A struggle against the common enemies of man.
A date which will live in infamy.
Ask not what your country can do for you...
A grand and global alliance for all mankind.
War isn't supposed to make sense.
Nobody really understands why the fighting begins...
... or why it eventually ends.
But this war took everything we thought we knew...
... and turned it upside down.
It turned out that the bugs weren't native to Pluto.
And it turned out this wasn't some simple infestation...
... that could be exterminated easily.
Suddenly, war was a whole new game.
Sicon's first move was to send the Valley Forge...
... and nine other starships on a high-priority mission:
Find the transport bug, last sighted near Pluto, and track it.
See if this thing is headed back to the bug's home planet...
... or bee-lining for some kind of Grand Central bug station.
Completing motion-detection sweep.
Target search: Negative.
Excuse me, Commander. I think one of my men has something.
- What is it, Corporal? - Intel's coordinates may be wrong.
Far as I can tell, gravitational coefficients...
...weren't used in the tracking equations.
If you don't mind, sir...
See, Commander? No trace of remedial gravitational residue.
Something the size of that transport bug should trigger changes...
...in the gravitational pull of any planet it passes.
Kind of like a small moon.
But there's nothing in this neighbourhood for five cubic light-years.
Based on the grav-residue theory...
...Corporal Gossard has recalculated the coordinates.
Where is the bug headed, according to your computations?
Constellation Virgo.
Told you.
Official Sicon classification: Hydora, 91 percent water.
Hey, ocean-front property. Want to go in on a place?
Atmosphere: 25 percent oxygen...
...75 percent saturated hydrogen.
Breathe it longer than three minutes, you drown.
Maybe we should check out Miami instead.
Our mission is strictly surveillance.
Observe the transport bug to ascertain if Hydora is the enemy's home planet.
Questions?
Suit up. We drop at 0300.
Listen up, Apes! Gossard.
In case any of you greenies forgot, let me remind you.
Power suits do not float.
Get in over your head, you've got two choices.
One, sink to the bottom.
If the water is too deep, the pressure could crack your suit.
Which brings us to two, my personal favourite.
Pull the life vest release on your shoulder...
...float and wait for pickup.
- Two works for me. - Good morning, ladies and gentlemen.
We're go for drop. Do not feel free to walk around the cabin.
Beverages will not be served.
Initialising activation of release locks.
Release lock engaged.
Release lock two. Malfunction.
Release lock: Primary hydraulic failure.
Control, this is Big Dog.
We have a malfunction on rear release lock two.
Rebooting sequence.
- Release lock two not responding. - What's going on?
We're stuck to the Valley Forge. The lock must be jammed.
Ignition override: Failure.
Shut down sequence nonresponsive to override.
Mayday, this is Big Dog. Mayday.
- Shouldn't we evacuate or something? - Too late.
Once the ignition sequence begins...
...the exterior hatchway is sealed until after-burn.
Those thrusters fire and we're still sitting here, we're burnt toast.
- Abort ignition sequence. - Doc, give me a hand.
Automatic ignition abort sequence: Failure.
Rico, Flores, stay buckled and stay put.
Override still nonresponsive. Fifteen seconds to ignition.
Ignition proximity warning.
- The thrusters are going to fry you. - Grab my legs. Grab my legs!
Closer!
Create ignition burn. Initialising thruster in ten, nine, eight...
... four, three...
Secure harnesses!
... two, one.
Yes!
Lieutenant, are you okay?
Nicely done, Apes. Make that...
...overdone.
Target located.
- Squad deployment in 60 seconds. - Higgins, chill, man.
It's just surveillance. We're in, we're out.
I can't swim.
On a planet that's mostly water, that would be a problem.
Except for the fact that you're inside a power suit.
You fall in, just use the life vest. Simple.
Gossard, the cove.
Flores, Brutto, with me.
Jet skis will approach from the opposite side of the island. Move out!
