"Blast!"
Wallon Warrde was rather disturbed by the Termite Avengers and Assault Bombers chasing his ship the Wild Warrde, she was holding together, thanks to the improved shields, but she was still only a few missiles away from the Wild Warrde's Turbolasers was not.
Warrde took the freighter into a dive to the left; two of the four Avengers were still on their tail and firing missiles like crazy. His guns barely scratched the thick skin and strong shields of the pursuing fighters.
"Right Full Rudder!" he ordered, "Crazy Ivan!"
The Wild Warrde slowed down, and then swung to starboard, it worked; he was able to close the gap before the Termites' missiles could arm themselves. Ten seconds later, they jumped for home.
It was four days before the next engagement between Worm and Termite Forces; the Termites withdrew form Tallon IV and Zebes to consolidate their position, but had their eyes on Cuzco, in the Wendor system. For this end they would deploy a new kind of craft.
"All Banshees in position," came a cry from the Port-side Crew pit on the Wormeara, the bridge was full of personnel preparing to attack.
"Thank you, Lieutenant," said Welleon as he gave the order for the Banshees to take out the planet's six shield generators while they were down. With an advanced cloaking device, the Banshee was a formidable craft, more of a corvette than a fighter, they packed a punch, six of these craft exited the hangar of the Wormeara as she entered the planetary gravity- well. They headed for their targets, undetected by Worm radar.
Not much happened in the officer's club at the Worm base. A couple Turbolasers guarded the entry and the Worms of Worm Squadron were taking some rest and relaxation. Nobody expected the air-raid siren to go off.
It was a wail, soft, then louder, and the screech filled the room like a cathedral's pipe organ during mass. As he raced to his W-Wing, Dirt could not help but wonder why this base would be attacked; Cuzco had little strategic importance; Why?
His question was soon answered when the shield generator by the base spontaneously exploded into a giant fireball. Dirt caught a small black speck in the corner of his eye, what could it be?
'Sir, all Banshees have dispatched their objectives," said Captain Welleon as he reported to Worm on the Wormeara, now in orbit over Cuzco.
"Thank you, Captain," he replied.
The order was given and ten Assault Shuttles left the ship carrying seven battalions of Shocktroopers and three Battle Razors. They made quick work of the base's defenses until Worm Squadron arrived on the seen, one was hit by four torpedoes and disabled, a second was strafed fiercely, a W- Wing went down, then another, after about ten minutes the remaining Battle Razor drove off the defenders. All three of them. A pair of Medium Transports then fled the scene and jumped for Wouruscant.
The base was completely leveled; the Battle Razors and the Shocktrooper grenade launchers and blasters made short work of all resistance and put the base to the sword, all in less than an hour. They departed triumphantly.
Wallon Warrde was rather disturbed by the Termite Avengers and Assault Bombers chasing his ship the Wild Warrde, she was holding together, thanks to the improved shields, but she was still only a few missiles away from the Wild Warrde's Turbolasers was not.
Warrde took the freighter into a dive to the left; two of the four Avengers were still on their tail and firing missiles like crazy. His guns barely scratched the thick skin and strong shields of the pursuing fighters.
"Right Full Rudder!" he ordered, "Crazy Ivan!"
The Wild Warrde slowed down, and then swung to starboard, it worked; he was able to close the gap before the Termites' missiles could arm themselves. Ten seconds later, they jumped for home.
It was four days before the next engagement between Worm and Termite Forces; the Termites withdrew form Tallon IV and Zebes to consolidate their position, but had their eyes on Cuzco, in the Wendor system. For this end they would deploy a new kind of craft.
"All Banshees in position," came a cry from the Port-side Crew pit on the Wormeara, the bridge was full of personnel preparing to attack.
"Thank you, Lieutenant," said Welleon as he gave the order for the Banshees to take out the planet's six shield generators while they were down. With an advanced cloaking device, the Banshee was a formidable craft, more of a corvette than a fighter, they packed a punch, six of these craft exited the hangar of the Wormeara as she entered the planetary gravity- well. They headed for their targets, undetected by Worm radar.
Not much happened in the officer's club at the Worm base. A couple Turbolasers guarded the entry and the Worms of Worm Squadron were taking some rest and relaxation. Nobody expected the air-raid siren to go off.
It was a wail, soft, then louder, and the screech filled the room like a cathedral's pipe organ during mass. As he raced to his W-Wing, Dirt could not help but wonder why this base would be attacked; Cuzco had little strategic importance; Why?
His question was soon answered when the shield generator by the base spontaneously exploded into a giant fireball. Dirt caught a small black speck in the corner of his eye, what could it be?
'Sir, all Banshees have dispatched their objectives," said Captain Welleon as he reported to Worm on the Wormeara, now in orbit over Cuzco.
"Thank you, Captain," he replied.
The order was given and ten Assault Shuttles left the ship carrying seven battalions of Shocktroopers and three Battle Razors. They made quick work of the base's defenses until Worm Squadron arrived on the seen, one was hit by four torpedoes and disabled, a second was strafed fiercely, a W- Wing went down, then another, after about ten minutes the remaining Battle Razor drove off the defenders. All three of them. A pair of Medium Transports then fled the scene and jumped for Wouruscant.
The base was completely leveled; the Battle Razors and the Shocktrooper grenade launchers and blasters made short work of all resistance and put the base to the sword, all in less than an hour. They departed triumphantly.