I'm doing my part.
They're doing their part, are you?
Join the mobile infantry.
The truth is the military didn't need to advertise.
Basically everybody wanted to be a Trooper after Operation Pest Control.
When the mobile infantry wiped out the nasty bug infestation threatening...
...our research stations on Pluto, enlisting was no longer just patriotic, it was cool.
Few thought there'd be actual combat, and nobody thought the bugs would return.
Troopers of the Valley Forge, we must meet this threat...
...with courage and strength, secure in the knowledge...
...that we will emerge victorious...
...in the name of the Strategically Integrated Coalition of Nations.
Sicon, or as most Troopers affectionately called it, Psycho.
Hey, at least the bugs brought the world together, right?
It was supposed to be a quick hit and run.
Who knew we were actually headed straight for the first interstellar war?
Many of these Troopers were combat veterans of Pest Control.
Brutto, Doc, Gossard...
...all members of the squad called Razak's Roughnecks...
...heading back to Pluto for a little mop up.
Dizzy Flores and Johnny Rico were rookies.
This was their first drop.
They had no idea what they were in for.
That's me. I was trained to be a reporter, not a fighter.
Higgins, let's go.
But right out of school, Fed Net put me with the Roughnecks...
...to cover the campaign.
This is the guy you got to keep your eye on.
I know Johnny Rico doesn't look like a hero-type right now...
...but trust me, he's going to be a legend.
Rico, our first drop.
We're talking huge life moment here. You're not even a little excited?
No.
Think about the stories we could tell our kids.
Dizzy....
She's too rich for your blood, my friend.
Earth to Rico. Earth to Rico. Come in, please.
Sorry. Did you say something?
Hatches sealed.
Lock down complete.
Prepare for launch.
Sergeant Brutto, you've seen the enemy before, face to face.
What can we expect?
Expect ugly, like nothing you've ever seen.
Give the man a mirror.
In fact, some got big red eyes just like you.
Maybe you're one of them. Might have to squash you.
-Sergeant. -Lieutenant.
I don't believe it. Mr. Razak?
Heads up, Troopers.
You will be dropped at 8:00.
You will follow your POA.
You will engage the bugs until all civilians are safely evacuated.
Do you get me, Roughnecks?
Sir, we get you, sir.
Sir?
What is it, Paper Boy?
Have we tried to negotiate with the bugs?
The bugs can smell human blood from a kilometre away, through skin...
...through suits, through steel.
They feel no pain and have no emotions. Their only desire is to kill you.
They are not life as we know it. Is that clear?
You can't negotiate with something that has no soul.
You blew it, man. You should have got that on film.
-Did you know? -No.
I knew when Razak quit teaching he'd go back into the military....
It's not bad enough he flunked me, now he's my commanding officer.
Lieutenant, we're missing a grunt.
Jenkins, Special Ops.
Private.
Special Ops.
Psychic freaks.
Carl.
Hey, guys.
Hey, where have you been?
Well, Special Ops decided I had some talents they wanted to develop.
Like what? Eating steak with the generals while we were sucking mud in boot camp?
Not exactly.
Soldiers, suit up.
Drop in five.
Live forever, Apes.
Welcome to Pluto where the temperature is a brisk 378 degrees below zero.
This is a research facility with 125 scientists and their dependants.
We're here to ensure the safety of these people, people.
No movement. If anybody's inside, they're not breathing.
Something's here.
I said, "No movement."
Maybe I should stay here with you guys.
You know, get some exterior shots.
Make sure you get my good side.
Lieutenant.
Come and get it.
Cease fire.
Flores, you're still making the same mistakes you did as a student.
Think first, act second.
Yes, sir.
I think we're clean.
That's what your scanner said last time.
Hey, misreads happen.
-It could have been magnetic interference. -It could have been operator error.
Lieutenant, there's something out here you should see.
Diz, those stories we're going to tell our kids....
Prepare to engage.
Gossard, coordinates.
Coordinates? They're right here.
300 meters.
We're sitting ducks here. Why aren't we retreating?
No retreat, no surrender.
150 meters.
I think you're going to want to get this on tape.
-Now? -Hold your fire.
75 meters.
Let's go.
Steady.
10 meters.
Troopers, fire.
Marauders, lock plasma.
Let's rain on their parade.
That firewall gives us 10 minutes to receive backup...
