Starship Troopers 2 Page #3

Hell, I got a dog back home

weighs more than she does.

Well, look what the cat drug in!

You should see that damn cat!

We're in the shitter, huh?

- We got a chance.

- Good to see you.

Want the bad news or the bad news?

- I almost forgot your knife.

- Keep it, kid.

- No, I couldn't.

- Trooper needs a knife.

Officers just tell troopers

where to die.

- That's not really true, is it, sir?

- Watch out for officers, son.

It's their job to get you killed.

First wave came in,

and Deke and Slater were killed.

Came in again and that...

That kid Goldy was gone.

And then it was just...

...me and O'Hara.

That magnificent son of a b*tch.

We held them.

I tell you, this...

...star don't mean a hill of beans when

you're caught between sh*t and sweat.

And then these two beautiful

bastards show up.

These two here, and they're carrying

a couple of grenades...

...and they got a boatload of gumption.

And they saved my sorry ass!

And I'd like to introduce you to them.

This is Corporal Joe Griff,

Medical Corps.

And this is Technical

Sergeant Ari Peck.

And I can't tell you a thing about

Sleeping Beauty over here...

...because she snored through

the whole damn thing.

That's Private Soda, sir.

She didn't sleep after our

unit got chopped down.

Found Peck the next day,

what, about five days ago?

Everybody's gotta sleep sometime.

What's your story, Peck?

32nd Tech Brigade,

sole survivor, sir!

That's me.

Been out there about a month,

near as I can tell.

That's a long time.

Pretty long, yeah. I guess.

Well, then, we got to get you home.

Lieutenant Dill.

- Yes, sir!

- Has pickup been arranged?

- Sergeant Peck, can I talk to you?

- Yes, sir?

You think you can make this com talk

and squawk like it ought to?

Well, you can bet I'll die trying, sir.

- Get some sleep and try later.

- Oh, no, no. I'll get on this right now.

That's outstanding, sergeant!

You're a credit to your

Mobile Infantry unit. Thank you.

When is the last time

you took a shower?

Let's worry about the sniff factor

after we get our asses unslung.

Yes, sir.

We could sit pretty tight if we could

shut this door, sergeant.

I'll get someone on it.

At least there's one man looking

in the right direction.

Yes, sir.

What's wrong with her, corporal?

It's the wind, sir.

Dries out the membranes.

- She'll be fine when she wakes up.

- She's got the right idea.

Good night, troopers.

Get some sleep, all of you!

That's an order.

- And, Dill...

- Yes, sir.

I want a full report of today's

action when I wake up...

...explaining how you got five

of my troopers killed.

Yes, sir.

You heard the man.

Hit the sack!

Not you, trooper.

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