>>466134
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>>466134
>> “I’m sure you guys will be fine, he's old anyway."

>>466134
>> “He broke my arm once, what makes you think that?”

>>466134
>> “No.”

>>466134
>> “No.”
We should make them assume the worst from the beginning.

>>466134
> “He broke my arm once, what makes you think that?”

>And I'm cute, can you imagine what he'll do to you?

> “No.”
> “He broke my arm once, what makes you think that?”

“No, hell no.” The girls all look frightened. “To give you an idea, Sergeant Dune broke my arm once. I was a Lieutenant at that time.”

“What did you do!?” Stacy is incredulous at the idea of a First Sergeant breaking a superior officer’s arm. To be frank, it isn’t that stupid of an idea when you approach it as a soldier, perhaps the Lieutenant was being kind of stupid, or perhaps the situation escalated during a very poor simulated exercise or something.

The truth?

“I was drunk and he decided to spare me,” you explain.

The girls are all quiet for a moment as Mills begins to drive off and away.

Olga holds her hands together, glum. “Well, I hope he’s nice to me.” She clutches her Arkellian Sand Beetle plushie, frowning deeply.

“He’s only nice to people he respects,” you say. “Don’t worry, if you look and act the part of a trooper, you’ll be in his good books. But until then, you’re not much better than dirt on the ground to him.” Indeed, 537 Combat drops over a 25 year period would make anybody kind of crabby. Still, there was no NCO you looked up or relied upon more during your tenure as a Lieutenant than Career Sergeant Dune. Hopefully you get to see him again, maybe thank him for all the support he gave you. Maybe even buy him a drink!

Until then though…

Mills looks over at you. “Where shall we go, ma’am?”

> To lunch, get a warrior’s lunch before heading to Camp Sugar Watkins.
> To the airport. Better now than later.
> Drop the girls off and go tomorrow. You should probably settle more issues on the Idol front than the trooper front.
> Other

>>466334
> To lunch, get a warrior’s lunch before heading to Camp Sugar Watkins.
Make sure everyone gets fed.

>>466334
>> To lunch, get a warrior’s lunch before heading to Camp Sugar Watkins.

>>466334
>> To lunch, get a warrior’s lunch before heading to Camp Sugar Watkins.
A liquid lunch of beers counts as an actual lunch, right?

> To lunch, get a warrior’s lunch before heading to Camp Sugar Watkins.

-

-

You decided to visit a local chippy to get you and the girls a warrior’s lunch before you embark on Camp Sugar Watkins. The chippy itself was quite tame, with hardwood floors, soft lighting, and quiet music playing in the background. With you, Mills, Keiji, Saki, Rosalie, Olga, and Stacy, you get yourself a large table in the middle of the chippy, and order up. “I’ll have a tall glass of lager, seven orders of fish and chips, onion rings, a cut of country steak, a hardboiled egg, a side of salad with that white sauce, and a cut of black pudding with some gravy on the side as well. And give me a bit of extra cheese as well.”

Rosalie blinks. “Wow, Lieutenant. It’s nice of you to order for all of us!”

“What are you talking about?” you ask. “That’s my meal. Keiji.”

Keiji nods. “Six orders of chips, onion rings, and throw in a glass of water as well, along with a grilled pork sandwich with lettuce, tomatoes, and onions, as well as some deviled eggs, a bowl of mac and cheese, and some black pudding as well, sweetheart.” The waitress nods, astounded as she writes it down on her notepad. “Mills.”

“Seven orders of the fish and chips, and I’ll have the whole lot of fried chicken as well, along with a glass of sodapop, eight eggs scrambled, cooked salmon fillet as well, and could you be so kind as to throw me in a bit of sweet and sour sauce with an order of chicken tenders as well, darling?”

The waitress blinks, nodding slowly. She looks over to the girls. “… and what would you girls like?”

All the girls, even Saki, look confused. Olga however, decided to take charge. “We’ll just share with them.” Really? Might not be enough for everybody.