...or rendezvous with the retrieval ship. Roughnecks, up the ledge.
Alpha Team to Blue Leader, come in Blue Leader.
Watching the war on TV is a whole lot different than living it.
We have an R triple D. Do you read?
R triple D. That's code?
Yes, really deep doo-doo.
Request immediate ground support.
Negative, Alpha Team. No squads available.
Charlie, Delta, and Echo squads were dropped in range of our position.
All squads designated R triple D.
We are in a crisis situation.
Will provide retrieval at earliest opportunity. Over.
Crisis situation.
Like we need him to tell us that.
The bugs were waiting, planning.
Bugs got no brains.
It doesn't mean they don't have some kind of intelligence. Somewhere.
Lieutenant, company's coming.
-Who? -Indeterminate mobile mass.
Family size.
Basic training never mentioned those.
We didn't know about those.
The bug is like a walnut. You can't crack the shell.
Marauder is down.
Doc, Gossard, status?
We're turtles.
Brutto, Rico, go.
Inbound.
We are out of here.
No.
What, they're just going to leave us here?
lncoming.
Dizzy, Carl.
Rico, wait.
Rico, fall back.
I said, fall back.
He's crazier than you.
I love that in a man.
Say, "Ah."
Rico.
-Rico. -Looks like he found the tunnels.
Rico, come in.
Anything?
Nothing on Rico, but I see a pretty bird coming to fly us away.
We can't leave. We have a man down there.
With all due respect, little lady, that Ape is a goner.
-No, he's not. -Listen, nut case--
Jenkins, Flores, I'm going in. You up for this?
One for all and all for one, sir.
-Lieutenant? -Tell the retrieval ship to wait 10 minutes.
If we're not back by then, move out.
The Lieutenant's insane.
Hey, we're fighting giant bugs on freaking Pluto, man. We're all insane.
Brutto, take point.
Doc, Gossard, stay outside the crater.
If the first thing that comes up is a bug, blow the whole area and evac.
Are you okay?
Ask me later.
That looks like the overgrown tick you rode up top.
Apes, up!
Rico, move it.
That's an order!
Come on, bug face.
Give me all you got.
And I was hoping to blow something up.
-Been there. -Done that.
Big time.
Private, you disobeyed a direct order and almost got yourself killed.
That is not acceptable in my squad.
-You get me? -Sir, I get you, sir.
Gutsy, son.
Come on, hero.
That first day on Pluto was a real learning experience for everybody.
Sicon learned the bugs weren't going quietly this time.
We learned how to stay alive another 24 hours.
And Johnny Rico discovered a strength he didn't know he had.
Good thing because we were going to need it.
Pluto: Day four.
Things were not going well.
Sicon had somehow underestimated the size of the bug forces...
...and we Apes knew something the Intel experts didn't:
For every bug you see, there are 10 more that you don't.
Eventually official sources determined that more than one million bugs...
...covered Pluto versus 10,000 Troopers.
Vegas odds.
Doc, Rico, Carl, perimeter defence.
Hey, hero, you got a bull's-eye on your back?
What?
You get their attention up there while I pick them off...
...from the safety of this trench.
Rico, Carl, what part of the LT's order did you not understand?
-Move your butts. -Sir, yes, sir.
I don't remember seeing this in those recruitment commercials.
Maybe we should sue.
After the war, declassified psych profiles showed...
...that a majority of the Troopers enlisted for patriotic reasons.
Victory appears imminent.
Military officials insist the bug is no match...
...for the fighting men and women of the Sicon forces.
Uncover your potential.
Live the adventure.
Join the mobile infantry today.
But Johnny Rico never fit the profile.
Lieutenant Carmen Ibanez reporting for duty.
Ibanez, this is your flight training officer, Major Zander Barcalow.
-Sir. -Lieutenant.
Ibanez, you must be looking forward to joining the action on Pluto.
Yes, sir, I'm anxious to do my part and make a difference.
But I have heard that things aren't going well.
Rumours are for enlisted men, Lieutenant.
The bug infestation is well under control.
Your mission is to retrieve the scientific group located at the McHenry outpost...
...on the north edge of Quad 18.
Sir, if the bugs are well under control, why do these people need to leave?
This being your first mission, Lieutenant, I'd think you had enough to worry about...
...without questioning orders.
Sir, yes, sir.
Lesson number one, being a fleet officer isn't just about piloting a ship...
