Soldier Page #3

They couldn't get figures on enemy troops.

We're sitting ducks.

There could be a few divisions out there.

We don't even have the weapons

to arm the old soldiers.

Is that a recrimination?

Because if it is,

I will have you court-martialed.

- No, sir.

- All right, don't panic. Don't panic.

I am not panicking!

Captain...

...you must have some

of those new D X-57s on board.

Planet killers, you mean.

We carry 15.

One's enough.

We set it on a short fuse

and we get out of here.

Boom. We win.

Brave. It means that even

when you're scared...

...you control your emotions.

You make the fear be really small and tiny.

Oh, no!

We should go, sir.

Take him.

Go back.

Go back! Go back!

Right horizontal.

Roger. Right horizontal checks green.

What are we waiting for?

Give us a go.

We'll give Riley and his men

seven more minutes.

- F*** them. Let's just go.

- Abandon them?

I'll pretend I didn't hear that.

I'm the captain...

I'm your superior officer.

It's my mission, my call. I say go.

Losing men in combat is one thing,

abandoning them...

I'm not going to die

because of your pompous bullshit.

This is a direct order. Understand?

Take off now!

Don't walk away from me,

you sniveling, West Point piece of...

Take the helm, Sloan.

Let's launch this thing.

Come on! On the double! Let's go!

Close up the lower hatch.

Punch up your port power cluster.

What was that?

What was what?

Get off of me!

F***ing morons! Get your hands off me!

Ten minutes to go, understand?

You're killing yourselves!

What are you doing?

You?

Please.

Please.

No!

Don't leave us!

We must get out of here!

Colonel!

It's getting ready to detonate!

We must stop it!

Fourteen seconds! Hurry!

I can't remember if it's 6-7 or 7-6!

- Get out of the way!

- No, you don't know what you're doing!

Hurry, hurry!

There.

Aye-aye, sir.

Setting course for the Trinity Moons.

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