She smiles. “Lovely, be out in… some time.” The waitress quickly retreats to the kitchen.

Keiji leans back. “So, you girls are becoming Idols, hm?” The girls all nod. “Erm uh… Olga was it?” Olga smiles happily, looking to him. “Your father owns those factories building the new suits?”

“Yep!” Olga proudly grins. “We own a contract with British Leyland to produce the new Paladin suits for the Mobile Infantry! My daddy’s also working on trying to get a new contract with Morita Arms to produce the rifles as well!” She looks at you. “Lieutenant, did you ever use the Paladin suits?”

“Yeah, they were terrific,” you say. Though you do miss the Y-Rack grenade launchers. The inverted L-Rack is nice, saves ammo, but it’s not as destructive as the Y-Rack on the Marauder. Plus the Paladin feels slightly… sluggish the last time you remember, at least in comparison to the Marauder.

In fact, the Marauder was basically better.

“Well, my Daddy was hoping he’d get to hear some suggestions from front line troopers about the power suits, and what better suggestions than from you!” She points across the table to you, grinning. “So, what do you think they should to the new suits?”

> More survivability.
> More weaponry.
> More maneuverability.
> Other

>>466530
> More survivability.

>>466530
>More maneuverability
Leads to more survivability, don't get hit, keep target locks, etc. In combat movement and tracking are king.

>>466530
>> More weaponry.
Because nothing goes better together then a lush with heavy artillery.

>Other
Ask about her times with her pappy messing with the suits.

Oh, and the possibility of replacing the grenade launcher with a railgun of some sort, some of those bugs have developed thicker armor, now.

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>>466590
Shocktrooper Suits do come with railguns as standard issue. Tankers utilize micromissile racks (which are more for area-of-effect and area denial). Scouts don't come with these to lighten their loads.

The inverted L-Rack grenade launcher (and Y-Rack on older Maruaders) are secondary to it.

>>466530
>More maneuverability.
We're the MOBILE Infantry; gotta stay mobile if you want to stay alive.

> More maneuverability.

“Well, we’re the Mobile Infantry,” you declare. “Part of warfare is staying mobile. It’d really help if we could bounce farther or move faster on the ground or in space against the Bugs. I guarantee, I knew a few guys who’d be alive right now if they were just a tiny bit faster.”

Azuma nods. “That’s right. War isn’t just about having the thickest armor or the biggest gun. Sometimes you just need a good pair of legs like the Lieutenant here.”

“Excuse me?” What’s he saying?

“Come on, Lieutenant, you were the fastest out of all of us, even without the Command suit,” he says. Aw, he’s flattering you. “Though, looking at your legs now, you’ve obviously let some dust settle in.” IS HE CALLING YOU FAT!? “Hey, don’t look at me like that, you’re the one who drinks constantly. Plus, a year off the frontline after your term is up? Of course you’re going to pack on a few kilos.”

“I oughta slap you silly you manky fuck,” you grab his shoulder and push him away, making his chair creak under his weight. He snorts, snickering at himself. Fuck he thinks he is? You look down at your legs, and your arms, and your hips.

…

God, did you really put on weight since you left?

Mills grunts. “I think the Lieutenant looks fine.” Well, thank you, Mills. “I mean, most guys these days like girls who have a bit of a chub on them.” YOU FUCKING GIT. The girls all start snickering and laughing quietly at you. OI, WHO SAID THEY COULD LAUGH!?

You huff, folding your arms and looking away. You can already feel the blood creeping up on your cheeks. “Whatever.”

“Ah, don’t take it personal, Lieutenant.” Azuma pokes your side. “Just means there’s more of you to love!”

> Tease him back. There’s something he hates being teased about.
> Stew in it, it’s not like you can stop it anyway. At least they’re admitting you’re attractive.
> “Well fuck off.”
> Other

>>466530
>> More maneuverability.