...it's also knowing when to keep your mouth shut.
All the hull sensors are in the red.
Slow down.
-Really, sir, I can handle this. -That is what every rookie says.
-This isn't a simulator. -Yes, sir.
You know, sir, we've actually met before, in high school...
...right after a homecoming game when you threw five touchdown passes.
I was dating one of your receivers.
He introduced us.
You'd think I would've remembered something like that.
You'd think.
It came from the surface of the planet. Anti-aircraft fire?
Sorry, Lieutenant, lesson over.
Escort One, Escort Two, this is Big Dog.
What is your status?
Big Dog, this is Escort Two, extensive damage. Peeling off.
We're hit. Stabilising thrusters off-line.
Heat shield compromised.
Malfunction in the boosters.
I'm going to head for the target area. Prepare for emergency landing.
Are you okay?
The radio is dead. So are we if we don't move.
The outpost.
Open up. Somebody.
Open the door.
It's jammed.
Lesson number two, Lieutenant. Your rifle is more effective with the safety off.
-Major Zander Barcalow. -Lieutenant Carmen Ibanez.
Thanks for the rescue.
Funny, that's what we were hoping to say to you.
-Are you whole? -I think so.
But that was cutting it pretty close.
I could've taken him earlier, but I figured you'd want a pretty close-up...
...for the Fed Net nightly news.
Hey, guys.
Nothing like a bug hunt to get your juices flowing.
So what do you do to relax, Flores, bungee jump without the cord?
Hey, no guts, no glory.
-No brains. -No kidding.
Heads up, Roughnecks. New orders from command.
Immediate recon with Delta Squad in the southwestern quadrant.
Check your rigs.
-Move in five. -Sir, yes, sir.
Anybody bring sunscreen? I hear it's a balmy 275 degrees...
...below zero down south.
This is Lieutenant Carmen Ibanez of the Federal Fleet.
This is an emergency.
-Does anyone read me? Over. -Carmen?
What's she doing in bug country?
Copy that, Lieutenant.
This is Lieutenant Razak, Alpha Team.
What is your status?
Sir, I've reached an Ml unit.
Lieutenant Razak, Alpha Team.
This is Major Zander Barcalow, Federal Fleet.
My ship was downed by enemy fire inside Quad 18.
Barcalow?
Hey, the high school football hero hanging with the prom queen.
What are the odds?
Our position is the McHenry research outpost.
Two military personnel and seven civilians, warrior bugs control the perimeter.
Request immediate evac.
Affirmative. Your coordinates are locked. Alpha Team responding.
I appreciate that, Lieutenant, but my request is an emergency evac...
...by a fleet retrieval ship, not by an Ml ground squad.
Please relay message to fleet command.
Major, as of 9:00 Quad 18 has been designated a hot zone.
Air support restricted. Do you read?
I read, Lieutenant.
Backup from your squad is appreciated, but I think fleet will respond...
...to a distress call from one of its premium pilots.
Premium horse's behind.
Copy that, Major Barcalow.
Alpha Team will relay that message.
Brutto, contact fleet command.
Roughnecks, move out.
Why are we bothering, LT?
He thinks fleet can handle this better. Let him wait.
Another retrieval ship will be here soon.
Everything is under control.
The place crawls, sir.
Here is a big surprise:
Fleet says there is a long delay getting into Quad 18.
-Mucho bug activity. -We can take them, sir.
-We can? -Since when did you become a hero?
Troopers, first priority is to clear a corridor for air support.
But we have to get the civilians out, sir.
Jenkins, what's your reading?
This outpost has only two entry points:
The door you came in and the loading dock...
...which we welded shut after one of the arachnids paid us a visit.
We should be secure in this central lab until the retrieval ship arrives.
Sir, maybe we should check the welds on the loading dock. You never know.
I don't think we need to worry everybody unnecessarily.
Do you?
You're right, sir.
-Piece of cake. -You can have my slice.
On the other hand, what's life without a few tiny challenges?
Gossard, on point.
The rest of you Apes keep alert and stay off the radios.
COM links only. Start climbing.
Move.
Rico, Brain Boy, it's your lucky day.
You two greenies get to haul this baby upstairs.
-We should have moved on that outpost. -Rico, Razak has been here before.
He knows what he's doing.
Move out.
Hey, Gossard, you're getting slow.
That's what every rookie says.