Is it dead?
- I'm picking up something. - Make that some things.
Lieutenant, we've got movement!
Do you read me? Over.
Copy that. We'll follow the tour group.
You Apes move in for closer observation of the transport. Over.
Lieutenant, you're breaking up. Say again. Over.
Atmosphere on this rock is pretty saturated.
Could be interfering with radio transmissions.
We'll track the new bugs.
You move in for closer observation of transport bug.
Copy that, sir. I think.
Let's get up close and personal.
Retreat!
Never thought I'd be this glad to be inside a bug.
No!
We're stuck inside a live bug! There's no telling what it might do.
Lieutenant Razak, this is Private Rico.
We have an emergency. Do you copy? Over.
We're not getting out the way we came in.
It was an accident.
This jail break isn't going to be easy. Check out the exoskeleton.
Didn't even make a dent.
So, who's on point?
What is it?
- Carl, what happened? - I don't know.
I started picking up something jumbled.
- Maybe I'll take point. - Be my guest.
Come on.
What just happened?
It seems we've set sail.
Emergency! Does anyone read?
Gossard, this is Razak. What's your status?
Not good, sir.
Bugs got me and Doc pinned on a cliff above the beach.
Rico, Jenkins and Higgins are MIA.
Transport is out to sea, and the com link is on the fritz.
Copy that. Hang tight and wait for evac. Out.
Bugs!
Me and Flores got it going here, LT.
- Rendezvous at the skimmer. - Divide and conquer!
Rock and roll!
Sarge!
Brutto!
Flores!
Something's got a crush on you.
Not mutual!
I'm empty.
It's the cavalry!
It's thinner than the exo...
...but there's no way through without firing.
After you.
I'm thinking those eggs I scarfed this morning were a big mistake.
- Those some kind of bladders? - Looks like it.
They're filling up with something. From all the seepage, I'm guessing water.
Well, what's the big deal?
Filling up, as in refuelling.
You mean, this thing's getting ready to take off with us inside?
Come on.
LT, show is over.
No time for an encore. Let's move!
The wasp can't take the weight.
Behind the rocks!
Not exactly a clearly marked exit, but it'll do.
What are you talking about?
Well, with any luck, and a big enough blast...
...we'll be shot out of this thing like cannonballs.
We're getting out of here through its... Through there?
You guys go. I'll set the charges.
I never want to do that again.
How about a ride, sailor?
- I'm tapped. - Try the radio again.
Brutto, do you read? Does anybody read?
Surveillance uncovered no evidence that Hydora is the bugs' home planet.
It appeared the transport stopped to off-load enemy troops and refuel.
Nothing further to report.
Alpha Team out.
There is one more thing, Lieutenant.
When we were inside the transport...
...I received a message from the bugs.
I thought it was jumbled.
I don't know where it came from, but it was strong.
- The sender wanted me to deliver it. - And?
The bugs want us to know that they won't stop...
...until the entire human race is exterminated.
Basically, the reason for this war wasn't territory or natural resources.
Total annihilation of the species. That's what the bugs had planned for us.
And when word got back to Sicon, that's what we now planned for them.
When Troopers first arrived on the water planet, Sicon was optimistic...
... believing we had mounted an overwhelming offensive...
... against the small, underdeveloped bug base.
Shoreline assault! Rear flank!
But after a month, the combat we were seeing in Hydora...
... made Pluto look like a dress rehearsal.
- Fall back! - Get out of there!
Move it!
MI casualties were heavy.
Fleet had retrieval ships running around the clock.
Eagle 2, this is Eagle 1.
- Do you copy? Over. - Copy that, Eagle 1. Over.
Be advised: Heavy enemy activity reported in airspace above all sectors.
That's as good as it gets.
Eagle 2, this is Eagle 1. Dustoff coordinates have been changed.
Turn on Vector 7, mark.
- Engine status? - All systems 100 percent operational.