>>466724
>> “Well fuck off.”

>>466724
>> Stew in it, it’s not like you can stop it anyway. At least they’re admitting you’re attractive.

Try not to blush, and immediately fail, then when they call you out on your blushing, tip Azuma's ass over, and continue like nothing happened.

>>466724
>> Stew in it, it’s not like you can stop it anyway. At least they’re admitting you’re attractive.
And plan for weight loss program later. YOU WILL SHOW THEM!!!

>>466724
>Stew in it, it’s not like you can stop it anyway. At least they’re admitting you’re attractive.
>Other: Mentally schedule more workout time, need to tone that stomach and ass.

> Stew in it, it’s not like you can stop it anyway. At least they’re admitting you’re attractive.

You grumble a little. “Like I said, whatever!” Mills and Azuma enjoy laughing at your misery. Hmph, they don’t have to worry about looking like a cupcake when they arrive at Sugar Watkins. Right, you’re going to have to force yourself back onto a training schedule once this Idol thing kicks into full force.

“Here’s your food!” Several waitresses cart out the food that you all ordered.

…

You can wait until after lunch. You, Azuma, and Mills start inhaling your food the minute it comes onto the table. Olga and Rosalie however start talking with each other, along with Saki. Stacy meanwhile simply sits back and listens to music while staring at the window. Oh God, this is the lunch of troopers! You haven’t had a meal like this in years! You must have more! All the crunching and biting of the chips and fish, all the grinding of that steak, and that lager too! You hold up a finger. “Waiter! A round of drinks!”

They drop down a round of drinks for all seven of you. Stacy seems interested at having a drink of beer, before you quickly take all seven beers for yourself. “Mine.” You chug them all. You need alcohol to keep yourself hydrated after all. You could drink water, but water is for pussies and cappies.

Azuma looks at all the beers you’re drinking. “Um. Should you really be drinking this early in the day?”

> “Yes. Waiter, more beer!”
> “Hm, maybe you’re right. I’ll just stick to the seven then.”
> “I’m sorry, I’m being selfish, another round, this time for everybody!”
> Other

>>466879
>> “I’m sorry, I’m being selfish, another round, this time for everybody!”

>>466879
>> “Hm, maybe you’re right. I’ll just stick to the seven then.”

>>466879
>> “I’m sorry, I’m being selfish, another round, this time for everybody!”

"Everybody? Even the gi-"
"EVERYBODY."
"Bu-"
"EV-ERY-BOD-Y."

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>>466879
>>Azuma looks at all the beers you’re drinking. “Um. Should you really be drinking this early in the day?”

Lunch-time beers are only okay if you're Bavarian

>>466879
>> “I’m sorry, I’m being selfish, another round, this time for everybody!”

>>467033
>anon dares to state that drinking is acceptable only at certain times

That, right there, is heresy most vile and foul.

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>>467084
KEIN BIER VOR VIER

> “I’m sorry, I’m being selfish, another round, this time for everybody!”

“Ah, you’re right, I’m being selfish.” You snap your fingers, getting the waitress’s attention. “Waitress, another round for everybody, on me!”

“Yay!” Olga claps her hands, ready to get probably her first ever taste of beer.

“Not you,” says Azuma. Olga frowns a little, actually disappointed at that. The waitress drops seven lagers for the lot of you. “Look, Mills has to drive you know.”

“Fine, I’ll drink his.” You take up his glass, then quickly chug the entire thing straight away. You slam the glass on the table, loudly sighing. “AAAAHH! That’s good!” You quickly take your glass, then chug that as well. Oh, the nice spicy burning sensation of alcohol going down your throat. How you love that feeling! You could drink beer for the rest of your life!

Stacy looks at you. “Are you an alcoholic?” she asks.

“Who the fuck asks a question like that,” you say to her. Seriously!? That’s like asking someone if they’re racist. Absolutely ridiculous question. “Waiter! More beer!” The waitress drops another seven beers on your table. “Haha!” You quickly start drinking more and more.