Rico, that suit is worth more than you and your freaky pal put together.
Get focused or the damage is coming out of your pay.
Nothing from nothing is nothing.
-What was that? -Nothing.
Lieutenant, did I scare you?
No, I just wouldn't want to shoot you accidentally, sir.
You don't have to address me as "sir" when we're alone, Carmen.
Call me Zander.
I'm not sure I can do that. I should check on the others.
I need you to get on that radio again and dialog Fleet Command.
See what is taking them so long.
Yes, sir.
Zander, sir.
McHenry Outpost to Fleet Command. Come in Fleet Command.
Carmen.
This is an emergency. Do you read?
Lieutenant said to stay off the radio.
Carmen, look behind you.
McHenry Outpost. Carmen, do you read?
Rico, is that you?
Get out of there now. Bug behind you.
-Anything? -Get down.
You did warn me not to sneak up on you.
I suggest we find a stronger defensive position and relocate the civilians.
Carmen, are you okay?
I thought I said, com links only, Private.
You better check yourself from the neck up, mister.
You have put this entire squad at risk.
There were bugs inside the building, sir. Lives were at stake.
I felt it was the right thing to do.
War is not about feelings, Private. Bugs have antennae.
If your communication gave away our position...
...no one is coming out of that compound alive.
Trouble.
What is it?
Bugs!
That has got to hurt.
Carl!
Carl, hang on.
I guess I won't be getting paid until I'm 80.
Radical reconstructive surgery is the only option.
Leg is that bad?
Leg is fine.
I was talking about your face.
Rico, Jenkins, that marauder suit was your responsibility.
Sir, I thought that--
You don't think, Trooper, you follow orders.
Wrong, Sergeant.
Private Rico used his head to determine a course of action.
This time it was the right one.
We're out of ammo and the flame thrower is on E.
Perhaps I can whip up something for a bug barbecue.
Gossard, tactical assessment?
Small plutonium charges planted under their shells.
I'm good to go, sir.
Not with that leg.
I'll do it. I'm the fastest guy you've got.
It's a mixture of psychohexane. It should detonate on contact.
Look out!
We need to get out of here now.
Release the red safety.
Sixty second delay.
Once the countdown starts there's no stopping it.
I hope you're Olympic material.
-Flores, evac now. -Yes, sir.
I thought our ride would have been here by now.
They'll come, Lieutenant. You'll see.
Blue Leader, air space in Quad 18 is clear.
Alpha Team, this is Blue Leader. Copy that.
Somebody call for a cab?
You're the one who saved them all, she just doesn't know it.
We know it.
What do you think this is, Apes? R and R?
Move out.
That was the thing about a victory on Pluto...
...no cheering, no ticker-tape parades, just on to the next sector, the next battle.
There was always another battle.
Don't you think you should take me to dinner first?
Since when do you play hard to get?
After days of fighting, Sicon forces have reclaimed...
...a half-dozen enemy strongholds on Pluto.
Additional Ml units are currently penetrating the southwest sector...
...a territory the bug army has controlled since the beginning of this conflict.
Roughnecks, right flank assault.
I'm in trouble.
Definitely in trouble.
Don't make me use this.
-Lieutenant Razak. -Higgins.
Higgins! Double back.
-Lieutenant? -You take care of the paper boy.
Seven-ten split.
Gossard.
Gossard, are you okay?
The bug has got a nasty left hook.
Better have Doc take a look at you.
-You hurt? -No, I'm fine.
Guys, thanks, I mean--
We know.
No concussion.
Gossard's thick skull finally came in handy.
Higgins.
Higgins, son, nothing personal, but your inability to defend yourself...
...is compromising the safety of my squad.
I'm requesting you be shipped earth side.
Lieutenant, this is my first assignment. You've got to give me a chance.
-I'll do whatever you say. -You don't belong here.
Sir, please, I studied to be a reporter, not a Trooper, but I'm willing to learn.
It doesn't seem like you're being fair.
Rico.
Higgins didn't sign up for this, but he's willing to tough it out.
That should count for something.
Okay, Private, you want him, you train him.
Sir?
As of this moment, Higgins is your primary responsibility.
You are to turn this greenie into an efficient member of the Mobile lnfantry.
Failure is not an option.
-Do you read me? -Yes, sir.
Hey, thanks.
No problem.
-You know, I won't let you down. -I know.
