The Story of Worrell
(Chapter 16.5) *screenshots of this event are in the Gallery page*

"Lead us..." a voice said. Worrell looked over the battlefield. "Why aren't they in the trenches?" he thought. "GET INTO YOUR POSITIONS!!" he yelled and watched as the teams disappeared into the trenches. His team was getting nervous and the Colonel wasn't looking to hot either. "Why isn't he on the roof?" Worrell thought, "Could the darkness he sensed really be that bad?" Worrell was starting to worry...he had been away for a while and didn't know if anyone had fed Kimo while he was gone. "At least I will have plenty to feed him when this is over" he thought. He looked back at the Colonel again, who was now meditating. "I'm nervous" one of the recruits said. Worrell ignored him and surveyed the perimeter. Bravo Team was running around taking shots at the scyks roaming the area in front of the hall. "Lead us..." There it was again. he glanced back at the Colonel. "Is that damned Jedi screwing with my mind?" he thought. "Join us!" the voice said. It wasn't the Colonel after all.

Worrell had a bad feeling. "Team Captains listen up" Worrell announced to the troops. "When I give the signal you will close in on the enemy. I will not call for all teams at once as it is likely there will be waves of attackers. Be sure to pay attention to my commands. Understood?" The teams responded "Yes Sir!!" "Lead us", the voice said again. Worrell ignored it. "Good! Don’t worry. I promise you will all have plenty of Imperials to slaughter." he said to the troops. "Now get ready…they could show up at any moment." Worrell watched as the troops got into position. "Thank you..." the voice said. Suddenly, about twenty Dark Jedi Masters uncloaked behind Alpha Team. "ALPHA TEAM ATTACK!!!" Worrell yelled. He knew their Jedi team captain could sense their presence as she had already charged the invaders. Something felt wrong. Worrell turned to see another group of Dark Jedi Masters uncloak behind Delta Team. "They're ambushing my ambush squad" Worrell thought. "DELTA TEAM ATTACK!!!" he yelled, noticing more of them uncloaking. "CHARLIE TEAM, BACK THEM UP!!" he commanded. As Charlie Team moved to assist Delta, an even larger group of Dark Jedi masters uncloaked behind Charlie and gave chase.

This was bad. They were taking his troops by surprise. Worrell was furious, but stayed focused. "FOXTROT, GOLF, HOTEL...MOVE IN!!!" he yelled. The three teams charged in to assist Charlie and Delta. Something still felt wrong. "Why aren't they attacking my team?" he wondered. He looked over to see two more groups uncloak behind Alpha Team, who were already engaging the first group of invaders. "Ok Echo Team, Let's go!" Worrell ordered. He lead them into battle. Side by side with the Colonel, he engaged the enemy. Something was still wrong. As the enemy's numbers dwindled, Worrell glance around to check on the other teams. He was horrified to see they had been surrounded. "The first groups were decoys!!" he thought. "HEADS UP!!!" he yelled as the surrounding Dark Jedi Master Unit descended upon them.

1..2..5..8 Dark Jedi ran right by him. "What the..." Worrell was confused. "Why aren't they attacking me?" he wondered. He cracked a sinister smile as he watched a Dark Jedi Master run by him. Worrell took aim with his Proton Carbine. "Should have attacked me while you had the chance" he mumbled. Worrell opened fire. The Jedi dodged quite a few shots from him before finally being cut down. "These guys are good" Worrell thought. He smiled excitedly. "Join us or die!!!" the voice said again. Worrell turned to find four Jedi charging him. "Look.." Worrell said, "if this is about your friend over there, I'm sorry but I really didn't like his outfit and I just had to take action." They drew their sabers. "Oh I see...you got your clothes from the same place huh?" Worrell teased. They charged him. He had to think fast. Dropped a razor net as they drew closer and ducked out of the way. Unfortunately it only caught three of them and the fourth was still chasing him. Worrell turned and opened fire. "Colonel!!!" he yelled. "Come get your cousin before he gets himself hurt." The Jedi had had enough of Worrell's taunting and unleashed a punishing blast of force lightning, knocking him into one of the recruits. Worrell struggled to get to his feet, barely dodging his foe's swinging lightsaber. He dropped a web bomb and circled behind the Jedi, cutting him down with his carbine.

The battle raged on for what seemed like forever and Worrell enjoyed every moment of it. He shouldn't have...but he did. That worried him. As the last of the Dark Jedi Masters was finally defeated the voice chimed in again. "You will not join us...therefore...you will now die!!!" Worrell wanted to respond and say "BRING IT ON CREEPY!!" but he knew the Colonel would likely have him committed to a mental hospital. He stumbled a bit. Did the sand just move? He almost stumbled again. It did move! He looked up to find his army surrounded by Giant Canyon Krayt Dragons. "This will be fun" he thought. "INCOMMING!!!!" he yelled to the troops. With what they had just been through with the Dark Jedi Masters...the Krayts never stood a chance. Blaster bolts, rockets, flames, lava, and lightsabers illuminated the desert night and left the sands littered with the bodies of a few dozen Krayt Dragons. "Excellent" the voice said and fell silent. "What is going on here?" Worrell wondered. He put it out of his mind for the time being. The Colonel was giving a victory speech and the troops were cheering as fireworks exploded in the night sky in celebration of their victory. "Well done Captain" another voice said. It was the Colonel...still on the hall's steps. Worrell saluted. "Damn Jedi" he thought. (stay tuned)