Mills leans back. “Well, I can still drive us. You girls still want to go tonight?”

“Of course!” says Rosalie. “Anything to get us closer to Camp Sugar Watkins!”

“Right, we’ll let the Lieutenant finish the drinks for us then.” Azuma sighs deeply, taking a drink of one of the lagers, probably one of the few he’ll drink tonight anyway. “Classic Lieutenant.”

“Ah, bugger off, Azuma!” you yell. “Don’t be such a judgmental pussy just because I like to drink!” You say that right before chugging down another glass. Ugh, this lager stuff is too weak. “Waitress!” you yell. “Whose bell end do I have to tickle to get a scotch or a whiskey round her!” Rosalie, Olga, and Saki giggle at you. Fuck are they giggling at, cunts!?

-

-

Azuma carries you with his arm around your shoulder as you walk out. “Over the hills and o’er the main, to Flanders, Portugal, and Sp-…” Fuck did that song goooo? Ugh, where are you even going? Hey, why aren’t we going to the car!? “Wh-… Azuma, where you taking me you bawbag!?” you yell.

“Mills is gonna take the girls to the airport,” he says. “I’m gonna get you a taxi and have you brought home. You can join us at Watkins tomorrow.”

“Fuck you on about, boyo!” You stare at him intensely, watching his figure multiply and sway around before joining back and repeating the process. Fucking… FUCK! “Just because there’s five of ya don’t mean you can boss around your Lieutenant!”

“I’m just trying to have the girls make a positive impression, and you’re not gonna do that drunk,” he says.

> “The fuck I am! I’m going whether you like it or not you cock-eyed manky swine!”
> “Augh, fine, you fucking motherfucker.”
> Other

>>467130
>> “Augh, fine, you fucking motherfucker.”
better not try to get in my pants just couse your takeing me home

>>467154
also say that mybe if you guys would help with the drinks i wouldnt end up like this having to carry the team

>>467130
>> “Augh, fine, you fucking motherfucker.”

>>467130
>> “Augh, fine, you fucking motherfucker.”

So, the reason we're a alcoholic christmas cake with a complex about being cute is because the Lieutenant's deeply traumatised right? I'm just waiting for the PTSD breakdown when she's separated from alcohol for more than 24 hours.

>>467312
Im betting she got captured by the bugs at some point and just barely escaped having her brains sucked out with a straw

>>467333
Schteel said he's primarily using the book Arachnids, and they're actually sapient and smart, so there may not be brain bugs.

> “Augh, fine, you fucking motherfucker.”

“Augh, fine, fine…” Fucking, just because he’s eight feet tall doesn’t mean he can boss you round, ya fucking swine. But today, you will humor him. Azuma raises his hand, flagging down a cab for you. “Just so you know, I’m gonna be reeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaally fucking lonely at home, ya slant-eyed wonder.” You wag your finger at him. “So if you’s coming home with me, you better not be trying to diddle my noonads.”

“You what?” He squints at you. “You say the strangest things when you’re drunk, I swear.”

“I have you-“ You dry heave. Oh fuck. He steps back.

The taxi driver looks out from his window. “Oi, I dun gaez a fook if ya’s a fooking Sky Marshall, nae fooking bodilys in my here cab!”

You swallow deeply. “I-…” You take a deep breath. “I’m good.” You lean in and fall into the taxi. “Not coming with, Azuma?”

“I’m fine,” he says. “I’ll be around in the morning to pick you up, okay? And make sure you don’t drink anything in the morning.”

“Ah, fuck off,” you say. You look at the taxi driver. “Who’s he fooking think he is? Telling me I cannae or cannae drink, eh?”

“I knew whaddya mean,” the taxi driver says. Azuma writes down the address for him to drive too.

“Later, Lieutenant.”

“Bugger off,” you call. The taxi takes you down back home.