It's going to be a piece of cake.
Flores, 30 seconds, 77 enemy hits.
Higgins, 30 seconds, two enemy hits, two Trooper hits.
Two of them, two of us.
At least he is fair.
I can't believe I volunteered for this.
Not bad, Diz, puts you second in the standings right behind me.
Keep looking over your shoulder, Goss.
Yes, ma'am, I will.
-You okay? -Fine, fine.
Still just a little fuzzy.
Come on. I'll help you back to your bunk, old man.
I'm hopeless.
I'm never going to get the hang of this thing.
Yes, you will.
You don't have a choice, and neither do l.
Now, listen up.
When you fire a weapon, there are only two things to remember:
Exhale and squeeze.
-Hey, guys. -Diz, sit, take a load off.
Thanks, but I can't. I'm taking this to Gossard.
You two have been getting pretty tight.
What? You jealous?
Maybe you should, you know, keep your guard up.
And maybe you should mind your own business.
You're not my father, you're not my boyfriend...
...so back off, Rico. I can take care of myself.
Get your gear, people.
Sicon has asked us to evac a demo squad.
We move in 10.
Rico, take it easy with Dizzy, okay?
What are you talking about?
You know, try not to keep her hanging, making her think she's got a shot with you.
Why would I do that?
Backup maybe, in case Carmen's a no go.
Dizzy is like my sister.
Just looking out for her, that's all.
Vector squad was surrounded by a pack of bugs at the bottom of a canyon...
...in Southwest Sector Eight.
They were running out of ammo...
...and time.
Gossard, pretty fast recovery for somebody who couldn't make it to mess hall.
Maybe I just like room service.
You're going to be fine, all right? Just remember to breathe.
Not that much.
Vector squad, this is Alpha team. Come in.
Alpha team, this is Vector. Go ahead.
We are in position, propeller line drop will begin after scatter bomb diversion.
Affirmative, Alpha team. The sooner the better. Vector out.
Brutto, Doc, Jenkins, Flores, scatter bombs along the south ridge.
Gossard, Rico, Higgins, ready lines for deployment.
What is that?
Blue Leader, this is Alpha team.
We're under attack in Southwest Sector Eight.
Request immediate aerial backup.
Battle stations.
Report to battle stations immediately.
Apes, cloud is rolling in.
Move, move.
Don't give up too easy, do you? Well, me neither.
Don't do this.
Dizzy! Get behind that rock and stay there. If they get too close, take it down.
Easy for you to say.
Better late than never.
Eagle One, this is Big Dog.
Prepare for sequential attack. Stay on my wing.
Copy, Big Dog.
Air to air missiles. Ready?
Engage.
Those things can take a punch.
Rico, can I ask you something?
Higgins, you can do it. Just exhale and squeeze.
Not that.
I was just wondering, why did you stick your neck out for me?
It just didn't seem right to blame a guy for some higher-up's decision.
Besides, there is no way you're getting to go home before me.
Exhale and squeeze. Exhale and squeeze.
I think I'm getting the hang of this.
Lieutenant, second swarm, northwest.
They're moving for the canyon.
Vector's going to get BLT'd.
Vector squad, this is Alpha team. Bogies out of the northwest.
We need a diversion. Brutto, check ammo reserves.
Never knew what hit them.
You want the honours?
Don't mind if I do.
Very nice.
Big Dog.
Mayday, this is Eagle One.
Carmen, I'm right behind you.
Valley Forge, this is Big Dog. Eagle One is down.
Carmen, move it.
15 plasma rockets, 10 anti-matter grenades and 7 laser mags.
We dish it out, and these overgrown mosquitoes keep coming back for more.
The pulse rifles are having no effect, and the lasers are just drawing them in.
Listen up.
There's not enough explosives to knock off the airborne threat one by one.
We have to draw the bugs away from the canyon as a group...
...and wipe them out with one big blast.
How about serving them a big plate of laser chow?
Not enough laser mags left for that much bait.
What if we had something to magnify the laser fire?
Such as?
Flores, lock and load your marita with the remaining laser mags.
Gossard, prep a toad charge with the plasma rockets.
It's feeding time.
Go.
Lieutenant, new bug hole in the canyon. Vector's getting thrashed.
Flores, on my signal, aim a direct stream into the lens.
When the enemy is in range, detonate the toad charge.
Blue Leader, inform fighters to clear area.
