"If the Termites do have a new fighter, we cannot prove it until we get a
picture or a sensor reading," councilor Weia explained.
"And how do we get the proof?" asked Dirt.
"I don't know..What we do know is that they are heavily cloaked."
"How did they get the funds to build those!" exclaimed Dirt. "#$%^ it! How can we fight them?"
"I'll put intelligence on it as soon as they are done with the debriefing, your debriefing."
With that the debriefing ended and the war room went silent. It was a dark time for the Worm Republic. And with a Grand Admiral around, it was a time of exploitation.
"Sir, all ships in position."
"Thank you Captain," Worm replied.
Worm sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Wormeara and contemplated the attack on Wouruscant. The battle was brewing everywhere.
With two Wian III battlestations, the planet was well defended, but it was in the rear so capital ships would be elsewhere. Almost too good to be true.
"Standby!" he ordered.
Six Worm Destroyers and ten Wormnaughts arrived at the Worm capitol.
It was a beautiful planet, despite being almost completely covered by cities. There were numerous freighters and yachts in orbit.
Two of the Worm Destroyers concentrated their turbolaser and ion cannon fire on the battle stations; the stations went quickly. All the freighters and most of the yachts immediately scattered, many jumping blindly into hyperspace. But no Termite fire, ships, or troops could enter until the planet's shield was down. Luckily Worm was one step ahead of the defenders.
"Launch the Banshees," he ordered and four cloaked ships left the Wormeara and made it before the shield could be raised.
They proceeded to fire their complement of missiles, taking out three shield generators and a couple V-Wings "caught" on the ground. Sporadic turbolaser fire was encountered, but all of the corvettes escaped. The Firestorm, the Wudicator, and the Wormeara used the opportunity to raze bases and ion cannons. Not a single Worm fighter was able to get off the ground. Termite Assault Bombers leveled an LZ (for General Wovell) with impunity.
"And how do we get the proof?" asked Dirt.
"I don't know..What we do know is that they are heavily cloaked."
"How did they get the funds to build those!" exclaimed Dirt. "#$%^ it! How can we fight them?"
"I'll put intelligence on it as soon as they are done with the debriefing, your debriefing."
With that the debriefing ended and the war room went silent. It was a dark time for the Worm Republic. And with a Grand Admiral around, it was a time of exploitation.
"Sir, all ships in position."
"Thank you Captain," Worm replied.
Worm sat in his command chair on the bridge of the Wormeara and contemplated the attack on Wouruscant. The battle was brewing everywhere.
With two Wian III battlestations, the planet was well defended, but it was in the rear so capital ships would be elsewhere. Almost too good to be true.
"Standby!" he ordered.
Six Worm Destroyers and ten Wormnaughts arrived at the Worm capitol.
It was a beautiful planet, despite being almost completely covered by cities. There were numerous freighters and yachts in orbit.
Two of the Worm Destroyers concentrated their turbolaser and ion cannon fire on the battle stations; the stations went quickly. All the freighters and most of the yachts immediately scattered, many jumping blindly into hyperspace. But no Termite fire, ships, or troops could enter until the planet's shield was down. Luckily Worm was one step ahead of the defenders.
"Launch the Banshees," he ordered and four cloaked ships left the Wormeara and made it before the shield could be raised.
They proceeded to fire their complement of missiles, taking out three shield generators and a couple V-Wings "caught" on the ground. Sporadic turbolaser fire was encountered, but all of the corvettes escaped. The Firestorm, the Wudicator, and the Wormeara used the opportunity to raze bases and ion cannons. Not a single Worm fighter was able to get off the ground. Termite Assault Bombers leveled an LZ (for General Wovell) with impunity.