Starship Troopers 2 Page #2

You never kill them all, son.

All right, who's got...?

A light.

Otter, take a knee.

- You see those busted wires there?

- Yes, sir.

You got the wiggle room, kid.

Splice them together.

Trooper, hand me that...

Where's your knife?

I must have lost it, sir.

Anyone who loses his knife in my unit

would be strung up for lashes, kid.

You want to be careful

with the red wire.

We got movement!

Horton, illumination round.

Hold your fire, we're coming through!

It's the general.

I see him!

He's bringing home two.

He's bringing home three.

Wonder who didn't make it.

Hope it wasn't Goldy.

He was nice to me on my first day.

It's those little things that count.

Yeah, like doing your goddamn job.

Hostiles! Right on your general's ass!

Come on, kid!

Outstanding.

- That stinks!

- You get so you like it after a while.

- Son, I'll never forget it.

- Me neither, sir.

What kind of a-hole do you think I am?

Put her there!

Welcome back, sir.

I don't know who you are,

but you're aces with me.

It's nothing personal, general.

I'm just doing my job.

Hey, fellas, let me give you a hand.

Hell, I got a dog back home

weighs more than she does.

Well, look what the cat drug in!

You should see that damn cat!

We're in the shitter, huh?

- We got a chance.

- Good to see you.

Want the bad news or the bad news?

- I almost forgot your knife.

- Keep it, kid.

- No, I couldn't.

- Trooper needs a knife.

Officers just tell troopers

where to die.

- That's not really true, is it, sir?

- Watch out for officers, son.

It's their job to get you killed.

First wave came in,

and Deke and Slater were killed.

Came in again and that...

That kid Goldy was gone.

And then it was just...

...me and O'Hara.

That magnificent son of a b*tch.

We held them.

I tell you, this...

...star don't mean a hill of beans when

you're caught between sh*t and sweat.

And then these two beautiful

bastards show up.

These two here, and they're carrying

a couple of grenades...

...and they got a boatload of gumption.

And they saved my sorry ass!

And I'd like to introduce you to them.

This is Corporal Joe Griff,

Medical Corps.

And this is Technical

Sergeant Ari Peck.

And I can't tell you a thing about

Sleeping Beauty over here...

...because she snored through

the whole damn thing.

That's Private Soda, sir.

She didn't sleep after our

unit got chopped down.

Found Peck the next day,

what, about five days ago?

Everybody's gotta sleep sometime.

What's your story, Peck?

32nd Tech Brigade,

sole survivor, sir!

That's me.

Been out there about a month,

near as I can tell.

That's a long time.

Pretty long, yeah. I guess.

Well, then, we got to get you home.

Lieutenant Dill.

- Yes, sir!

- Has pickup been arranged?

- Sergeant Peck, can I talk to you?

- Yes, sir?

You think you can make this com talk

and squawk like it ought to?

Well, you can bet I'll die trying, sir.

- Get some sleep and try later.

- Oh, no, no. I'll get on this right now.

That's outstanding, sergeant!

You're a credit to your

Mobile Infantry unit. Thank you.

When is the last time

you took a shower?

Let's worry about the sniff factor

after we get our asses unslung.

Yes, sir.

We could sit pretty tight if we could

shut this door, sergeant.

I'll get someone on it.

At least there's one man looking

in the right direction.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong with her, corporal?

It's the wind, sir.

Dries out the membranes.

- She'll be fine when she wakes up.

- She's got the right idea.

Good night, troopers.

Get some sleep, all of you!

That's an order.

- And, Dill...

- Yes, sir.

I want a full report of today's

action when I wake up...

...explaining how you got five

of my troopers killed.

Yes, sir.

You heard the man.

Hit the sack!

Not you, trooper.

Yes, sir?

Letting that criminal loose is a

court-martial offence, private.

I thought he could help us.

You thought the judgment of a murderer

was preferable to an officer's?

Well, that'll make for a hell

of a compelling defence.

I wasn't thinking, sir.

It was intuition.

Intuition?

I had no idea you were psychic.

I scored high when I was a kid, sir.

Really?

Why aren't you wearing the black?

I became inconsistent, sir.

Onset of puberty?

It happens to you women.

- When is it gonna happen to you?

- Excuse me?

Puberty. I hear it's a necessary step

on the way to becoming a man.

You're addressing an

officer of the Federation.

Shove that officer crap

up your Buster Brown.

An officer who behaves

as you did today...

...and takes it out

on a trooper ain't a man!

I'm not a man? What kind of a man

turns his back on the Federation?

I'm glad you asked.

I trained a generation of people to

throw themselves into the grinder.

The Federation chewed them up

and spit them out.

So now when they say, " Push on

to glory," I say, "What glory?"

What would you know about glory?

You call yourself a hero?

No, son. That's something other people

call you, and it's really just a trick.

When you throw your life away, instead

of fool, they call you hero.

And as for glory, ask her. She'll

tell you everything you need to know!

How dare you?

Just one man's opinion.

No, it's not. It's treason!

Then maybe you ought to shoot me.

Now, there's something

we agree on.

Well, go ahead. Take out that

popgun and have at it, soldier.

I believe in the rules and regulations

that the Federation stands for.

Very good, lieutenant!

But you left out the kids.

- What?

- Cowards.

They always hide behind

rules and children.

I'll see you hang!

Just so long as it's regulation rope.

Oh, let's see.

Got your mystery meat sticks,

egg caps, hardtack, beans.

Insta-veggie meal,

Choco-pudding Delite.

Sweet tooth, huh?

Taps in 15 minutes.

I'll get you!

Nice to have you with us, trooper.

You've been out for a long time.

How you feeling?

I feel good, sir.

You fit for duty?

Raring to go.

Well, that's outstanding.

What's the ETA on a door

we can shut, gentlemen?

Well, sir, I think that should do it.

If you'll hold on...

- Watch out for the cables!

- The cables. Stop it! Stop it!

Do it, do it, do it.

Sh*t.

Great, you welded

the damn thing open.

You idiots.

All personnel to the perimeter.

Troopers, you heard the man.

Let's go!

Get moving!

Take that weapon. Come on.

Sandee, Horton, Soda, Brick,

come on, you lazy bastards.

Let's move it.

Move, move, move, move!

Sahara.

You two over there, you two

front and running. Where's my OP?

Man your post! Go, go, go!

- What's wrong?

- General, there's something...

Move!

Scouting parties, sir, 100 metres out.

When they figure

that fence is down...

...they're gonna show up like relatives

to a rich man's funeral.

- Let there be light.

- Yeah.

- Yeah!

- Here we go. We got power.

That's what I'm talking about.

I can see you now.

Hey, general?

- Peck, is this your doing?

- It's a little wonky...

...but it'll hold. I hope.

You have our tremendous

gratitude, Peck.

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