Where'd they come from?
Eagle 2, evasive manoeuvres now!
Copy that. Eagle 1?
Mayday! Mayday! Eagle 1, come in!
- Read you, Eagle 2. - Starboard engine out.
Returning to Valley Forge immediately.
Good luck.
Hope you didn't have a big lunch.
Warning: Ground impact in ten seconds.
Lieutenant?
Ground impact diverted.
Recompute distance and bearing to the LZ.
Get on the horn! Tell Fleet we need another ship down here, asap!
Lieutenant Bernstein, Zebra Squad. I called for two dustoffs.
Eagle 2 is headed back to base. I radioed for backup.
Evac only injured personnel. Pronto!
Most of those men won't make it if they have to wait for another cab.
What's the status on the second retrieval ship?
- Can't get through. - Keep trying!
No more room in back, and I have two more criticals.
Squeeze them up front, my seat. I'll wait for the next ship.
You're going to need this.
We'll watch your back the best we can, Lieutenant Ibanez.
But this is all that's left of three MI squads.
Be advised. Air space, all sectors closed.
Sir, aerial attack!
This is Zebra Squad requesting emergency cover fire from any available unit. Over.
This is Zebra Squad, northwest sector niner...
... requesting emergency cover fire from any available unit. Over.
Zebra, this is Alpha Team. Transmission is breaking up.
Trace the signal.
Vector 7, bearing 2-1-7.
Gossard, change of plans. Intercept.
- Should be west of here, half a click. - Alpha Team to Zebra Squad.
Come in, Zebra. Over.
No go, LT.
The saturated atmosphere is wiping out the com links.
Keep trying. Move it out!
Teams of three, along the base of the cliffs, into the cave.
Go!
Perimeter breach!
Light them up!
Ducks in a row.
Rescue!
Diz, Carl, give and go. Catch them on the backside.
My lead, on three. Three!
Game over.
Razak, Alpha Team. We picked up your call.
Bernstein, Zebra Squad.
Appreciate the assist. Bugs were squeezing us pretty good.
Lieutenant Ibanez, decide to give up Fleet for the simple life of a Trooper?
Not exactly, Lieutenant. Just got caught here waiting for a ride.
From what I hear, we're all going to be waiting for a while.
- Hey, Carmen. - Rico, hey. How are you?
Good. Yeah, good, I guess.
- I'm kind of surprised to see you. - Long story.
Unbelievable. No matter where I go...
...there's fly girl in my face.
You know, Diz, you might actually like Carmen if you got to know her.
- Or not. - Priority call on the Satcom.
Commander Marlow for Lieutenant Ibanez.
One of you find Lieutenant Ibanez. Tell her Fleet's on the horn.
All over it, LT.
The LT turns to me and says, "Rico, you must take that bug down."
So I grabbed this grenade and I'm telling you...
Priority call from Fleet.
- Guess I'll talk to you later? - Yeah, sure.
I'm sorry. Did I interrupt something?
This is Lieutenant Ibanez.
You've committed a major violation of Fleet conduct code.
A pilot never abandons her ship.
There were wounded men who required immediate...
Save it for the disciplinary hearing. Until retrieval, stay with Alpha Team...
... under the command of Lieutenant Razak. Is that understood?
- Yes, sir. - Marlow out.
Troopers, fall in. Listen up, Apes.
HQ reports a new strain of airborne bug...
...is preventing reinforcements from reaching Hydora.
Nothing's coming in or going out.
Intel thinks the swarm's originating from subterranean caverns...
...like this one, all over the planet.
Our POA is to clear the underground hideouts in this sector.
Either exterminate the bugs or drive them upstairs...
...where MI sniper teams will be waiting to clip their wings.
Lieutenant Razak and I will divide you into smaller teams.
Back here at 1800 hours.
Down, hero. She's not looking.
What are they doing?
Fire at will!
- Are we hitting anything? - I can't tell.
