Sirens wailed as Princess Weia, Admiral Wackbar, and Won Wothma rushed to
the war room.
The room was packed with Worms. One quick look at the tactical readout screen told her that the situation was grim; both of the planet's battle stations were gone, and a good area had been leveled by bombs and turbolaser fire from the Worm Destroyers, supported by the Wormnaughts.
"Princess."
Weia looked to see Admiral Wackbar; he was gazing at the screen.
"How is the fight?" Weia asked.
"It looks pretty bad," Wackbar replied. "Six Worm Destroyers, we haven't seen that many since Wendor. Worm Squadron and several frigates are on their way, but it will take at least an hour."
Weia grimaced. Battles had been lost in less time than that; the planet was completely defenseless. Assault Bombers roamed at will.
Suddenly, the room began to shake, then the lights flickered, fortunately the palace had a backup generator. But the readout was gone.
"#$@@! We're blind!" a Worm yelled. Panic ensued. Weia turned to Wackbar as she got up.
"We need Worm Squadron now!"
"Sorry, we have to hold out a little longer," Wackbar replied.
"We don't have the time!"
"Princess, if you have a better idea I'd like to hear it."
"Captain, inform the General that he can land as soon as he is ready."
"Yes, sir."
Worm sat back and relaxed. It had been too easy. Even the Worm Republic knew better than leaving their capital undefended! But that was all in the past. The present was more important.
Twelve blips appeared, carrying Wovell's troops to the surface. In minutes Wouruscant would be his. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing.
The room was packed with Worms. One quick look at the tactical readout screen told her that the situation was grim; both of the planet's battle stations were gone, and a good area had been leveled by bombs and turbolaser fire from the Worm Destroyers, supported by the Wormnaughts.
"Princess."
Weia looked to see Admiral Wackbar; he was gazing at the screen.
"How is the fight?" Weia asked.
"It looks pretty bad," Wackbar replied. "Six Worm Destroyers, we haven't seen that many since Wendor. Worm Squadron and several frigates are on their way, but it will take at least an hour."
Weia grimaced. Battles had been lost in less time than that; the planet was completely defenseless. Assault Bombers roamed at will.
Suddenly, the room began to shake, then the lights flickered, fortunately the palace had a backup generator. But the readout was gone.
"#$@@! We're blind!" a Worm yelled. Panic ensued. Weia turned to Wackbar as she got up.
"We need Worm Squadron now!"
"Sorry, we have to hold out a little longer," Wackbar replied.
"We don't have the time!"
"Princess, if you have a better idea I'd like to hear it."
"Captain, inform the General that he can land as soon as he is ready."
"Yes, sir."
Worm sat back and relaxed. It had been too easy. Even the Worm Republic knew better than leaving their capital undefended! But that was all in the past. The present was more important.
Twelve blips appeared, carrying Wovell's troops to the surface. In minutes Wouruscant would be his. Nothing could go wrong. Nothing.