Starship Troopers: Invasion Page #2

Everyone's doing their part.

Major Henry Varro.

One of the most decorated officers

in the Federation.

You've run long-range ops

in places even God's given up on.

What did you do?

Why won't you talk?

And why won't your men talk?

There are a couple of

modifications you can score

on the black market

when you get to Terra,

but as far as what

the Federation paid for,

- it's still a pretty good prosthetic.

- Got it. Nice job.

Don't know what

you're nervous about.

I bet this looks

as good as all the others.

What others? You're my first.

Matter of fact, you're the first guy

I've worked on that's actually lived.

Every commander I've ever served under

tries to get me to use a regulation gun.

That is, until they see

how many I kill with that one.

Then they don't ask me anymore.

My parents made that rifle.

There was an armory

in my hometown.

Everyone worked there.

That is, until the bugs

melted the place with a plasma bomb.

Soldiers, civilians...

Families.

Everyone died.

I swore then that I'd kill

just as many bugs.

And I do it with that gun.

That's why you count.

No. That's why it counts.

Goddamn you, Carl.

- Where'd you learn that haymaker?

- Dance class.

Sh*t! I knew it!

I just felt it!

We aren't gonna see Terra

any time soon.

- You pessimist.

- Specialist, actually.

Well, almost.

Five points short on the ESP test.

If one more jack had been a diamond,

I wouldn't be here with you dumbasses.

You son of a b*tch.

That's how you always know

when I'm in the shower.

So, can you tell

what I'm thinking now?

Hell, even I know

what you're thinking now.

You make me sick.

What's up, Lieutenant Daugherty?

I thought you were in medical.

Wasn't as bad as it looked.

Glad you two could make it.

At ease.

I wanted to brief you all personally.

First and foremost,

because I know of the great sacrifices

that both the crew of the Alesia

as well as the defenders of

Fort Casey have made

and the great losses

that you've suffered. And second,

I know you could all use

some R&R about now.

Believe me, I've been there myself.

But unfortunately we have a situation.

- What?

- Stow it!

The John A. Warden has gone silent.

The Alesia is the only starship

in the area of last contact.

I've ordered your captain to divert course,

find the Warden and investigate.

Any questions?

Yeah. I think I speak for everyone

from Fort Casey when I say this...

- Shut the f*** up!

- It's okay. Go on.

We're only going in

if Hero takes point.

- Hero?

- Major Henry Varro.

Commander of Fort Casey,

General Rico.

Right.

Arrested by Doctor Carl Jenkins for

insubordination at the battle of Fort Casey.

Fine. If Major Varro chooses to

participate in this mission,

the Mobile Infantry

will accept his service.

However, this will not in any way

be prejudicial to his trial.

- Is that understood?

- Understood, sir.

We'll probably lose communications

as you cross the nebula.

Godspeed, Alesia.

Dismissed.

Assemble in the staging area.

A word, Captain Ibanez.

Why did you let him take my ship?

Carmen, it's not your ship.

It belongs to the Terran Federation.

General Rico, perhaps you recall,

there was a certain young trooper

who was with me

when the Rodger Young went down.

I vowed that would never happen

to a ship under my command.

This is not my choice.

I mean, look.

I don't care what you thought

about Carl back when we knew him

and I don't care

what you think about him now.

He's Minister of Paranormal Warfare

and High Command has authorized him

to use the John A. Warden.

Look, Carmen...

This is a mission that's so classified,

I don't even know what the hell is really...

And look how well it's going.

You know the John A. Warden

like the back of your hand.

I need you to go aboard

with the insertion team.

I looked at the manifest.

That ship didn't just go dark.

Her signal was turned off.

And you know as well as I do,

the only one who has the gall

to run a Federation starship dark

is Carl Jenkins.

And how do you know

we're even close to my ship?

Before we lost contact, we analyzed

some of the scattered signals.

Calculating course and speed,

we were able to get

a good estimate of its location.

Now, it's not spot-on,

but we can get you pretty damn close.

Fine. I'll do it.

But not to save Carl's sorry ass.

I'll do it to take back my ship.

You just be careful.

We need you back intact

when this thing is over.

Thank you, Johnny.

Hey, Carmen,

when this thing is over,

maybe you and I

can meet at Zim's and...

Yeah.

I gotta tell ya,

this will in no way

be prejudicial to your trial.

Come on. I didn't have

anything to do with any of this.

I'm just the damn janitor

trying to clean it up.

Look, Major, I'm no more enthusiastic

about saving Carl Jenkins than you are.

But your men want you.

And something tells me

we're gonna need you.

Lieutenant Daugherty,

we found the John A. Warden.

Tell Captain Jonah

to move to standoff range.

I'll be right up.

So, which is it?

Get these chains off me.

It'd be too bad if

a stray shot hit Jenkins.

Look, I know you're pissed,

but don't even think sh*t like that.

They threw Hero into the brig.

You or me, Holy Man or Kharon,

what do you think

they do to grunts like us?

They'd shove us

out of a goddamn airlock.

- So I gotta watch my ass?

- Yeah.

But if you're not gonna do that,

at least watch mine.

Oh, man! F*** you!

Can't believe I'm the only one

not getting laid around here.

Looks like you got

all your bases covered.

Tell me, Holy Man,

which one's gonna save you today?

I can take care of myself.

Women. They make the highs higher

and the lows more frequent.

Are atheists the only

philosophers you can quote?

I find that believers such as you

see so few things worth writing down.

And I found that

he who looks so forward to the abyss,

is simply afraid of the light.

I'm gonna go get you a pen.

Wait, did you just make that up?

No, I'm not writing that down.

John A. Warden, this is the Alesia.

Please respond.

I've tried everything.

Voice, radio flash...

- Even lightcode. Nothing.

- Keep trying, Lieutenant.

Zoom in on the bridge.

Maybe they can't hear us.

They'd have to know

what our objective is.

Bridge, this is your captain.

Respond. Now!

If you do not respond,

we will board.

Board it.

That's not my ship anymore.

Kids?

Husband?

Died on Planet 4976.

Hey, the way I figure it,

the bugs got more reason

to be scared than I do.

I've killed hundreds of them.

They've killed zero of me.

Oh, man.

Listen...

- I want you to do me a favor.

- Yeah?

If I don't make it,

I don't care what happens to my body.

But try to get

my rifle scope, will you?

And have it buried in my hometown.

Look, I don't like funerals.

Do me a favor. Don't get killed.

Okay, boys and girls.

Looks like this is gonna be

my last mission,

so let's make it a good one.

Our job is to retake the John A. Warden,

rescue any and all survivors

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