Copy that.
Maintain your fire.
Vector squad airborne threat is under control.
Prepare for evac.
Finally, back to fighting bugs that crawl.
Alpha Team to Blue Leader.
Request immediate retrieval from southwest sector.
That was so cool. I'm beginning to like this soldier stuff.
Lieutenant, all clear. Headed topside.
Nice shooting, Trooper.
Thank you, sir.
We'll have to requisition you another one.
-How is your head? -Better.
Although, I think somebody ought to keep an eye on me just in case.
As it turned out, the airborne threat had not been eliminated.
Not even close.
Nobody had any idea where all the reinforcements were coming from.
If we didn't find the source soon, winning this bug war wasn't a long shot...
...it was basically impossible.
Day nine of the Pluto campaign.
To say that we were in trouble would be an understatement.
Intel reports claimed the MI assault on Sector 459...
...had a high probability of success.
As usual, Intel was wrong.
And the buzzer sounds. Final score: Humans 30, Bugs 0.
You got to admit, she's got a real knack for this.
Alpha team, this is Blue Leader. Come in.
Blue Leader, this is Alpha Team. I read you. Over.
Report immediately to Field HQ for reassignment, over.
We still have enemy activity in Sector 459.
Charlie and Tango squads will engage, Alpha team.
Will advise further upon arrival.
Blue Leader out.
-We're breaking contact? -No way. This luau was just getting good.
LT, Tango and Charlie couldn't find snow in a blizzard without backup.
On the other hand, an order is an order, right, sir?
If Sicon says move out, we move out.
That's what you told me an hour ago. Get me an accurate ETA now.
Are you Razak?
That's affirmative.
Lieutenant Earl Walker, lntel. Follow me.
The POA is to capture a live plasma bug and deliver it to lntel for scientific study.
Location of target is behind enemy lines.
We will have 24 hours before rendezvous with a retrieval ship.
What does he mean "we"?
-When it is an lntel offensive... -...they take command.
Lieutenant Razak, I need you and your squad ready to move in 10.
You heard the Lieutenant, Apes!
Sir, yes, sir.
Because this bug hunt was in enemy-held territory...
...we had to move on foot and travel light.
Intel said, all transportation for the operation would be found...
...at a former research outpost.
This time they were half right.
Everything we needed was at the outpost, but none of it worked.
Troopers, spread out.
I need a full inventory and working status.
Working status?
We should shoot this junk and put them out of their misery.
Is there a problem, Troopers?
No, sir.
I want these vehicles cleaned and operational by 14:00.
-Any questions? -Yes, sir.
The frames on these vehicles are shot.
A lot of the engine components are history.
Is it possible to renovate one vehicle by salvaging the other for parts?
Look, I'm not interested in finding ways to make the work easier for your men.
I want two vehicles in working order.
No excuses.
You heard the Lieutenant, double time.
Lieutenant Walker, this may be your mission but it is my squad.
Talk to me like that again in front of my people, you will regret it.
Try it again.
Genius.
I guess that proves there is life after death.
Lieutenant Razak, we are 30 minutes behind schedule.
Both engines required extensive overhaul. Repairs are near completion.
Departure in five.
Very well, Lieutenant. Five.
Are we clear?
Crystal, Lieutenant.
Intel did make one wise decision regarding this assignment.
We were ordered to capture a baby plasma rather than a full-grown adult.
Less volatile, easier to handle.
At least in theory.
All right, only one incubation nest is still being guarded.
Mobilise for immediate assault.
Hey, mutant breath. Come and get it.
Where is everybody going in such a hurry?
Party is over here.
There has to be an infant.
The nest was still being protected.
Behind you.
Roughnecks, weapons at the ready.
I need that bug alive.
Lieutenant Razak.
I am not bluffing, Lieutenant.
Fire, and I'll make it my personal mission to end your military career.
Defensive angle, 45 degrees.
Fire at will.
Doc, Gossard, a round of tranqs through the back door, now.
-Yes. -Congratulations, Lieutenant Razak.
Secure the prisoner for transport.
How long will the tranquilliser darts keep it quiet?
We hit that thing with four of them and Intel said...
...about an hour each.
So it's not going to wake up again until we're back on the Valley Forge?
Then again, we are talking lntel.
Hold it.
Is there a problem?
I don't feel like exploding today, Sergeant, that's my problem.
