Starship Troopers: Traitor of Mars Page #5

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Unfortunately, that's

a long, sad story.

Which happens

to be classified.

Classified?

Diz?

DIZ:

You'll find a way, Johnny.

You always do.

Oh, my God!

Oh, crap, what now?

Colonel Rico's

still alive!

Well,

how's that's bad?

Well, it's not bad,

it's good.

But it means

we left a man behind.

Mobile Infantry

doesn't leave people behind.

That's right. Now it's

our turn to do some rescuing.

You mean

go back to Mars?

We gotta get Colonel Rico back.

F***, yeah!

Now, look here, amigos,

what you're talking about

is a one-way rocket

right back to Bug city.

We're

the Mobile Infantry.

It's time

to get mobile.

Yeah. Don't ask why.

Ask why not.

Well, okay.

But how am I supposed

to land without retros?

You're the pilot.

Look for someplace soft.

Too bad

your head's not bigger.

[LAUGHTER]

[GRAVEL SHIFTING]

[]

[BUGS SCREECHING]

[THINKING]

Damn Bugs. You kill one,

and there's 10 more

to take its place.

[]

[GUN CLICKS]

Damn it.

You picked

a good day to die.

[GRUNTS]

[SCREECHES]

[]

[PANTING]

It is

a good day to die!

Okay.

BABA [OVER COMM]:

Head down, Colonel!

What?

Incoming!

BABA [OVER COMM]:

Colonel, are you okay?

Lieutenant Baba?

TROOPERS [OVER COMM]:

Hoo-ah!

Yes, sir, Colonel!

We knew

you'd make it.

[CHUCKLES]

[BOTH GRUNT]

This is not good.

Oh, my God.

No.

Everybody, jump.

This landing

ain't gonna be pretty.

Hey, what about you?

I am a mighty

Martian warrior,

as good as y'all,

and probably a whole lot better.

[GEORGE GRUNTING]

Kill them all!

See you, coz.

CAMACHO:

I thought he was funny.

And at least

he went out with a bang.

Yeah.

Colonel!

All right.

It's so great

to see you, sir.

Yeah. We're kind

of running out of time.

What's the situation,

Lieutenant?

Well, sir, we thought

it was pretty bad.

No sign of the Fleet,

and you left behind on Mars,

and no connection

to FedNet, even.

The Federation's

blown us off, sir.

BABA:
Why are they doing this?

ONE-OH-ONE:
Left us behind, sir.

CAMACHO:

Is it because

we're Martians?

There are no Martians

in my Mobile Infantry.

Only troopers

who follow orders.

Awaiting your orders, sir.

Good.

Our next mission

begins immediately.

We need to get to

that old terraforming tower.

[PATRIOTIC FLOURISH PLAYS]

[ALARM SOUNDING]

Fellow citizens,

today is a sad day, indeed.

Mars has gone silent,

her surface overwhelmed

by Arachnids

with no sign of survivors,

military or civilian.

We now stand

at a critical juncture.

After weighing our options,

I now believe

there is

only one thing left to do.

We must dare to destroy Mars.

Our war against the Bugs

cannot be won by committee,

or by debate,

or by due process.

It can only be won

by citizens who have

the guts to do what's right.

To make the hard decisions

that will ensure our safety,

and indeed,

the survival of our species.

Oh, Mars.

We forgive you for your fleeting

captivation with independence.

We will remember you

for your frontier spirit

and your sheer will

to survive.

And most of all, your refusal to

let Bugs set foot on your soil.

Long live Mars,

the god of war.

You have earned

my deepest respect.

And by my authority

as sky marshal,

I hereby grant you

eternal rest

along with all those Bugs!

[AUDIENCE APPLAUDING]

[COUNTDOWN BEEPING]

[BEEPING]

Huh?

Sorry to interrupt,

Sky Marshal,

but someone

has sabotaged MarsNet.

The citizens need to know

that we're still

in the fight for Mars.

What? No.

Captain.

I'm connected live

to Fort Kilo.

The Mobile Infantry

is alive and well.

