Due to my low grades in college, I was sent to military training in Starship Troopers, the “cannon fodder” of the Federation. Now I am in a cramped landing shuttle descending on one of the moons belonging to the arachnids. The landing force lands on the beetle moon. The beetles fire targeted plasma blasts at ships in orbit, causing heavy casualties. Very soon my shuttle will fly to the surface of the local moon and the landing paratroopers will have to be in a “meat grinder”; the firepower is not enough to contain the hordes of arachnids. Even I can see this. The command is letting us go to slaughter in the hope of destroying the beetles firing plasma at spaceships in orbit and creating a springboard for landing a ship with materials to create a base on the surface. I and dozens of paratroopers in the shuttle hear the sound of landing and a volley of automatic machine guns installed outside the shuttle. the hatch opens and we see the sandy surface covered with the bodies of killed beetles whose acidic blood smokes in the air. I also notice several dozen other groups of paratroopers emerging from the shuttles. The officer gives the command to leave the shuttle and we get out. Looking at the sky, I see shuttles shot down in the air, their debris scattered in the atmosphere. My thoughts were interrupted by the officer’s command “Contact!” and I notice a horde of large beetles running towards us.