This plasma bug reached saturation point right before it was tranquillised...
...so it is now at a highly volatile state.
Any impact could cause a catastrophic blast.
I suggest you handle the cargo more carefully...
...and have it secured on the flatbed in 15 minutes.
So which one of the Lieutenant's brilliant orders should we carry out first?
Hurry up or handle with care?
You forgot one: This end up.
Lieutenant Razak, company is coming.
Move the flatbed out of the area. Doc, shadow Walker.
The rest of you, target engagement.
The flatbed is still in firing range.
Walker, enemy fire, southeast.
Gossard, Jenkins, Rico, commence evac.
This is insane, just to save some stinking bug.
As far as Sicon is concerned, that bug is more valuable alive than you are.
Sergeant Brutto was merely responding to the stress of this mission.
This squad is legendary for its discipline.
Are you telling me that that's all a myth, Lieutenant Razak?
The Roughnecks have taken you this far, Lieutenant Walker.
That should speak for itself.
What's a bridge doing in bug country?
Before OPC, this was the main supply route for all of our research outposts.
We'll send the flatbed over first. Driver only.
Are you volunteering?
I would, but you said it yourself, the Roughnecks have taken me this far.
Do me a favour, Carl, when this is over, erase the memory, okay?
You're going to be fine. All you have to do is drive a few feet.
Piece of cake.
Private Rico, proceed with caution.
Low gears only.
And in the event of structural failure, evacuate the vehicle immediately.
Do not attempt to save cargo.
-You get me? -I get you, sir.
Private, the cargo is slipping.
Reduce speed.
That whole thing could come down.
Rico!
Rico, stay put and sit tight.
We have to elevate the rear wheel of the flatbed above the breach...
...and use the other truck to push it across the damaged area.
Brutto, take the truck.
The rest of you Apes, lizard lines.
Yes, sir.
Rico, neutral.
Roughnecks, on my count.
One...
...two...
...three, lift.
Gun it.
Gossard! Man down.
Pull.
Diz, I got a new plan.
I'm going to stay attached to you, 24-7.
The L-Z is due east two miles across the ice field.
I would advise an alternate route.
These tires don't have sufficient traction.
Lieutenant Razak, we have 10 minutes to reach the rendezvous point.
There isn't time to debate yet another of your concerns.
What's happening?
Rest in peace.
That retrieval ship will leave without us. We'll be stuck behind enemy lines.
Sergeant Brutto, take Gossard, Rico, Flores, and Jenkins.
Rig a rope harness for the bug.
-Lieutenant, we finally agree on something. -Don't bet on it.
It is still here. The ship waited for us.
Lieutenant Walker, I'm Lieutenant Zander Barcalow.
We were afraid you wouldn't make it.
Lieutenant, prepare your ship for takeoff.
It takes one to know one.
We have heavy casualties in both the north and south.
The bug army has retaken six sectors in the last 24 hours.
The insect we captured will provide crucial information...
...regarding the bugs' destructive capabilities.
The importance of this mission cannot be stressed enough.
That LT is asking for it.
This is Eagle Two, sustaining plasma fire from the planet's surface.
Copy that, Eagle Two. Sectors Ohio, Dakota, and Utah...
...report massive enemy resurgence. Bug numbers off the charts.
MI suffering heavy casualties.
Looks like nap time is over.
Tranquillisers on the double.
Lieutenants, Sicon advises Pluto situation deteriorating.
Ten Ml squads forced to retreat.
Unit currently trapped by the enemy.
Eighty-six the tranqs.
We're dropping this oversized tick right on top of his pals.
You don't have the authority to do this.
My only concern is the men on that planet that are fighting for their lives.
Lieutenant Barcalow, any interest in making a little bombing run?
Absolutely, Lieutenant.
Approaching target in five...
...four, three, two, one.
Direct hit.
Bravo company wants to kiss you, sir.
Tell HQ this was your idea, Lieutenant.
They'll give you a medal.
Walker did tell HQ that Operation Bug Drop was his idea...
...and they did give him a medal.
What did we get out of the whole thing?
The usual: Two hours of sleep and another mission.
Report to battle stations immediately.
Take it easy, Diz. We did our best down there.
You must have taken half the bugs out yourself.
For the third time in two days what was supposed to have been a routine skirmish...
...proved overwhelming.
No matter how many bugs the Sicon forces destroyed...
