two weeks ago, and the Waboo attack."
All was silent; after a close vote, the council decided to send Worm Squadron and a Worm Frigate to investigate.
"No sir" Captain Welleon said for the third time.
"Interesting" remarked Worm, "Inform Wanzanar that I would like an additional fifty mercenaries and to extend the enlistments of those we already have."
"Yes sir."
"And," Worm added. "Bring in the smuggler for questioning."
A few minutes later Worm, Welleon, and Warrde were all in an interrogation room, a cross-examination that could decide the galaxy's future.
Warrde was brought in, flanked by a pair of Termite Troopers. He looked frail, stun weapons are not a source of fun for the attacked.
"Where is the Watana fleet?" Welleon demanded.
"What's in it for me?" Warrde smugly replied.
"YOU ARE NOT THE ONE ASKING QUESTIONS WORM! I AM! Worm frowned.
Captain, this is a business deal, nothing more."
"Sir?"
"Allow me."
The Grand Admiral stared Warrde straight into the eye, as to read his thoughts.
"Where is the Watana fleet," he demanded. Warrde again replied.
"What's in it for me?" Worm smiled.
"Money Mr. Warrde, lots of money."
"What kind of money?"
"Give us the location of the fleet," Worm paused.
"And for every ship we salvage I will pay you one-hundred thousand Termite Credits. Think about it, ten million credits and all, you can buy a lot of equipment for that much." Warrde frowned.
"Your money ain't worth nothin'."
"How about a Termite Interceptor or an Assault Shuttle?"
"No."
"Let him go, his ship should be ready by now."
As Warrde left the room, he failed to notice that a Wormy hand had grabbed a datacard from his pocket.
On board his flagship the Devil's Spear Emperor Wanzanar, a tall strong Scarab plotted his next move on the chessboard that is galactic politics. He had a fleet rivaling the Empire, maybe it would be time to.
"I think it is time to re-consider our little alliance with Worm, he announced at a Scarab Command Council meeting. His courtiers were astonished.
"My lord."
"DON"T QUESTION ME $#(^#! He barked.
"I DO NOT TOLERATE DISSENT!"
The courtier never felt a thing.
As Warrde sat on his chair on the bridge of the Wild Warrde, he pondered what he would do next. The Empire was not a good business partner. He turned to his copilot, Waves.
"Maybe selling the Wormnaughts to the Worm Republic might be more profitable in the long run, they are always on the lookout for capital ships."
"You really think that's wise, Sir?"
"Set course for Wouruscant, stand-by for lightspeed."
A few hours later Warrde was in the chamber of the Worm High Council, presenting his case.
"How do we know this isn't a trap?" asked one councilor.
"It is not."
Won Wothma stepped in.
"I'm sorry Warrde, we really need proof."
"Proof? I'll give you proof!" Warrde grabbed into his pocked.and found nothing.
"Huh?"
"Something wrong," inquired Councilor Weia. "You look disturbed."
"I had a datacard," Warrde replied. "With the fleet's coordinates, it must have been stolen when I met with Grand Admiral Worm."
"A grand admiral?"
"Yes."
"That explains a lot," Weia remarked. "Like the Welmin taskforce we lost two weeks ago, and the Waboo attack."
All was silent; after a close vote, the council decided to send Worm Squadron and a Worm Frigate to investigate.