Take cover!
I'm going over. Cover me!
Rico, are you insane?
I need some help here!
One, two, three!
Flores, still in one piece?
Yeah.
Then, let's move. This hunt ain't over till the fat ladybug screams.
- Jenkins, talk to me. - Down.
Stay down!
- Delta Squad, report. - Northeast sector, clear. Over.
- Northwest sector, clear. Over. - Copy that.
Report immediately to surface and assist with enemy eradication. Blue Leader out.
We have two skimmers stashed in the cove east of here.
- You and your men can take one. - Appreciated, Lieutenant.
Lock and load, Apes. We're going up top.
- She was impressed. - What exactly did she say?
It's not what she said, it's the way she looked at me.
- So, she didn't say anything? - No.
Does the word "pathetic" mean anything to you?
How about "showboat"? That ring a bell?
- I was trying to get a better shot. - Spare me.
I know exactly what you were trying to do...
...and I guarantee you, it didn't work.
See? When some girls want you to know how they feel...
...they just come right out and tell you.
Corporal, I'm a pilot. How about letting me do something I'm actually trained for?
You got it, sir. Ma'am.
- Man overboard! - Who's driving this crate?
Lieutenant, circle.
Come on, Rico. Where are you?
LT!
Starboard side.
I should have known that overblown ego of yours wouldn't sink.
Lieutenant Ibanez.
I'm recommending you receive a commendation.
I appreciate that, Lieutenant Bernstein.
And if Marlow thinks he's going through with that disciplinary hearing...
Hey, Carmen, how are you feeling?
I'm a little bruised from your body block.
But other than that, I'm fine. By the way, thanks.
No problem. Listen.
Maybe we could get together sometime, back on the Valley Forge?
Sure. It's a pretty small ship. I'm sure I'll see you around.
Hey, Carmen. Listen.
I just wanted to say...
...you handled yourself pretty good back there, for a fly girl.
- What do you think they're talking about? - Not you.
Why not? Carmen had to love my moves.
You mean the move when you went overboard?
The desk jockeys at Intel eventually classified...
... the new strain of bug as "kamikaze Ripplers."
As if naming something makes it easier to overcome.
The bug army was growing more aggressive...
... and the chance of us all making it home...
... was seeming less and less likely.
"Behind enemy lines."
Three words no Trooper wants to hear.
The Roughnecks were getting used to the sound of it.
First on Pluto, now on Hydora. That's the trouble with being good at your job.
When the going gets tough, the tough do all the heavy lifting.
Approaching assigned quadrant, LT.
We were now fighting a new, more lethal kind of Rippler.
Its barbs carried a corrosive venom...
... and each day, the swarm's population increased.
Intel had determined that we were outnumbered 75 to 1.
Now, we were going on an egg hunt.
Rear flank, fire at will!
- Finally. - Glad this makes your day, Bob.
Brutto, Doc, plasma rockets! Starboard side!
Down!
- Attacks have been getting more intense. - Could mean we're close to the nest.
Let's get more mobile.
Stay off the com links unless it's urgent. We clear?
Rendezvous here at 1600 hours.
First sign of attack, that camera goes down and your weapon comes up.
What's his deal?
- Power trip. - First-class.
So what do you think?
Right side, Sarge.
When I want a crystal ball, I'll call for a gypsy.
We go right.
Sarge? Something is coming.
Your antennae's on the fritz, brain boy.
Maybe not. My audiometer, it's picking up something.
What?
That!
Strafe them!
Doc, plasma charges. Now!
Stinking hunk of junk!
Carl!
Let me see.
Just a scratch, pal. I'll patch it for you.
I can't hold them off much longer.
We're heavily outnumbered here. Grab your weapon and start shooting.
Hey, Sarge, news bulletin: Jenkins is hit!
- What is it? - Burns!
The acid. It's still burning all the way through. What do I do?
