The MI moved as a single organism. They didn't run; they marched with the rhythmic thud of pressurized boots. Johnny slid into his egg-shaped pod. The darkness swallowed him, save for the amber glow of the HUD. "On the bounce, troopers!" the radio crackled.
The sirens began to wail, a dissonant screech that signaled the "Drop." ROBERT A. HEINLEIN FANTERIA DELLO SPAZIO
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. The MI moved as a single organism
Below the surface, the ground vibrated. The Bugs were coming. The darkness swallowed him, save for the amber
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.