-

-

You bust through the front door, stumbling into the living room. Your phone rings. Oh fucking fuck. You pick it up. “Yeeeeah?” you slur.

“It’s Danner. Are you okay?” Augh, fucking Danner.

“Danner, I’m fucking drunk right now, can you call me back?” You look out to the door. It’s so early in the day too. Your drunkenness is starting to ease up, but that’ll change once you raid your fridge.

“I’m just calling to let you know the girls are on their way to Camp Sugar Watkins,” he says. “Actually, since you’re drunk, I might as well talk finance with you. I talked with the PM today, convinced her to set aside some budget for the MWI this year. Might be able to book you a venue once the training’s over. Of course, you’d still need some songs to go with it. You don’t need like a big hit or-“

“Danner.” You flop onto your bed, groaning as your curl up. “… for fucks sake, Danner. I’m drunk.”

“That’s why I’m talking to you. You want I book something for you, or do you want to look at it yourself once the training’s done?”

> “Fuck you, I’ll do it myself.”
> “Fine, fucking do it, just fucking HANG UP YOU BLIND MOOK!”
> Other

>>467355
>> “Fine, fucking do it, just fucking HANG UP YOU BLIND MOOK!”

>>467355
>> “Fine, fucking do it, just fucking HANG UP YOU BLIND MOOK!”

>>467355
>> “Fine, fucking do it, just fucking HANG UP YOU BLIND MOOK!”

>>467404
and buy me something cute or something to show me off, just couse im the den mother dosnt mean i have to dreass liek a hag

>>467408
im hot/cute dam it

>>467434
No we aren't.

>>467447
(LT glasses you in the face cutely)

>>467447
we think we are and we are drunk so we are now the hotest thing ever
we going to up stage this teens and show htem what a real woman looks liek and men want
also bitchslaps the man out of you for saying we arnt >>467447

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>>467465
>we going to up stage this teens and show htem what a real woman looks liek and men want

>Crowd's reaction

> “Fine, fucking do it, just fucking HANG UP YOU BLIND MOOK!”

“Augh, fine, just fucking do it, get me a fucking dress too that shows me off me shapely rear and my fucking great tits and just fucking hang up you blind fucking MOOK!”

“Alright, alright. First thing once you’re done training, you’ll be doing a war bond show in the former US territories alright? The PM wants to build up a lot of support there. It’ll be up to you what the show’s gonna be about though, you can sing, you can dance, you can do little shows, all up to you. I’ll call you in the morning.” Ugh, fucking Americans. You mutter as he hangs up, and throw your phone on the end table. You look around.

Beyond the room spinning, the cleaning robot has kept the house fairly clean for you. It’s a pretty big house too, pretty lonely besides you and Cyrano. The living room you were now resting in had the two couches, an arm chair, a comfy rug, that coffee table for all of your drinks, and a large screen for watching Fednet.

Hm, maybe some Fednet will assuage your drunken thoughts. You turn the screen on.

> WE NEED PILOTS, WE NEED-

Nope. You change the channel.

> IF YOU THINK YOU’RE PSYCHIC, MAYBE YOU-

Nope.

Ugh…

Fuck it. “Cyrano!” you yell. Cyrano comes hopping out of the kitchen, happily panting and bouncing as he comes around to you. He starts licking the fingers that hang off the couch. “Oh, good boooooy…” You sigh, a bit of something sticking at the back of your throat. Probably phlegm. Ugh.

You receive another call. Oh, fucking DANNER! You grab the phone. “DANNER WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT!?”

“… who’s Danner?”

… oh shit.

“M-… Mister Ruszcyk?”

He remains silent on the line. Oh nonononono

> “Um, give me a minute, I’m not decent!”
> “Heeeeey.”
> “Um, can you call back?”
> Other

>>467507
>> “Um, give me a minute, I’m not cu- er, decent!”

>>467507
>Heeeeey
how you doing, life treating you good?
wat did you wana talk to me about

>>467507
>> “Heeeeey, I'm drunk, leave a message after the tone. BEEP.”

