All language subtitles for Roughnecks, S.T. Chronicles - Arc 01 - The Pluto Campaign (1999 - 480p DVDRip)

I'm doing my part.

I'm doing my part.

I'm doing my part.

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?

Incoming.

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.

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.

Exhale and squeeze.

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.