Nothing you can do right now. Pick up your weapon and use it! That's an order.
Sit tight.
Doc, man down!
Pulse is weak. His blood pressure is low.
A painkiller is about the best I can do right now.
I think we should break radio silence and call Razak.
Is the kid critical?
Not yet, but his condition is unstable.
- The LT should be... - Negative. We proceed as ordered.
- Are you out of your stinking mind? - It'll be okay.
Sarge is just doing his job.
Rico, make yourself useful. Get up here and drive this heap for a while.
Yes, sir. Hey, you need anything, you call me.
Jenkins, you breathing?
Think fast!
Sarge!
Sarge, engine's fried!
We don't have an engine? How can we not have an engine?
Plasma wall is burning up!
Hold on tight!
Where's Carl?
Looking a little green there, buddy.
If you can't think of something nice to say...
Whoa, man. That was some wild ride.
Roughnecks!
- Vehicles are history. - Yeah, but the water is fine.
I can't believe you found us.
Gossard noticed increased sonar activity in the area.
- Serious? - Stabilized, but weak.
Sergeant, why wasn't I called?
- It wasn't urgent, sir. - Not urgent?
- Doc specifically told you... - Back off, Rico!
- Table it, both of you! - Sir, Rippler eggs.
Sunny-side up.
I was just in there with those?
Looks like Mama Rippler's been very busy.
Gossard, run a thermal scan.
See how many of these grade A's we're dealing with.
- Lieutenant? - Gos?
Millions of them. We're right in the middle of the nest.
Elevated and triangulated positions.
Brutto, Rico, right side. Dizzy, left side.
Doc, Gossard, with me at surface level.
I hate overprotective mothers.
Scramble them!
If you think this means I'm going to kiss your feet...
I don't think we can pick these eggs off one by one. There are too many.
There's no telling how many more angry parents are headed our way.
Bugs want a population explosion, let's give it to them.
Lieutenant?
Take all the plasma charges we got and rig a synchronized timer.
Sir, I'm sure you're aware...
...that a blast that size inside a confined space...
We'll have a head start. Setting them underwater should diffuse the impact.
Lieutenant, what if it doesn't?
Then you'll be remembered as a war hero.
All I have to do is hit the return key, and the clock is ticking.
Roughnecks, let's blow this Popsicle stand!
Gossard, start the countdown.
It's Mama Rippler!
- Time? - Three minutes!
Company is coming.
Head's up!
- What do you think you're doing? - My job.
Two minutes!
One minute!
Ten!
Four, three...
...two, one!
Blue Leader, this is Alpha Team. Mission complete.
Rippler nest in quadrant Bravo-Niner has been eliminated.
Activating retrieval beacon now.
Alpha Team out.
You two want to pick up our conversation regarding Private Jenkins?
That won't be necessary, sir. Sgt. Brutto called it the way he saw it.
I see. Between you and me...
...sometimes Sgt. Brutto needs his eyes examined.
Taking out that Rippler nest gave Sicon the upper hand on Hydora for a while.
But the war was kind of like finding ants at a picnic:
No matter how many you get rid of, even more keep showing up.
In this numbers game...
... we always seem to end up on the wrong side of the equation.
Week 5 of the Hydora campaign.
The Roughnecks were wrapping up ten straight days of brutal combat duty.
Exhaustion was setting in.
- Tempers were growing short. - Hey, paper boy!
I told you not to point that thing at me!
Face it, Sarge. Celebrity is the price you pay for being so darn good-looking.
Laugh it up, but if that lens is in my face one more time...
...your camera will get a real nice close-up of your lower intestine.
Zip it.
What's with him?
Docking procedures complete.
Please exit to your left.
Fortunately, Sicon agreed to give the squad 24 hours of R&R on the Valley Forge.
Just enough time to remind you of all the stuff you'd been missing...
... and make you miss it even more.
- Who's ready to party? - Pass.
- Count me out. - Ditto.
