Starship Troopers: Traitor of Mars Page #2

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like I can with you.

You know Johnny.

He's got a thick head.

Sh*t. Hold on.

Carl?

MAN:

Plasma. Incoming.

[EXPLOSION]

CARMEN:
Maintain altitude.

CARL:

Okay, I'm back.

So you want me

to abandon my command

in the AQZ

and go to Mars now?

WOMAN [OVER PA]:

Flight 103 to Geneva

boarding now.

Now would be good.

Are you going to bother

telling me why?

No. I think you're better off

not knowing.

[LOUD CRASH]

[ALL GASP]

Direct hit

on the Ishizuka.

Heavy damage.

Of course not,

because that's the way

you like it.

You haven't changed a bit,

have you, Carl?

No, and I'm not planning to.

I need you to find Johnny.

Amy Snapp is very upset

with Mars,

and you know

how she can be.

Mobile Infantry,

commence drop.

MAN:

Mobile Infantry, commence drop.

Enjoy the flight, sir.

Thank you.

You're not being

very concrete, Carl.

Yes, I know.

If the truth about Mars

ever comes out,

it will destroy

the Federation.

Is the truth really that bad?

MAN:

Six units standing by

for delivery.

I'm afraid it is.

[WOMAN SCREAMS]

Freeze.

Well, anyway, good luck.

That's it?

"Good luck"?

Yes. We're going

to need it.

Both hands in the air.

[SHRILL BEEP]

[GROANS AND SCREAMS]

He's-- He's in my head!

[ALL GROANING]

So you're in, right?

Where will I find him?

In the Martian Outback.

Somewhere along

the Valles Marineris.

[FOOTSTEPS]

PSI, a**hole.

[CARL GASPING]

Carl?

[GASPING]

MAN:

You're under arrest.

Carl?

Carl.

Carl Jenkins

in custody.

We got Jenkins.

[GROANING]

Put him under.

CARL:

Damn you, Amy.

[BLOWS LAND]

[ALARM BUZZES]

Simulation, my ass.

[PANTING]

You know, even Bugs learn

from their mistakes.

Maybe we need

an easier sim, sir.

Hot LZ 1 is kind of where

it all starts, lieutenant.

Unless you wanna run

baby-Bug petting zoo.

[ALL BREATHING HEAVILY]

Well, I think we could

all use a win.

[LOW RUMBLE]

[ALL GASP]

What's that?

Bug plasma.

What the hell?

Bugs on Mars? Is this the next

training sim, sir?

[RUMBLE]

Negative. This is real world,

trooper.

Get everyone

into battle armor.

Yes, sir.

[]

How bad is it?

There's a major Bug outbreak

on the surface.

Including Plasma Bugs.

Yeah. I kind of

figured that.

RATZASS:

It's been classified as

a level-four infestation.

The Second Mars

Mobile Infantry

is deployed and engaged

on the ground.

Level four?

Do you know what that means?

RATZASS:

We're getting visuals now.

[PEOPLE SCREAMING

OVER MONITOR]

We just lost our connection

to the Federation, sir.

We're sitting ducks up here.

Initiate evacuation protocols.

Yes, sir.

[RUMBLE]

Direct plasma hit to flight bay.

I'm taking Lost Patrol

down to the planet.

You're going in with those

Martian kids? Are you crazy?

Someone's gotta knock out

those Bug batteries.

We've trained for it,

so today's the day.

You're a brass-balled trooper

through and through, Rico.

And goddamn it,

I'm going with you.

[]

Hey, Ratzass, come on.

Let's move.

COMPUTERIZED VOICE:

Emergency systems activated.

What's your status,

lieutenant?

Uh, power suits on, sir.

Get everyone on the boat now.

This station is gonna blow.

What? Uh, I'm sorry, sir,

c-could you repeat that?

Code red.

Evacuation protocol initiated.

Get everyone

on the boat now.

We got Bugs to kill.

Oh, my God.

We're all gonna die.

You do not have

permission to die!

[GRUNTS]

[PANTING]

RICO:

Someone wanted me here.

And whoever it was already knew

there were Bugs on Mars.

Colonel Rico.

Lost Patrol.

Today's the day to prove

yourselves.