>>467476
damm right there going to love us

>>467522
>>467524
can we combine thise to make a really elabert voice missage?
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A1eKMzohqY4

> “Heeeeey.”

“Heeeeeeeey…” You blink. “I’m drunk, can you leave a message?”

“I would if you were actually an answering machine,” he says. Fuck, he’s onto you. “How are you, Lieutenant?”

“I-… I’m fine, Mister Ruszcyk, thank you. I’m getting back into the world of the Federal Service thanks to the Prime Minister.”

“Yes, I read the papers. War Hero set to lead Starship Idol Squad, group of girls who’ll bring the war to the youth of the Federation by enlisting the Mobile Infantry, performing songs, and becoming the local celebrities. The lineup of girls you got are quite cute actually. Reminds me of you back in your day.” Is he implying something? “I must say, not how I envisioned your post-term career.”

“Ah, whatever…” You lie back in your couch, groaning. “What did you call me about, Mister Ruszcyk?” You actually did hear he re-enlisted. Maybe he’s at Sugar Watkins right now, training. Or perhaps he’s even earning his commission to Lieutenant at OCS (he attained the rank of Captain if you recall before he retired to be an H&M teacher).

“I just wanted to say I’m glad you’re part of this. The youth of today don’t appreciate the sacrifice people give in this war. I believe that they should have something they can relate to and that’ll be the Idols.” Oh great, even your teacher thinks the Idols are a good idea. “You disagree?”

“A little.”

“Well, think of it this way. If we had the Idols propagandizing the war, how would they look if they didn’t go into combat at all?”

“That- they’re supposed to be performers.”

“Performers essentially telling people to go to war,” he says.

You sigh. “… so you re-enlisted?”

“I’m at OCS now taking a crash course. You should come with me and get your commission back.”

“Mister Ruszcyk, I-“ You sigh.

“… is this about Flores?”

> “Yeah.”
> “No, it’s fine.”
> “I have to go.”
> Other

>>467621
> “I have to go.”

>>467621
> “No, it’s fine.”

>>467621
>> “No, it’s fine.”

>>467621
>> “I have to go.”
but we do need to get fit so we can kill bugs

>>467621
>> “I have to go.”

>>467621
>> “I have to go.”

> “I have to go.”

“Um, Mister Ruszcyk, I gotta go.”

“Well, alright. You have my number if you want to talk. Goodbye, Lieutenant.” You hang up, then rest your head against the couch cushion.

…

After a few minutes of staring up at the ceiling and petting Cyrano on the head, you decide that maybe a jog is in order. Sure, you’re drunk, sure your balance is a bit fumbly, but better now than never. You push yourself off the couch, then hurry upstairs.

You come back down a few minutes later in your PT kit, shorts, a grey t-shirt with the black “MI” on the front, and some nice running shoes. But first, you do gotta do some stretching, warm up. You quickly take a few high steps, bend over to touch your toes, make a few high kicks, and after some time doing that, you’re set.

But one last thing before you go.

You head to the fridge in the kitchen. There, the cleaning robot is busy mopping the floor. Afternoon sun is already high in the sky and yet your brain is addled by the alcohol.

Truth be told, it’s not the best idea to go out drunk but whatever. Worst case scenario you get hit by a car. You open the fridge, then find two bottles of whiskey, best whiskey you’ve got in the house actually. You open up for yourself, then take a very hearty swig to get the blood flowing. “Aaaahh…” you take a loud breath, then place it down on the kitchen island counter.

Then you open the second one and place it down for Dizzy next to yours. “There you go, Diz.” You put on some earphones and get a bit of music going.

And out the door you go. The rest of the day will be exercise.

Then tomorrow, Camp Sugar Watkins.

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>>467771
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cnbb7ejzUE

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>>467776
thanks
also iv naver read any of the books
whats the biggest difference to them?