Please, like you've all got something better to do?
- Hot shower. - Sleep.
- Food. - Big time.
- Hey, I'm ready to party, Diz. - On the other hand...
Kidding, Bobby! Let's rock!
- Go easy on him, Diz. - He's just a kid.
Hard to port!
Dead end.
Come about. We'll take them head on.
- What just happened? - No idea.
Maintain high alert.
Hit the beach and activate the beacon.
Defensive positions.
Echo 1 to Blue Leader. Come in, Blue Leader. Over.
Hold your positions.
Echo 1, this is Blue Leader. Go ahead.
Need immediate retrieval from sector Zulu-Delta-Six.
Swarm of Ripplers just chased us into dead end.
Ammo reserves are tapped, beacon operational.
Request dustoff, asap. Over.
Evac is already on the way.
Tango Squad's beacon was activated in your exact grid location 15 minutes ago.
There's no other MI unit in the area.
We'll investigate. Prepare for evac in ten. Blue Leader out.
Evac's on the way.
Johnson, take Perez and look for...
Johnson, Mendez, Lewis!
What's going on?
Echo 1 to Blue Leader.
Mayday, mayday! This is an emergency! Over!
Read you, Echo 1. What's your status?
The entire squad, they're...
- Hey, LT, what's up? - Not your performance rating!
I don't know what the problem is with you Apes...
...but the sloppy performance and tactical errors...
...I witnessed over the past ten days...
...were an embarrassment!
Therefore, whatever plans you had for this R&R, forget them.
Instead, you will undergo sim training at the VR centre on Deck 17.
Two-man teams. Those who don't pass will repeat the exercise until they do.
- You get me? - Sir! We get you, sir!
First round at 0900 hours.
Should have seen that coming.
Big deal. LT wants to bust our chops a little, let him.
We'll just drop in there and shine like 24-karat gold.
- Listen, Diz. Promise me something. - What?
Just try to act normal. All right?
- What's that supposed to mean? - Nothing.
It's just, you take unnecessary risks.
I got news for you, pal! Anybody needs a refresher course in combat, it's you!
Attention, Alpha Team.
Report immediately to emergency briefing room, Deck 26.
Priority 1.
So much for sim training. Looks like we're getting the real thing.
As of 0300 hours...
...two veteran MI units disappeared in sector Zulu-Delta-Six.
You accuse me of taking risks? That's a laugh.
What do you mean?
In the cave, when you were trying to impress Carmen.
- Get serious! I was doing my job. - Oh, please. Do I look like an idiot?
- You said it, not me. - Am I interrupting you two?
Yes!
No, no, sir.
- Sorry, sir. - Our POA is search and rescue.
We'll start at the site of last radio contact with HQ.
- Jerk. - Psycho.
Lieutenant, picking up pretty strong electromagnetic waves, over there.
Check it out.
Says, "Norris."
Echo Squad CO. Head left.
Skimmer, sir.
Brutto, Gossard, take him up close. Everyone else, hit the beach.
Lieutenant, something's following us.
Rico, behind the rocks! Cover me!
This is what I was talking about!
Dizzy!
Doc!
- Feels like it's burning. - Take it easy, pal. Got you covered.
LT, Dizzy got grabbed.
- Flores. - What happened?
She took off on her own. I should have stopped her.
Save yourself the guilt trip, Private. It's not gonna help us find Flores.
Show Jenkins where you last saw her. See if you can pick up something.
Brutto, go with.
Bad odds, Lieutenant. You sure?
- What's his condition? - Minor paralysis.
Probably caused by some kind of toxin.
I gave him an anti-venom shot.
Should be up and running in ten minutes, give or take.
Keep me posted. Higgins, with me.
- Anything? - Negative.
Carl, please find her.
- Jenkins? - I'm getting something.
- Dizzy and the others. - Alive?
Based on the level of brain activity I'm reading, just barely.
Which way?