We descend to the Mars surface

immediately.

Mars is your home, troopers,

and today she needs your help.

Wipe out every Bug that you see,

and take back your planet.

ALL:

Yes, sir!

[]

Training's over,

troopers.

Sergeant Major Ratzass

is coming along for the ride.

We're dropping

with a legend.

Yeah.

Let's swing.

Come on, you apes.

You wanna live forever?

ALL:
Hoo-ah!

To the dropship, now.

On the bounce,

troopers!

Set your suits

to zero pressure, troopers.

MAN:

Radio test. Do you all read me?

BABA:
Baba, okay.

ONE-OH-ONE:
One-Oh-One, okay.

CAMACHO:
Camacho, okay.

DUTCH:
Dutch, okay.

GEO:

Geo, okay.

BABA:

Colonel Rico, this looks bad.

Move it, move it.

Let's go.

Move it or lose it.

Let's get out of here.

Yes, sir.

The hangar door

won't open, colonel.

We're a no-go.

We're a no-go

only if I say so.

Everyone onboard?

Uh, yes, sir.

Colonel, no good.

We're stuck.

Maybe this isn't gonna work,

colonel.

Bullshit.

Link my suit

to your weapons system.

Roger that.

Ready...

fire.

Here we go.

[]

Oh, my God!

Aah!

Remember your training,

troopers, and you will not die.

[]

ALL:

Whoa!

We're going down brown, sir.

Are your people

ready to jump?

We're gonna jump?

This is it, troopers.

We're going HALO

out the rear hatch.

The choice is yours.

Sit here and die,

or make the jump and die.

[LAUGHS]

[ALL WHIMPERING

AND PANTING]

Relax.

It's a good day to die.

[LAUGHS]

[YELLS]

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

BABA:

No! Oh!

[SCREAMING]

RICO:

Good news is we are

all-systems-go.

Everything is working

the way it's supposed to.

[YELLS]

The bad news is M.I.'s got

a 12-percent casualty drop rate

that's pretty hard to crack.

Five hundred meters to surface.

Retros in three, two, one.

[ALL EXCLAIM]

ONE-OH-ONE:

Bounce back, baby!

Oh, man,

you do that once,

and you wanna do it again.

Just like sex.

Even better.

Oh, yeah.

Not better than sex,

though.

RICO:

Welcome to the Mobile Infantry.

Now, cut the chatter

and get ready

to sh*t yourselves

all over again.

BABA:

What are you

talking about, sir?

RICO:

Look down, lieutenant.

BABA:

The surface is crawling

with Bugs.

What do we do, sir?

RICO:

Fire at will.

Oh, uh...

Kill them all, apes.

Clear a spot to land.

[BUGS SQUEALING]

[GRUNTING AND YELLING]

Form up.

Hold what you got.

Lieutenant,

get over here.

I can't, sir.

Too many of them!

Fine. Just hold your position.

Lieutenant Baba,

do not use the nuke.

BABA:

Where are you, colonel?

I can't see your beacon.

Four o'clock.

Eight hundred meters.

[SCREAMING]

Oh, sh*t.

[GROANS]

Reload!

Me too!

No, me first!

[BUG SQUAWKS]

[ALL SCREAM]

[ALL PANTING]

RICO:

Are you all right?

Yeah.

I think so, sir.

Ratzass.

Ratzass, what's your 20?

Lieutenant, go check

on the sergeant major.

Yes, sir.

ONE-OH-ONE:

Colonel, over here.

BABA:

What's wrong with him?

About to find out.

BABA:

Sergeant major?

Oh, God.

Damn it.

Looks like Ratzass popped a seal

and froze to death.

Present arms.

[ALL GASP]

Lost Patrol,

we've got work to do.

ONE-OH-ONE:

More Bugs.

On the bounce!

Again!

Hold your positions.

[ALL PANTING]

MAN:
Whoo!

[LAUGHTER]

Follow me.

Plasma Bugs.

If we don't kill them

all tonight,

they'll take Mars by morning.

You can get a speeding ticket

from a satellite,

but the Federation

misses this?

Yeah, someone with experience

screwed this pooch.

Ready nukes.

Lieutenant, you receiving

my fire coordinates?

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