...there were many more to take their place.
Cap it, Paper Boy. Listen up, Apes.
Sicon thinks the base of enemy operations is somewhere beneath the surface of Pluto.
Orders are to locate Bug City and wipe it off the map.
Lieutenant, any chance we can grab a little siesta or something first?
Sorry, Private, your beauty sleep is going to have to wait.
Get your gear back on, we drop in 10.
Live forever, Apes.
A total of 10 squads were part of Operation Clean Sweep.
Each assigned to a different sector.
Each given different coordinates relating to Bug City's possible location.
The lucky squad that found the bug's HQ would call in a strategic air strike...
...and hope to get out alive.
Two more on patrol.
Hold the phone.
Looks like we're just in time for a changing of the guard.
Eight warriors, two on either side of the tunnel entrance.
So what are we waiting for?
Stand down, Flores.
Bet you he picks me.
Gossard...
...draw the patrol away from the entrance.
Rico, Flores, with me, dogleg right. Hit the bugs that take the bait.
Brutto, Doc, Jenkins, ambush the stationary guards.
Higgins...
...take cover. Wait for the "all clear."
Clock is ticking, Apes.
Let's move.
Some furniture, big screen TV, this wouldn't be half bad.
Jenkins, can you give me a read on these tunnels?
This way.
Ever think of hiring yourself out for parties?
Eyes open, weapons at the ready.
Sir, under phobias if I were to say that I had a fear of dark...
...tight underground spaces, would that disqualify me?
Just answer the questions as truthfully as you can.
I'm sorry, Lieutenant, I slipped.
It happens, Private.
-Any injuries? -No, sir.
Then let's double time.
Roaches are going to smell this blood and come running.
Hey, Diz, what's up with you?
I'm not 100 percent today.
It's no big deal, let's just drop it, okay?
High alert, greenies. Cut the chitchat.
Must be jealous because he can't walk and talk at the same time.
Man, it's like a sauna in here.
Check your suit's temperature control.
Maybe you've got it cranked up too high.
Are you feeling okay?
Yes, I'm fine. I'm just a little light-headed.
Watch your step there, Dizzy.
Bugs.
Okay, pal, lights out.
Move out.
Is that an earthquake?
Fire at will.
Roughnecks, fall back.
Dizzy, what gives? Your sight out of whack?
I don't know.
Diz, a little help here?
Hey, Trooper down.
Dizzy, come on, it's Rico.
LT, stress point.
Blast it.
Brutto on point. Rico, Gossard, grab Flores.
Doc, cover fire. Go.
-Head trauma? -No evidence of injury...
...but she's nonresponsive.
Jenkins?
-Claustrophobia. -She's afraid of being in closed spaces?
She could have mentioned that detail a bit sooner...
...like before we got trapped in a bug shoot.
-Back off, Sarge. -You want to make me, Greenie?
-That little gal pal of yours is a liability. -Enough.
Doc, any meds that'll help her?
Tranqs, but she'll have to be carried out of here.
Area is too hot.
Carl, can't you plant some kind of hypno-suggestion or something?
I read minds, not alter them.
What is the difference?
I could screw it up and hurt her permanently.
There is no other option.
If we don't evac immediately, every member of this squad could suffer...
...permanently.
What's going on?
Welcome back, Diz.
No.
Lieutenant, I'm sorry.
Private, by not revealing your phobia you put this entire squad at risk.
Move out.
Carl, did you do something to me?
Yes.
Wow, is it gone, the fear, forever?
I doubt it.
One of these days you'll need a booster shot or something.
So what is it like inside my head?
Scary.
Come on, Trooper.
Is that what I think it is?
Gossard, Jenkins, the post.
Apes, break contact, move ahead.
Inbound.
Move out.
Lieutenant...
...you're going to want to see this.
Bug City.
It's an incubation area.
Blue leader, this is Alpha team.
Request air strikes at coordinates bravo niner.
No current enemy activity, but we have located Bug City.
Battle stations. All personnel report to battle stations immediately.
Lieutenant?
No way.
That's where these eggs came from?
I got a better question: Where did that thing come from?
From that moment on, it was a completely different war.
The bugs weren't native of Pluto, they were travelling from somewhere...
...deep in space...
...which meant they weren't the mindless drones we thought they were.
And most likely they weren't contained to just this planet.
We were no longer dealing with an infestation.
This was an invasion.