Tunnel is too narrow for the vehicles. We're on foot.
Gossard, maybe you should stay put.
I'm fine.
Really, LT. Good to go.
Can't see a thing.
Move!
Watch your step.
In there.
You have to be kidding me.
What are we waiting for? We're talking about Dizzy.
Lassie better be right this time.
Watch your step. The path's getting kind of slick.
Sorry.
No sudden moves.
On my command.
Now!
Behind you!
Shock sticks! Put your shock sticks into the water now!
Water must have amplified the electrical charge.
- Then how come we didn't feel it? - Power suits are insulated.
High alert, Apes. Rico, on point.
- Looks like wax. - We're inside their hive.
Dizzy's here.
Doc, prep the anti-venom.
Help me.
Take it easy, Diz. Everything's going to be okay.
Lieutenant Norris, I'm Lieutenant Razak, Alpha Team.
My men?
Alive and accounted for. Same goes for Tango Squad.
Doc says everybody is stable enough to move...
...which I think we should do before those bugs come back looking for dinner.
Man, my head feels like it weighs a ton.
Lean on me. I'll take care of you.
Sounds like our pals found out we raided the fridge.
Let's pick up the pace, Apes!
Go!
Shock sticks at the ready.
Activate shock sticks now!
LT, something is wrong.
Shock sticks weren't made for continuous use. They must be shorting out.
Thermal grenades!
All Troopers, in three minutes we're closing this party down permanently.
Clock's ticking!
Blue Leader, this is Alpha Team. Echo and Tango Squads have been found.
Request emergency retrieval. Over.
Alpha Team, this is Blue Leader. Fleet's on the way.
- Where's Rico and Flores? - They were behind us a minute ago.
- We're going back in there? - That nuke has one-and-a-half minutes.
So, what? We just leave them?
Jenkins, talk to me.
They're alive.
Hang on.
Diz, when we get back to the Valley Forge, you should take it easy.
So, you know, I'll pick up your meals and stuff.
Rico, when we get back to the Valley Forge, do me one big favour.
Absolutely.
Go back to being a jerk. I like you better that way.
Don't say a word.
Sicon gave the Roughnecks two more days of R&R for rescuing those MIAs.
Unfortunately, Lieutenant Razak saw this as the perfect opportunity...
... for more training time.
After four months on Hydora, there was one thing every Roughneck agreed upon.
If we never, ever saw a beach again...
... it would be too soon.
Better luck next war!
Engage!
Hope you don't mind me dropping in like this.
Help me. L...
Lieutenant Ross, where's your squad?
I don't know.
I've tried to remember, but...
Take it easy, Ross. Why don't you tell me what you do remember?
I'm Lieutenant Ted Ross.
- Delta Squad. - And what was your mission?
Squad of 12 stationed aboard the Gettysburg.
Went MIA ten days ago while on routine recon...
...in sector Niner-Zulu.
That's at least 75 clicks from where we found him.
Commander, physically, the lieutenant's injuries are minor...
...but psychologically, he appears to be suffering from a severe case...
...of post-traumatic stress.
His long-term memory is completely wiped out.
Doctor, 12 men are missing. We could use some kind of explanation.
I'm afraid that's just not an option at this time.
You going to eat that, or beat it into submission?
Oh, I'm not hungry.
Carl, I've known you since we were 5.
You're a garbage disposal with legs. What gives?
That lieutenant is going to want me to figure out what happened.
So? You do that psychic act of yours all the time.
This is a bigger deal.
Going inside somebody's head, searching for trapped memories.
What if he doesn't want to remember?
- He won't have a choice. - Yeah, well.
Something ever happens to me, just remember the sign hanging on my brain.
"No trespassing."
You sure that sign doesn't say, "No occupancy"?
There's something else, isn't there?
I'm afraid that if I go too deep, I might not be able to get out.
Jenkins, LT wants you in sick bay.
