General Nigel Uno... Male...Active***

Lt. R. T. McKenzie...Female...Active***

Sgt. P. Drilovsky...Male...Squad 1... Active***

Cpl. D. Hicks...Male...Squad 2...Active**

Cpl. A. Lincoln... Female...Squad 1...Active

PFC. Maurice...Male...Squad 2...Active

Pvt. C. Dickson (aka Numbuh 274)...Female...Squad 1...Active***

Pvt. Ace...Male...Active

Pvt. W. Hudson...Male...Squad 1...Active**

Pvt. J. Vasquez...Female...Squad 2...Active**

Pvt. W. Gorman...Male...Active

Pvt. A. Apone...Male Squad 2...Active

Pvt. T. Crowe...Male...Squad 1...Active

Chapter 2

Arrival to LV-426

"Here we go" Crowe said.

She looks like she's in a gas chamber waiting for the pellet to drop.

EXT. SULACO

The drop-ship lowers from the cargo-lock on a massive launch rig. The night side of Acheron yawns below...
enigmatic.

INT. COCKPIT

Ace and Gorman run rapidly through the switches.

"Initiate release sequencer on my mark. Three. Two. One. Mark!" Gorman said while counting.

EXT. SULACO - DROP-SHIP

Hydraulic WHINE. Clamps SLAM BACK. The ship drops.

INT. DROP-SHIP - APC

Drilovsky, stalking the aisle, snatches for a handhold. Both Nigel and Rachel groan. Drilovsky walked to them at with them.

"I know this is your-" He stopped and didn't continue.

EXT. DROP-SHIP

It screams down through the stratosphere, plunging into dark turbulence.

INT. COCKPIT

Beyond the canopy is gray limbo. The craft shudders and lurches.

"Switching to DCS ranging." Gorman said calmly.

"Two-four-o. Nominal to profile." Ace was pushing some bottoms in the cockpit "Picking up some hull ionization."

"Got it. Rough air ahead."

INT. HOLD - APC

Dickson was asleep in the harness, while Gorman voice filter in the mike.

"Stand by for some chop."

As the ship started to buck, Rachel closed her eyes. Sweating and gong somewhat pale. Crowe notice her.

"How many drops Lieutenant?" he aske

"Thirty-Eight...Simulated" She replied

"How many combat drop" Vasquez asked her.

"Well...three. Four, including this one."

Vasquez and Crowe exchange do-you-believe-this-shit expression. Rachel looked at her boyfriend, Nigel. She notice that Nigel was contacting Moon Base.

"Moon Base to Nigel, Do read me. Over?" he said through his mike.

"We read you aloud in clear General." Somebody said on the other side on the mike.

"Good. Are you still trying to contact LV-426 Numbuh 85? ."

"Positive, but dead at the other end." Paddy aka Numbuh 85 said to his half brother.

"Numbuh 85 this Rachel, if you lose contact with or our vidoes feed, how long do they expect us missing?"

" Sir, 17 weeks at most then will be able to Send a resque sqaud."

"Understood Corporal."

"Sis, please be carefull I don't want to lose you along with Nigel, Patton." Rachel heared her brother talking "Nigel, your sister Virginia told me to tell you to Fanny and be careful."

" Understood Captain Harvey McKenzie." Nigel and Rachel said in unison.

INT. Cockpit

Gorman was looking at kept seeing Hardley Hope. there was a Black theing stick up.

"Turning on final. Coming around to a seven-zero-niner. Terminal guidance locked in." He notice he couldn't see the beacon. "Where's the damn beacon?"

EXT. DROP-SHIP

It emerges from the low cloud ceiling. From the twilight haze ahead the distant colony LANDING BEACONS become visible.

INT. HOLD - APC

Rachel was sittin where the MONITOR CONSOLE is. Nigel was at her side wacthing. Patton was on the other side of her too. As the Lieutenant plays the board like a video director.

The Monitoring screens labelled with the names of the troopers. Two for each soldier. The upper screens show images from the IMAGE-INTENSIFIED VIDEO CAMERAS in their helmets. The lower screens are BIO-MONITORS: EEG, EKG, and other graphic life-function readouts. Other screens show EXTERIOR VIEWS.

"Let Let's see. Everybody on line." Rachel notices that Muarice helmet cam POV was not working. "Drake, check you camera. There seems to be a..." as she said he whacks himself on the head with an ammo case. A familiar malfunction. "...that's better. Pan it around a bit."

" Awright. Fire-team A. Gear up. Let's move. Two minutes." Patton Looked at Dickson " And somebody wake Up Dickson" Drilovsky ordered.

A clatter of activity as they don backpacks and weapons. Abby and Muarice buckle on their smart-gun body harness.

EXT. SHIP - AP STATION

The tiny ship circles the roaring tower. A metal volcano thundering like the engines on God's Lear jet.

INT. HOLD - APC

Rachel plays with the controls, zooming the image of the colony.

"Hold at forty. Slow circle of the complex." She into her mike to Gorman.

"The structure seems intact. They have power." Nigel said.

"Most definitely" Patton murmured

On the screen the colony buildings loom in and the low visibility like wrecks of freighters on the sea floor.

Patton looked at Nigel saying:"Okay, let's do it." Nigel Noded. "Awright! I want a nice clean dispersal this time."

Rachel got her mike again to Gorman. "Set down sixty meters this side of the telemetry mast. Immediate dust off on my 'clear,' then stay on station."

ALRIGHT PEOPLE TEN SECONDS. LOOK SHARP" Nigel shouted.

EXT. COLONY COMPLEX

Landing beacons sweep harsh light across the wet Tarmac. The ship roars down, extending the loading ramp. Slams down on hydraulic LANDING LEGS. The APC hits the ground a moment later, pulling away from the ship as it leaps up in a cloud of spray and peels off, circling. The APC pulls to the edge of the complex. The CREW DOOR opens. Troopers hit the ground running. Spread out. They drop behind immediate cover. Apone scans with him image intensifier visor lowered.

APONE'S P.O.V. through the starlight-scope visor. Bright as a sunny day, though contrasty and lurid, we SEE the colony buildings. Trash blows in the street. No other movement.

Rachel's voice filters over "First squad up, on line." Drilvosky, Lincoln, Dickson, Hudson and Crowe all moved up and then Second Squad stayed put for furthur orders from either Rachel or Nigel. Nigel stayed with the Second Squad. "Nigel, get yours in a cordon. Watch the rear."

Nigel's Voice filter thought his mike.

" Copy the Rach, Squad 1, Abby take point." and Patton add a "Lets Move"

Sprinting in a skirmish line, Drilovsky's team advances on the colony main entry-lock. Parked tightly across the doors are two heavy-duty tractors. Lincoln reaches one of the tractors, looks inside. The controls are ripped out, as if by a crowbar or axe. She moves on.

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