>>467776
Thanks for running QM!

>>467776
As a fan of Starship Troopers I'm really liking this quest. It's kind of playing a nice middle ground between the book and the absurdist satire of the films. Thanks for running boss.

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>>467776
Thanks for running, Schteel!

Question, has the MI phased out armored vehicles (tanks, IFVs, etc.) in favor of power armor? Is the power armor like the mobile suit in that its supplanted a lot of vehicles in their roles?

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>>467788
There's only one book, and that's the book which is most politically charged with everything about the right to vote, the war, and responsibility, yadda yadda.

Movie is VERY different, it almost isn't Starship Troopers in that sense.

>>467790
That's what I'm trying for.

>>467791
The power armor has very much phased out most everything else like tanks, IFVs, artillery, etc because anything they can do, a suit can do. And anything a suit CAN'T do like extreme long range artillery, mobile recon, or air combat, Fleet can do.

However, the suit isn't like a gundam in that it's a vehicle. It's very much an infantry suit, it just has everything a trooper needs. You don't pilot a suit, you wear it.

>>467804
ok
hmm il have to look it up
i should be here for the next one
we better have eve of the tiger playing at teh camp

>>467804
Are the Bugs like insects with a caste system, or are they simply one species of bug-like sapients?

How survivable is a suit of power armor against a Bug plasma hit? Is it "DODGE DODGE DODGE" thin or "Argh, my shoulder servos are melted but I'll be fine"?

>>467788
The thing to keep in mind with Heinlein is that he was a sociological soapbox essayist before an SF writer. His first written, though since he boxed it right away, the last published, For Us, The Living: A Comedy of Customs, is basically just a set of his essays in a loose narrative framework. Starship Troopers is a great "limited franchise democracy" treatise that also happened to be the origin of Powered Armor.

The movie is a campy Bug Hunt movie that got the name of the book slapped on and a dismissive grave-pissing version of the governmental system that turned it into fascism because Paul Verhoeven is a fucking hack who refused to read it.

>>467857
eye

>>467862
By the book they do have large swarm volumes, but the vast majority were passive workers, and one strategy they had was to mix in warriors armed with plasma guns.

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>>467865
>because Paul Verhoeven is a fucking hack who refused to read it
Well, he DID have his country taken over by a government where the military ran everything and was practically synonymous with the government.

>>467877
sadly they didnt have all girl army dressed like that

>>467881
> Now class, what is facism?
> Kawaii as fuck ma'am

>>467894
totaly be fine with facism if its Kawaii as fuck
also hitler had a fuck factory thing
where he had owmans breed with the best master race peopel he could find to make the perfict babys

>>467862
>>467875
The Pseudo-Arachnids (or the Bugs) in Starship Idols are going to be a bit of an expansion upon Heinlein's own bugs in that they are rather insect-like with well-defined caste systems, however they do not breed any castes specifically for combat like the show other movies did.

The Bugs are actually rather sapient and intelligent on their own, but very social and much better in groups (owing to them essentially being space communists). And as the teacher in the first movie said, "have no fear, no ego, and no concept of death". And besides that, they are actually a highly advanced species, possessing interstellar travel, plasma weaponry, and even tanks and nukes.

Was planning on creating a basic design for them at some point, might even do it tomorrow if I get time.

As for survivability, the suits can survive a good number of blows from small-arms sized plasma, which most bugs have. It's the big ones that can vape troopers, and even small-arms plasma rifles can overwhelm a suit in the right areas.

>>467907
So is the Federation losing the war or just kind of in a stalemate?

>>467877
Except the military doesn't have a vote, only post-service civilians. It's still a democratic system, just with those who've proven willing to put the good of the whole above even their own lives.

>>467916
a bit of a stalemate but if we cant get people to join up or give more money to the war we might be on the losing end

>>467916
The Federation says it's in a stalemate. But mathematically they are losing. Even if the Federation wins back a planet, any losses they incur automatically make it Pyrrhic in the sense that the Arachnids can just recoup their losses a thousandfold.

