"Don't know why you bother, Rico," Sergeant Zim’s voice boomed from the doorway. "The bugs’ll just cover it in ichor the minute you hit the dirt."
Johnny stepped into the suit, the neuro-mechanical interface stinging as it synced with his nervous system. Suddenly, he wasn't just a man; he was a steel-clad titan, capable of leaping buildings and leveling hills. He felt the familiar weight of the Y-rack on his back, loaded with tactical nukes and jump-jets. "To the capsules!" Zim roared. ROBERT A. HEINLEIN FANTERIA DELLO SPAZIO
Below the surface, the ground vibrated. The Bugs were coming. "Don't know why you bother, Rico," Sergeant Zim’s
"Keep your intervals!" Johnny shouted into the comms, his voice steady. He wasn't the scared kid from the history classes anymore. He was a piece of the Federation's shield. He squeezed the trigger, and as the first wave of Arachnids burst through the crust, he realized that while the universe was vast and terrifying, as long as the Infantry held the line, humanity had a home. He felt the familiar weight of the Y-rack
The floor dropped out. For a second, there was the stomach-flipping void of space, then the violent shudder of the atmosphere hitting the heat shield. Outside, the sky of Klendathu was a bruised purple, filled with the streaks of a thousand falling stars—each one a soldier.