Starship Troopers 2 Page #2

Just remember, lieutenant,

every dog has its day!

Sarge! Hostiles!

I am in command here, private.

Now, how many and

what's our situation?

- Looks like a whole damn circus.

- Let's go.

Trooper!

Shelter!

Right perimeter, spread wide!

You three, follow me.

- He's spreading us too thin!

- You know something I don't, trooper?

They're shifting their lines!

You, take the left!

Take the middle! Take the right!

Sandee! Report!

Nothing! No movement!

Come on, you bastards!

What are you waiting for?

Shut up, fathead!

- You starting with me?

- Just like covering your 6, huh?

Prepare to fire!

Otter, get up!

Fire! Fire! Fire!

Come on! Bug!

Son of a b*tch!

Pull back!

Come on, go, go!

I got you covered!

Billie. It's okay. It's okay!

Go, go, go, go!

We're all gonna die, aren't we?

Give me your hand.

- What?

- Give me your hand.

Look out!

- Hold on! Hold on!

- Don't let go!

No!

Pull back your line, lieutenant!

Weapon!

Let's go.

Bug!

Get down!

Move!

- All right, people, listen up!

- Who the hell let you out?

- In about 15 seconds...

- All right, you son of a b*tch...

Shield your eyes at count zero!

Pass the word!

Get off your ass,

there's a war going on.

You two! With me on flank!

Perimeter burn in 10 seconds.

Perimeter burn in 10 seconds.

Look out!

Come on!

Three.

Two.

One.

Zero.

Perimeter burn.

I need two volunteers.

- Who do you think you are?

- The big stick that's running this show.

- I'll go.

- Me too.

If we're not back inside of five minutes,

it means more Bugs are on the way.

You mean we didn't kill them all?

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.

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