The past ten years have been spent trying to hit the Arachnids where they live, with limited success. The MC was one of those successes, but that'll come up later.

>>467936
Grim, I like it

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>>467944
if its not 40k grim its not grim enguh
how long till they start doing this to wounded sloders
have they tryd clones?

>>467965
The Federation is harsh, maybe a bit too harsh, hence why people don't enlist as much as they should.

It is not however cruel enough to stick wounded soldiers into walking coffins to make them serve a second life nor is it stupid enough to work around the implications of forcing a clone army to do its fighting for it.

The Federation believes firmly that it works, which is why Prime Minister Thach refuses to end the war.

>>467965
It's a wholly different kind of grim though, more understated. It's Germany in 1942-3 when there's a slow dawning realisation that they're going to lose the war versus 40k's bombastic grimdark-dark-grimness.

>>467982
but wat if the solders wanted this?
mybe they want to keep the war as it keeps them in power??
but useing a clone army would cut down normal peopels deaths and mean we could jack up the army numbers.
but the pr would be a cluster fuck
i could see the mdoing it to save us all right at the end.

>>467936
Does the quest take place after the book? How'd the second battle of Klendathu go?

>>467918
Sure, ideally. And the book was written with an idealistic mindset. Its just Verhoeven saw comparisons to real life and couldn't resist making it all a joke.

>>467776
Thanks for the fun, boss. See you late tomorrow (fucking work. I miss being unemployed when you're running)

>>467993
>Its just Verhoeven saw comparisons to real life and couldn't resist making it all a joke.
He didn't even read it, and said so proudly, so it's impossible it was that deep.

>>467993
Poorly.

>>467991
The usage of a Clone Army has far greater implications than you realize. The Federation surrendering itself to using even a -small- draftee force would render its main philosophy, that the volunteer is king, absolutely moot. It's why the Federation, even in its most dire situation, refuses to consider the possibility of just drafting people (which actually WOULD really help), or make use of alien auxiliary forces (though the reasons for that are more practical based, they just aren't replacements for suited MI.)

>>467991
The war doesn't keep them in power. Federal Service will find a use for anyone that wants to serve. Even if that means testing lifeboats for interstellar cruise ships in emergency situations. Got someone who's a quadrapalegic that wants to serve? The can be added to the lifeboat test to make it more difficult. Lifeboat doesn't work?
Heroes of the Federation.

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>>468026
Eh, true.

Why you so mad about Verhoeven making fun of militarism? Is a culture where the military is the de facto power really that near and dear to your heart?

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>>468036
>philosophy
is going to be the end of them
ifeboat doesn't work?
Heroes of the Federation. thats some IG stuff right there
also whats the name of this girl baand we are putting together? sisters of battle?

>>468044
I';m mad that he took a great book and turned it into a shitfest that got every detail wrong, yet became what a lot of people think is "Starship Troopers."

>>468094
what do you think alot of people that read the books think when they go watch the movie
books always better

>>468094
>yet became what a lot of people think is "Starship Troopers."
Don't worry, considering the current Hollywood system is loving reboots and remakes, we might actually get an accurate Starship Troopers film that'll probably just be a regular sci-fi war film that doesn't mention the book's more political essay parts.

Because really a 1:1 translation of the book is gonna be boring as fuck.

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>>468058
It's tentatively named the Starship Idols.

>>468094
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>>468107
Yeah, I'm of agreement that the book was kind of fucking boring. However, it did have a lot of good ideas, it just wasn't translated into a good story. The Federation is an interesting concept, the Power Armor is one of a kind, but Heinlein gave more priority to teaching the values of the Federation than telling a story in it.

>>468122
thats the name of the band? no wounder the feds are loseing the recruitment war need better names for things

>>468153
i thort that the starship idols was the code name for the op we are doing and not the name of the band also the girls need a stage name as well