Starship Troopers 2 Page #3

Oh, it was nothing, sir.

I'll get back to work on the com now.

- Attaboy, Peck.

- Way to go, Peck.

Peck. Peck. Peck.

All right.

Dax, the charges

against you are serious...

...but I can't afford to lose a man

of your experience.

Give me your word

as an officer you'll do your duty.

I'm no longer an officer, general,

but I'll give you my word as a man.

Your rank is restored

until your guilt or innocence...

...is determined by a hearing.

Well, I can assure you

I killed Colonel Hohlback.

Then I guarantee you'll hang, but until

then, I expect you to do your duty.

- Yes, sir.

- I want forward OP.

Three watches a day.

Fences fail, troopers get lazy.

- You carry on, captain.

- Yes, sir.

Something I can do for you?

I just came to say thanks

for saving my ass.

That's the job.

How come you don't sleep inside

like everyone else?

I figure this is where

the enemy will show up.

No telling what kind of fun

you could get in out here, huh?

- Are you flirting with me, soldier?

- No, sir, I don't flirt.

- Never?

- Never ever, sir.

- Well, you're the real deal.

- The genuine article.

And you want some action.

You'll get all the action you want

after the Bugs show up.

You know...

...it's all the waiting that gets me.

Oh, I see.

You need something

to occupy your mind.

Come here.

That's good right there.

Drop and give me 100.

- Sir?

- You got a lot of energy, trooper.

Now get down and start counting.

Yes, sir.

One, two, three, four...

...five, six, seven...

Make it 200.

You lose something?

Yo, you're the new guy, so l...

Can we play too?

I got mess duty.

- Thanks for the wake up, Soda.

- Pleasure.

You sure you know

what you're doing?

Oh, I got a pretty good idea, but...

...you know,

practice does make perfect.

Nice.

Come on, Billie.

No, no, forget it, Sandee. He's a jerk.

Hey, Sandee...

- What's with her?

- Horton's with the new girl.

- Sipping some Soda.

- Ain't war hell?

Who goes there?

Horton?

Oh, it's you.

Sorry.

You okay?

No.

- Anything I can do?

- No.

At least let me take a look

at that cut on your chin.

This? It's just a scratch.

General wants everybody tiptop.

- Hey, Joe?

- Yeah?

How long have you been out here?

- All my life, it seems like.

- Yeah, I know what you mean.

I've been here for eight months,

and I've only seen the sun twice.

Might be a little easier

if you took your helmet off, Jill.

God, what happened to your fingers?

- You know, muzzle burn.

- That looks really bad.

Hey, who's the medic here

anyway, huh?

Hey, Joe.

Yeah?

Has anybody ever told you

what a nice smile you have?

Yeah.

Probably.

Feeling better?

No.

Do you want to?

- What happened to her, corporal?

- Just a nosebleed, sir.

She's gonna be fine.

- How do you feel?

- You know how I feel.

What gives?

It looks like we got

a couple new couples.

No wonder we're losing this war.

Everyone's f***ing instead of fighting.

What are you looking at?

- Get back to work.

- I'll get to work.

- Good morning, captain.

- What makes you think so?

Why, are we in for it?

- Sooner or later.

- You got time for breakfast?

You're welcome to join me, as long as

you don't expect cheerful conversation.

Not a morning person, huh?

No, I'm a miserable, murdering bastard.

- And that's on a good day.

- What's a bad day like?

Any one day in particular

you're interested in?

No.

That second lieu-y

send you to question me?

- Lieutenant Dill? He thinks I'm an idiot.

- Are you?

- Me? Yeah. Definitely.

- Trust me, I got you beat.

Well, I fell in love, and I got busted

down from corporal for fraternisation.

- So who wants to be a corporal?

- Here's the idiot part.

He got killed.

You really some kind of psychic?

Yeah. Maybe. I guess.

Not like Dill, not Psi Corps.

Well, your fella...

...did you know he was gonna

buy the farm?

It doesn't work that way.

Well, that's good, I guess.

Maybe that's why I don't

believe in all that bunk.

Those tags belong

to the troopers that you lost...

...and you wear them because you feel

responsible for what happened.

That's a lucky guess.

- Why'd you kill your CO?

- You tell me.

I'm not that good.

He gave some stupid orders

that got kids killed.

One day too many,

or too many one day.

- Maybe I'm the wheel that broke.

- You ought to forgive yourself.

It's war.

Don't spend too much time

around me, trooper.

I'd hate to end up wearing your tags.

Stupid Bug.

You're relieved.

Thanks.

Hey... Hey, trooper?

Who's that?

Peck.

Hey, sarge, what do you need?

Well, I could use a hand.

Buddy, anything I can do

for you is aces by me.

You think you could

lie down on the fl...?

- The floor?

- Floor. And reach behind the cons...

I got it, I got it. You want me to lay on

the floor and reach behind the console.

Okay.

Here we go.

Son of a...

How's this?

Oh, God!

Help!

Gotta keep quiet.

Help! Help!

We got com.

We got com.

This is Hotel Delta 185 to Fleet Rescue.

Come in, Fleet Rescue.

This is Hotel Delta 185 to Fleet Rescue.

- This is...

- How's that report coming?

Well, I'm not so much writing a report

as building your gallows, Dax.

- I didn't take you for a carpenter.

- Shift to Command frequency.

There was this other carpenter

a few thousand years ago...

...a better man than you or me.

Well, that carpentry business

was the death of him.

Be careful of what you build

and what crosses you bear.

- Hotel Delta 185 to Fleet Command.

- Lieutenant.

Roger, Hotel Delta,

this is Fleet Command. Over.

This is the 701 st Mobile Infantry,

Bravo Company, requesting pickup.

Take a number, MI.

We got stragglers all over the planet.

- What's your name, sailor?

- Fleet Lieutenant Mary Klinghof.

- Getting smart won't help you, jarhead.

- You listen up, fruit fly.

This is General Jack Gordon Shepherd.

And if somebody doesn't make

this pickup their priority...

...Im gonna make it

my priority to come down...

...and chew out some Fleet-ass,

starting with you.

Sorry, sir, I didn't know

who I was talking to.

- That's because you're a moron.

- Yeah.

Yes, sir, but we got

a lot of wounded out there.

The wounded come first. Any excuses

after that come out of your butt.

Shepherd, out.

Where's Peck?

I'm gonna give him a medal.

- Asleep, sir. Dead on his feet.

- Well, he's earned it.

- Any day on that door, Brick.

- We're all waiting for something, sarge.

- But it ain't the door.

- Outstanding.

Not you, trooper.

- Lucky guess.

- We're all gonna die.

- What would you know about glory?

- It doesn't work that way.

- Lf he won't fight, shoot him!

- No!

- Sahara.

- I haven't seen him.

- Wake up.

- The wheel that broke.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Give me a little more.

Don't be shy. Come on.

Yeah. Oh, trouble at the trough.

It's gonna get ugly.

- What's eating Tor, huh?

- Not you.

Yeah, I guess you're right.

War does some weird things to people.

Everything okay?

No, I'm... Yeah, I'm fine.

- You look a little shaky, trooper.

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