"Hmmmm. Interesting."
"Sir?" Welleon asked his superior. Worm frowned.
"An Imperial Worm Destroyer disabled by a single Worm Cruiser, at least the Super Worm Destroyer should be ready soon, perhaps in time for the Merc operation. Welleon looked disturbed.
"Sir-?"
"I suppose you were wondering, Captain whether I would relocate to the Emperor's Revenge? Worm said.
"Your not?"
"No, for all its size, the Super Worm Destroyer is relatively weak; it is four times larger than the Wormeara, but only seventy-five percent more firepower. I am content to stay here."
Worm and Welleon stared for a few minutes, Welleon broke the silence.
"Oh," was all he could say.
"And the progress of the Shocktrooper program?" asked Worm.
"Good," replied Welleon.
"And then we will trap them." The room went quiet when Emperor Wanzanar, leader of the Scarabs. "The Judicator and my flagship the Devil's Spear will arrive and destroy the invaders. Questions?" No hands were raised. The meeting was adjourned and Wanzanar returned to the bridge.
"Set course for Merc," he ordered.
As the Worm Cruiser Repulse glided through space, Dirt and his fellow Worms were discussing the upcoming battle over soil.
"Our job is to protect the Worm Cruisers from any Gunships in the area, and then we'll escort another flight of W-Wings attacking one of the planet's seven shield generators so our ships can fire through." He paused. "Any questions?" he asked. A hand rose.
"Fifteen W-Wings isn't exactly a threat to Scarab Gunships. We'll be creamed."
"The Republic is carrying an additional two V-Wing squadrons to engage the Gunships, that is all Wouruscant can spare right now. "Dismissed."