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and by the numbers.

I want DCS and tactical

database assimilation by 0830.

Ordnance loading, weapons strip and

drop-ship prep details. We have seven hours.

Now move it, people!

You heard the man, and you know the drill!

A**holes and elbows!

Hudson, come here. Come here!

I don't care ifyou are short, Hudson.

Get it done!

- Sarge, you'll get lip cancer smoking those!

- Corporal, I want this loading lock sealed!

- How many more, Spunkmeyer?

- Last one.

Good. Take it away.

Clear behind.

Did you check number three?

Is this the non-op?

I feel like kind of a fifth wheel.

Is there anything I can do?

I don't know. Is there anything you can do?

Well, I can drive that loader.

I have a Class Two rating.

Be my guest.

Where you want it?

Bay twelve, please.

We're a team and

there's nothing to worry about.

We come here, and we gonna conquer, and

we gonna take some. Is that understood?

That's what we gonna do, sweethearts.

Gonna go and get some.

All right, people, on the ready-line!

- Are you lean?

- Yeah!

- Are you mean?

- Yeah!

- What are you?

- Lean, mean Marines!

Get on the ready-line! Get some today!

Get on the ready-line!

Move it out!

Move it out, goddamn it!

Get hot! One, two, three!

Get out! Get out! Get out!

Move it out! Move it out! Move it out!

One, two, three, four! One, two, three!

Absolutely badasses!

Let's pack 'em in! Get in there!

Move it!

- Let's go, let's go!

- One, two, three, four, five, six!

I want combat seating. You know your places.

Get those weapons stowed. Let's go!

Come on, settle down, people.

Lock 'em in, Hudson.

Ready to get it on? You know it!

OK, Bishop, let's go.

Roger.

I'm ready, man.

Ready to get it on! Go!

Stand by. Cross-locking now.

Pre-launch auto-cycle engaged.

Primary couplers released.

Hit the internals.

Confiirm cross-lock

and drop stations secured.

Affirmative.

All drop stations secured.

Stand by. Ten seconds.

Stand by to initiate release sequencer.

On my mark.

We're on an express elevator to hell!

Going down!

Two, one, mark.

Whoo-hoo!

Switch to DCS ranging.

- 2-4-0. Nominal to profile.

- We're in the pipe. Five by five.

- We're picking up some hull ionisation.

- Got it. Rough air ahead.

We're in for some chop.

How many drops is this for you, Lieutenant?

Simulated.

How many combat drops?

Uh, two...

... including this one.

- Sh*t!

- Oh, man!

Range 0-1-4. Turning on final.

I got a bad feeling about this drop.

You always say

"I got a bad feeling about this drop".

OK, OK.

When we get back without you,

I'll call your folks.

All right. Let's see what we can see.

Everybody on-line. Looking good.

Drake, check your camera.

There seems to be a malfunction.

That's better.

Pan it around a bit. Good.

I'm ready, man. Check it out.

I am the ultimate badass!

State-of-the-badass-art!

You do not wanna f*** with me.

Check it out.

Hey, Ripley, don't worry.

Me and my squad of ultimate

badasses will protect you.

Check it out.

Independently targeting

particle-beam phalanx.

Whap!

Fry half a city with this puppy!

We got tactical smart missiles,...

... Phase plasma pulse rifles, RPGs...

We got sonic electronic ballbreakers!

We got nukes.

We got knives, sharp sticks...

Knock it off, Hudson!

All right, gear up.

Two minutes, people. Get hot.

Somebody wake up Hicks.

- Coming around for a seven-zero-niner.

- Terminal guidance locked in.

Where's the damn beacon?

Oh, I see it.

- That's the atmosphere processor?

- Yep, that's it.

Remarkable piece of machinery.

Completely automated.

We manufacture those, by the way.

OK, Ferro.

Take us in low over the main colony complex.

Storm shutters are sealed.

There's no visible activity.

All right. Hold at forty.

- Roger.

- Give me a slow circle ofthe complex.

Structure seems intact.

They still have power.

OK, Ferro.

Set down on the landing grid.

Immediate dust-off on my clear,

then stay on station.

Down and clear.

Ten seconds, people. Look sharp!

I want a nice, clean dispersal this time.

Let's go! Move it out!

Head 'em out!

First squad up, on-line. Hicks,

get yours in a cordon. Watch the rear.

Vasquez, take point.

Let's move!

Move up.

Hudson, run a bypass.

Second squad, move up.

Flanking positions.

Second squad, on-line.

You set?

Go on.

Second team, move inside.

Hicks, take the upperlevel.

Sir, you copying this?

Looks like hits From small-arms fiire.

We gotsome explosive damages,

probably seismic survey charges.

Are you reading this?

Keep it tight, people.

Hicks, Hudson,

use yourmotion trackers.

Nothing.

Not a goddamn thing.

Quarter and search by twos.

OK, Dietrich, Frost, you're up.

It's right in there.

- Now!

- Now!

Good one, Hudson!

Uh, sir, we have a negative situation here.

Uh, moving on, sir.

Wait, tell him to...

Hicks, back up.

Pan right.

There.

You seeing this?

Looks melted. Somebodymusthave

bagged one oFRipley's badguys here.

Acid for blood.

Ifyou liked that, you're gonna love this.

Quit screwing around.

Second squad, what's your status?

Wejustfiinished oursweep.

Nobody's home.

Roger. Sir, this place is dead.

Whatever happenedhere, we missedit.

The area's secured.

Let's go check their computer.

- It's not secure.

- The area's secured.

First team, head for Operations.

- Hudson, get their CPU on-line.

- Affirmative.

Hicks, meet me at the south lock.

We're coming in.

He's coming in. I feel safer already.

Pendejo jerkoff!

Sir, we got the CPU on-line.

No problem.

Good. Stand by in Operations.

OK, let's go.

Are you all right?

Yes.

Sir... They sealed off

this wing at both ends.

Welded the doors, and blocked off

the stairs with heavy equipment.

But it looks like the barricade didn't hold.

- Any bodies?

- No, sir.

Last stand.

Must have been a hell of a fight.

Yeah, looks that way.

All right, Drake, this way. You should be able

to cut through the med lab to Operations.

Lieutenant.

Gorman.

Are those the same ones?

Careful, Burke.

Looks like love at first sight to me.

Oh, he likes you, Burke.

Two are alive. The rest are dead.

Surgically removed

before embryo implantation.

Subject:
Marachuk, John J,

died during the procedure.

They killed him taking it off.

Yo, Hicks.

I think we got something here.

- Behind us.

- One of us?

Apone, where are your people?

- Anybody in D-Block?

- Negative. We're all in Operations.

- Talk to me, Frosty.

- Let's keep moving, baby.

- It's moving.

- Which way?

It's coming straight for us.

Straight up.

- F***!

- Hold up!

Ripley.

Hey... Shh, it's all right.

- It's all right.

- Grab her, Corporal.

Don't be afraid.

Come on. We won't hurt you.

Shh... it's all right. It's OK.

Come on out. Come on. Easy, easy.

I got her!

Ow! Damn!

- Don't let her go!

- She's under the grill!

- Frost, get your light up here.

- Where'd she go?

Shine the light!

Down here.

Here. Here.

Keep back. Don't scare her.

- Grab her, man! We're gonna lose her!

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