Starship Troopers: Invasion Page #2

You can at least do that.

Right, doc?

Let's do this.

Why don't we wait

until the shaking stops?

- The ship will be fine.

- I'm not talking about the ship.

Hey, noob,

dance class is down the hall.

No, it's right here.

Care to dance?

- This ring is for fighting.

- Humor me.

- What's your name?

- Chow.

Well, Chow, I don't usually

dance with guys.

But in your case,

I'll make an exception.

- Who's your money on?

- Ratzass is bigger.

- Not much upstairs, though.

- Whatever, dude.

Ratzass gets in one good solid hit

and Chow's going down.

Sh*t, if he can ever land a punch.

Chow's fast, man.

All right, fighters.

To your corners.

You back out now,

I won't think any less of you.

When I ring the bell,

come out fighting.

I'm gonna miss you

when you're gone.

Good thing there's not much upstairs.

Don't have to worry about brain damage.

Hey, damage this.

Hey.

Did you see that?

Didn't know you had it in you.

A flash of inspiration.

E-057.

E-057.

Thanks, I really appreciate... it.

They can't get me a bed

'til tomorrow.

Thanks for letting me

use the comm...

Tia. Tia Durr.

- Trig is fine.

- Otis Hex.

Bugspray.

Hey... thanks for the catch.

At Fort Casey.

Sleeping with a gun?

You must know something I don't.

Morita Triple-X Sniper Rifle.

Classic.

You've got a nice smile

for a soldier.

Thanks. I think.

So, up for a little training?

I think I've had about all

the target practice I can stand today.

Yeah, I was thinking about

something a little more... strenuous.

You didn't really

use the intercom, did you?

Would you like to know more?

Everyone's doing their part.

Major Henry Varro.

One of the most decorated officers

in the Federation.

You've run long-range ops

in places even God's given up on.

What did you do?

Why won't you talk?

And why won't your men talk?

There are a couple of

modifications you can score

on the black market

when you get to Terra,

but as far as what

the Federation paid for,

- it's still a pretty good prosthetic.

- Got it. Nice job.

Don't know what

you're nervous about.

I bet this looks

as good as all the others.

What others? You're my first.

Matter of fact, you're the first guy

I've worked on that's actually lived.

Every commander I've ever served under

tries to get me to use a regulation gun.

That is, until they see

how many I kill with that one.

Then they don't ask me anymore.

My parents made that rifle.

There was an armory

in my hometown.

Everyone worked there.

That is, until the bugs

melted the place with a plasma bomb.

Soldiers, civilians...

Families.

Everyone died.

I swore then that I'd kill

just as many bugs.

And I do it with that gun.

That's why you count.

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