Just try to relax.
Everything will be fine.
Delta Squad, drop in two.
Caves. That's all I'm seeing.
After Delta reaches the DZ, nothing. There's some kind of block.
Can you push through it?
It's possible, but with all due respect, sir...
...pushing too hard could cause permanent damage.
Understood, Private. Proceed.
Jenkins, if my squad was missing, I'd want any means taken to find them.
Any means.
Troopers!
Grab your gear and start making like Sherlocks.
We have a mystery to solve.
Private?
Gossard?
No movement on the sonar.
Delta Squad made its last radio contact right before heading into that cave.
We're not taking any chances.
High alert. Weapons at the ready.
Fire!
Right in front of you! Gossard, Brutto, Higgins, left!
Defensive positions!
Move it!
Inbound!
Sun's coming up!
Move it!
Pupils fixed and dilated, heartbeat irregular.
This one's not much better.
This is Alpha Team. Sector 16-Bravo-Tango is secure.
That gives me a good idea what happened to those guys in Delta.
I have a feeling the warriors are just the tip of the iceberg.
I'm fine. I just need a break.
Get yourself something to eat, Jenkins.
For the record, Commander, you are jeopardizing both their lives.
I know.
We have a lot of ground to cover.
Far right tunnel. Keep your guard up. Stay on the com links. Back here in 30.
Brutto, Doc, Higgins, with me.
I'm sorry.
Problem, Jenkins?
No, sir.
- Break contact, Private! That's an order! - Private Jenkins! Carl!
Get them out! Get them out now!
Rico, stop!
- What is it? - I don't know.
Dizzy!
- Sir, I can find them. - Let me take him.
You're not going anywhere.
- Alpha Team is not responding. - Keep trying.
Commander, if I don't get to that planet now, Sicon will lose another squad.
My squad.
Weapon's gone.
- Mine too. - Same here.
Get your stinking claws off me!
Everybody in one piece? How long have you been here?
- Couple of minutes. - It's weird.
Bugs haven't touched us.
- Yet. - Maybe they're waiting for something.
What is that thing?
Rico!
We need a distraction.
Hey, crater face!
Carl!
Go! Go!
Anybody got extra heat?
Hold your fire.
- Jenkins, what are you thinking? - Sir, it's talking to me inside my head.
Let me listen.
Yes, I received the message you sent me earlier.
But I thought it would be more polite to respond in person.
What? You think we're just going to hand over the universe to scum like you?
Back off! He's mine!
No, that's never going to happen!
All Troopers, evac now!
We got to get you out of here.
Flores, get moving!
What's happening?
That thing must have been in charge of them. Without it, there's chaos.
I'm telling you, I'm 100 percent.
- I heard you the first time, Private. - How's he doing, Doc?
According to him or me?
Private Jenkins is a bit weak, but he's intact.
Lieutenant Ross, the doctors handling your case on Earth have been briefed.
- I hope your recovery is swift. - Thank you, Doctor.
- Private, take care of yourself. - Thanks, Lieutenant. You too.
- How much came back to him? - Not enough.
- Intel will debrief you at 1500 hours. - You're a celebrity.
When you blow up a brain bug, everybody wants an interview.
I'll be back to check on you later, Carl. Try to rest.
Guess you're going to be leading the parade back home.
With that brain bug gone, beating the bugs should be a total piece of cake.
That brain bug wasn't an only child.
That's the message it sent me. It wanted me to know.
The brain bugs are everywhere...
...controlling planets all over the galaxy.
And they're not going to stop until they've achieved total domination.
We'll check back tomorrow, Jenkins.
Yeah, be there in a minute, LT.
Carl, that thing was going to drill inside my brain, right?
In the tunnel, right before we got grabbed...
...you were trying to warn me, weren't you?
I know you're not a big fan of what I can do...
...but it was an emergency.
Agreed, though sometimes you scare me.
Sometimes I scare me too.