But--

That's impossible.

See for yourself, Sky Marshal.

Are we live?

BABA:
We're on.

Rico here.

While engaging the enemy,

we discovered a live Q-bomb.

The thing was set

to blow by mistake,

so we shut

the thing down, pronto.

Yeah.

Just in time too, thanks

to some Martian troopers.

Hope that wasn't a problem.

We're gonna keep fighting,

and we're gonna kill

a lot of damn Bugs.

Lost Patrol.

ALL:

Hoo-ah!

We got this!

Mars ain't done for yet.

We're gonna cook up

some real Bug-BQ.

[TROOPERS LAUGHING]

ONE-OH-ONE:

With some sauce.

No. No.

So don't you worry,

Sky Marshal.

We're still here,

and we're gonna keep fighting.

And we're gonna win!

TROOPERS:

Hoo-ah!

CAMACHO:

Uh-oh! Colonel, look at that!

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RICO:

Well, here we go again.

Sh*t.

[SQUEALS]

RICO:
Fire!

[GROANS]

It looks like all the Bugs

are coming to this picnic.

If only there were a way

to crash their little party.

BABA:

Sir, the Bugs are gonna

tear this place apart.

Geo.

What happens if

you turn that thing on?

GEO:

You mean, like,

make some weather?

I mean rip the sky apart.

Can you do that?

The core's power's still live.

I think we can manage.

Do it.

I want full power.

We're going

for balls-out overload.

Give me 10 minutes.

Hey, Camacho,

you wanna help?

You bet!

[BUGS SCREECHING]

Lost Patrol,

Geo needs 10 minutes.

Make sure he gets it.

DUTCH:

What happens after 10 minutes?

They gonna make it rain?

Like Bugs

give a sh*t about water.

BABA:

No, that ain't how it works.

They're gonna overload

the reactor

and blow up the atmosphere.

Well, what about us?

Oh, sh*t.

Flip everything to full power.

CAMACHO:
You got it.

Seems easy enough.

[BUZZES]

[BUZZES]

[TURBINE POWERING UP]

Geo's doing

some good work.

Yeah, if you like watching

the whole world come apart.

You wanna live forever,

Lieutenant?

No, but a little longer

would be okay.

[THUNDER RUMBLING]

We're born

and raised on Mars.

Never seen storms

like this.

[SCREAMS]

Yeah!

[LAUGHS MANIACALLY]

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Too bad the good citizens

of the Federation

can't see this.

Yeah,

they ought to know

that someone's

still holding the line.

CARMEN [OVER COMM]:

The whole Federation's been

watching you guys,

this whole time.

RICO [OVER COMM]:

Carmen.

BABA:

Whoo-hoo! She's right.

My camera's linked to FedNet.

BABA:

Whoo-hoo! She's right.

My camera's linked to FedNet.

MALE REPORTER:

The Federation may have decided

that Mars is a lost cause

but not these troopers,

with their leader, Johnny Rico.

That's me!

Ha, ha! That's me!

DUTCH:

What?

You shitting me?

Yeah, look.

Eyes up.

[SQUEALS]

ONE-OH-ONE:

I can't hold them

much longer, Colonel.

We gotta blow

the bridge.

Not yet, we don't.

Geo makes the call.

Excuse me

while I rip the sky.

That's the last one.

We're in business.

That does it. This tower

is now one big weather bomb.

Good work, troopers.

Everyone in the Lost Patrol

is a hero today.

I'm gonna savor this moment

the rest of my life.

All five minutes of it.

One-Oh-One,

kill the bridge.

Roger.

Lost Patrol,

let the Bugs have this.

Geo, we're coming up.

Then we're getting

the hell out of here.

Getting out?

Which way is out?

Follow me.

Geo, how many

minutes we got?

GEO [OVER COMM]:

Eight, maybe?

BABA:

Ha! "Maybe"?

You've gotta be kidding me.

[SCREECHES]

[DUTCH GRUNTING]

BABA:

Dutch!

Why do I always

get ripped in half?

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