Starship Troopers: Invasion

I always get the shakes

before a drop.

I had the injections...

hypnotic prep...

The Federation shrinks

scanned my brainwaves.

Everything checked out.

The doc says it wasn't fear.

I could've told him that.

A horse locked in the starting gate

isn't afraid.

He's just ready to run.

A-Team, our mission is to seize

and control the B Dock area,

clear away the bugs,

and evac the survivors.

Now, once we land, we join forces

with the K-12 team at the fort.

It's a standard grab-and-go.

After the rescue, we return to the ship,

take off, then we blow

the fort and the bugs.

- Are we clear?

- Loud and clear, sir!

Go, go, go!

- Report!

- Pretty bad, sir.

- Some of our men are still up our corridor.

- Then let's get 'em outta there.

Mech! We're done here.

Prep to blow.

- Sir!

- Holy Man and Chow, on the cover.

Biggers and Crysoch, hold position.

The rest of you, follow me.

We're on a rescue mission, people!

Lieutenant Daugherty,

what is your status?

Too many bugs.

No way to take back Fort Casey.

We'll hold 'til the

John A. Warden evacuates.

Alesia will stand by for

immediate evac. Keep me posted.

Roger that.

Mech, what's your ETR?

Almost there, sir.

Done. Let's go!

- Charleston's down! Medic!

- I'm on it!

Have you completed

loading the crates?

No, that is your priority.

What the hell is this about, Carl?

Wonderful to see you again, Carmen.

- You commandeered my damn ship.

- Borrowing it. I'll give it back.

You're never gonna take

the John A. Warden from me.

Guards, I believe Captain Ibanez

needs an escort to the Alesia.

What do you want

with my ship, Carl?

Carmen, that's classified.

But I can tell you this:

This mission...

Oh, this mission will turn the tide.

You always were such an a**hole.

And I was always so fond

of you as well, Carmen.

See you on Terra.

Friends always, right?

A-Team, reload!

This is A-Team leader

to Fort Casey.

- Evacs, come in!

- About goddamn time.

It's a little crowded out here.

Exit now, Dock B.

- On our way.

- Show some hustle.

It's quiet now,

but that ain't gonna last.

Evacs coming up! Keep your

eyes open and your heads down!

I don't want to lose

anyone to friendly fire.

- Who's in charge?

- Acting Commander, sir.

Major Henry Varro has been

relieved of duty.

Relieved? What the hell happened?

This was a suicide mission

from the get-go.

- F***ing headcase!

- Shut your mouth, Ratzass.

You wanna be busted like Hero?

We're outta here.

Let's get back to the ship.

Mech, how's it coming

with that charge?

Armed and dangerous.

You have to be kidding me.

Thanks for waiting, jackass!

Command, if there are new orders,

let me know, goddamn it!

Are we gonna escort

the John A. Warden or not?

Behind us!

Sir, this is Biggers!

Can't hold anymore! We're...

F***! Sons of b*tches!

Captain Jonah, this is A-Team.

Landing ship destroyed.

Boarding directly now.

Roger that. As soon as you're aboard,

Alesia will depart.

Lance formation!

Fall back to the Alesia!

Hold formation! Hold formation!

My arm! My goddamn arm!

Medic!

Return to the ship!

Trig! Move your goddamn ass!

We're taking off!

Come on!

Jump!

Thanks.

Any time.

- Score?

- 430.

Give or take.

You gonna do it or what?

Hit it, maestro.

Three, two, one...

Boom!

Come on, guys.

This sh*t ain't over yet.

Yeah. All right.

So what the hell happened

to you guys down there?

We were right on top

of a motherfucking anthill.

Varro saved our ass.

Then that ESP prick Jenkins

sent us on a death run.

Straight into a goddamn hive.

But you didn't hear that sh*t

from me.

- I'm sorry, did you say something?

- Attention!

You can all

be proud of yourselves.

We saved some lives.

And we killed some bugs.

But we lost

some good troopers today.

- Here's to the dead.

- And to the next man to die!

Now let's get back to Terra.

Then we can put some

real glasses in these hands.

Hey, check that out.

What's the matter? You never saw

a flanker without her armor before?

Yeah, but they usually

look like Ratzass.

- Ratzass?

- That's what they call me.

'Cause you don't give a rat's ass

about anything.

- What a surprise.

- Hey...

You want me to show you

to the shower?

I could wash your back.

You don't want to wash my front?

Shut up!

- Captain on the bridge.

- Stand down.

- This is your ship, not mine, Captain.

- Simple respect, Captain Ibanez.

For what happened on

planet P-Ventamonas alone.

If only more strikes

were executed that way.

I had a good team.

- What can you tell me?

- About?

Where's my ship? And why does

Jenkins want it so badly?

Captain, believe me. If I could

provide you with any information on...

This ship is in pursuit of

the John A. Warden, isn't it?

I understand your concern for

the John A. Warden, Captain Ibanez.

But this is the Alesia

and we command it.

Our orders are to return to Terra.

Then show me that data

on the John A. Warden's path.

- Where is she headed?

- We don't know, Captain.

We lost her signal

shortly after we began pursuit.

Please contact me

when you find the John A. Warden.

Aye-aye, Captain.

Hey, man,

don't write this up, okay?

This is a serious wound.

Could've been a lot worse.

I can't keep something like this

off the record.

I'm gonna have to

take your arm, yeah? - Fine.

But, look...

At least do what you can to make sure

it doesn't get back to my folks.

You can at least do that.

Right, doc?

Let's do this.

Why don't we wait

until the shaking stops?

- The ship will be fine.

- I'm not talking about the ship.

Hey, noob,

dance class is down the hall.

No, it's right here.

Care to dance?

- This ring is for fighting.

- Humor me.

- What's your name?

- Chow.

Well, Chow, I don't usually

dance with guys.

But in your case,

I'll make an exception.

- Who's your money on?

- Ratzass is bigger.

- Not much upstairs, though.

- Whatever, dude.

Ratzass gets in one good solid hit

and Chow's going down.

Sh*t, if he can ever land a punch.

Chow's fast, man.

All right, fighters.

To your corners.

You back out now,

I won't think any less of you.

When I ring the bell,

come out fighting.

I'm gonna miss you

when you're gone.

Good thing there's not much upstairs.

Don't have to worry about brain damage.

Hey, damage this.

Hey.

Did you see that?

Didn't know you had it in you.

A flash of inspiration.

E-057.

E-057.

Thanks, I really appreciate... it.

They can't get me a bed

'til tomorrow.

Thanks for letting me

use the comm...

Tia. Tia Durr.

- Trig is fine.

- Otis Hex.

Bugspray.

Hey... thanks for the catch.

At Fort Casey.

Sleeping with a gun?

You must know something I don't.

Morita Triple-X Sniper Rifle.

Classic.

You've got a nice smile

for a soldier.

Thanks. I think.

So, up for a little training?

I think I've had about all

the target practice I can stand today.

Yeah, I was thinking about

something a little more... strenuous.

You didn't really

use the intercom, did you?

Would you like to know more?

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