Bet’cha think that you’re some sort of hero, don’cha, boy?
Well, I reckon that I do too. In better days you’d probably get a decoration.
But these aren’t better days. The fleets are crushed, and all that’s left is
being pulled back t’old Earth, to do a sort of last stand. Yep, we might be
able to do it, too- hold one little planet, if we get a break. Time to get all
you boys back home. Just one break… You’re gonna give us that break, boy.
Captain, 103rd Mobile Infantry, Special Operations Group.
Brought home 206 MI’s and 2,654 civvies out of that hell-hole Alpha Solaris.
Problem is, boy, that you weren’t supposed to come home. You were ordered to
hold to the last man. Moronic orders, but you broke them. I would’ve retreated
to that transport too, but that doesn’t matter. You broke the rules. Now you
belong to me.
The best and the brightest MI’s, the toughest, the meanest,
the deadliest. I am going to use you up to buy Earth the time it needs. Some
volunteered… Not you- you’re a survivor if I ever saw one, boy. But now even
a suicide mission is safer than a firing squad. A suicide mission back to Klendathlu,
where it all started.
Yeah, we know where it is- it was our first defeat. But we
know that the Bugs are a hive mind, and we figure there must be a big, bad,
mother queen there, the first one. Take her out, or even get close, and we figure
the Bugs will at least look back long enough for us to get our feet under us.
And no, son, there is no escape plan. We are gonna use your dropship like the
world’s biggest door knocker- maybe there will be something left to get off
the planet with, but I doubt it.