SOTS Supreme (A story pitch, input needed)
Posted: Tue Jul 08, 2008 5:39 am
This is a bad and silly idea
SOTS Supreme has been bubbling and percolating just a little bit in my brain - not as much as DINO EATER and other Comix! stuff, but it's there. I can't just abandon my first-ever verse... or can I?
Anyway, I don't intend on bringing back the 'verse by getting myself a 'verse forum. I don't want that, I think it's haaaard and I think I can be more productive by producing an actual story than writing about an article about the ten different kinds of OrGazmo flavors.
ANYWAY - SOTS Supreme.
I pitched it to Ford, and he was But perhaps under that , he could've been weeping tears of blood (from his bleeding laser eyes... breasts) on behalf of us all. I don't know.
I pitched it to Malchus, and he just smiled and nodded. I admire the man, he has a high tolerance for insanity (and inanity - which he generously contributed!).
Per thinks it's what Paul Verhoven would've made if he was the one in charge of the Fifth Element.
Moby thinks I should go back into SRS BSNSS. He is wrong.
But, really. I'm addicted to this silly stuff - ever since JC, and progressing with those silly short stories and Comix and DINO EATER.
So now, if all things are swell, it culmunates in a full circle!
SOVEREIGNS OF THE STARS - Supreme!
It is the year 3456 - a thousand years in the future of vanilla SOTS. Many elements will be retained, perhaps Old SOTS will be a prelude. They won't really conflict with each other. They are one and the same... spiritually!
The universe is now posthuman and postreal. Everyone is loopier by a factor of ten billions. Everyone is angry!
Enter John Baylor. Since he'll be our storyteller for SOTS Supreme, we should start with him. He was born to a not-so-well off family. Since they're really poor, all they could afford for their son were recessive genes. So Baylor is just a mediocre human at best. He is slightly dim.
He has no aspirations, and went to school and got the shit kicked out of him by the academia. Until the United Sovereignty Marine Corp's recruitment drive - in which they drove a HUEG Terminator Tank over the school's lawn!
So Baylor joined the Marines! He became all he could be! Semper Fi, motherfucker! Hooah!
Drill camp was harsh and rough! He was molested by his Drill Instructor - a man who lost his lower body when he sat on a chair boobytrapped with a land mine by Bragulans. He has treads for legs, and with his treads he runs over Baylor's feet regularly.
Nevertheless, Baylor was a good trooper and he caught the attention of the respected Staff Sergeant Scrooge - who grabbed Baylor into his regiment, the 101,531st DUCK FUCKS.
Baylor and his buddies are given ridiculous callsigns. His three buddies become Huey, Dewey and Louie. Baylor himself is called Donald.
Their regimental banner is that of Donald Duck saluting a portrait of Adolph Hitler.
That is Malchus' contribution.
Anyway, Huey becomes the Squad Designated Cyborg (SDC) - so he can carry outrageously heavy things, like howitzers. His arms (and legs?) are removed and placed in a freezer, while the USMC gives him cybernetics! Upon his discharge, he will return his cybernetic limbs to the USMC (which will bestow them to another SDC and will have his fleshy arms (and legs?) replaced. This will be a plot point near the end of Baylor's deployment, in which he must battle the bureaucracy which has lost Huey's limbs.
Dewey can be the Squad Designated Marksman - the deal is similar to Huey's, except he has his eyeballs and ocular lobes of his brain replaced by fancy spiffy stuff. He is a sniper, this is his rifle - there are many others like it, but this one is his. Without it, and his cybernetic eyesockets, he is nothing!
Louie can be the medic. I think at some point, she gets a Million Dollar Wound and gets discharged. She might get replaced by another woman - an old one who used to work for the orphanage, taking care of babies - with four udder-like breasts (since she breastfed the orphanage's newborns). Maybe not.
There is Gander. He will be an incompetent bastard, like Baylor. A rival, so to speak. He is inhumanly lucky and he is also rich. So rich that his custom modded body cannot accept mere "baseline" transplants and transfusions - since his branded organs cannot interface with mere generic cells. This will be his downfall when his body gets infected after he cannot accept a Chlorine Transfusion in the battlefield. Baylor's a universal donor, as his Chlorine Type is 3562KKR (Kappa Kappa Rho) - but it's generic genes. Thrice damn his recessive genes!
But Gander is a lucky SOB. He survives, but gets hit by a Bragulan RPG some time later. His head is removed from his ruined body, but it is put in a freezer and I think he gets resucitated - but he'll never be combat capable ever again.
Selphie is also similar to Gander. She was born into money and her parents made sure she got the best genetic treatment. Thus she wasn't born out of a human womb, neither was she born out of a cheap artificial one either! She hatched from an egg! With that, and her gene-modded replicanated nature, she's like... ten times smarter than Baylor or something. She's multi-talented and can perform a whole lot of tasks from communications and data-managament, to basic ship maintenance (as she has downloaded the knowledge). She'll be everywhere.
Baylor will celebrate her birthday by going "HAPPY HATCHING DAY!", which annoys her. She has no navel.
Baylor himself isn't totally mundane. He is also a posthuman, so he can auto-translate alien dialects which he's downloaded subbing/dubbing software for. He can memorize things in great detail, only if he bothers to remember them (hah!)... but that stuff consumes a lot of memory. He's as physically fit as any 80s Action Hero. He can take photographs with his eyes - but that falls into the same problem as his defective mnemonic devices.
He can listen to tunes and hum them pretty well. When he listens to and hums a tune he didn't pay for, the Terran Recording Association of Media Producers (TRAMP) catches him and with their posthuman postreal post-anti post-piracy software, they shut down his auditory and vocal functions - turning him into a deafmute with the mother of all sore throats.
Baylor can still communicate though. He can understand communications thanks to subtitles, and can still speak by writing his thoughts on a tiny chalk board.
When this happens, he takes violent revenge on the TRAMP. Whether or not this happens after he's been discharged, or when he's on shoreleave - or this is the reason WHY he got discharged... I have yet decided.
ANYWAY, all that is not REALLY important.
The important thing is that Baylor is an insignificant asshole and a lot of bad things happens to him.
He's in the Sovereign Star Ship Iron Fist, a kilometer-long semi-triangular cruiser for the USMC. It's not a good ship - it's a shitty jack of all trades one. It carries fighters, it carries ground troops, it is designed for combat, but it's just average in all respects.
The USMC is a cash-strapped and shitty organization. It does anti-piracy operations, anti-insurgency operations, when there's a ground war they are first to arrive... but that's it. The Navy has ships that are twice as big and ten times as killy (usually more). The Army has mobile anti-ship anti-orbit artillery pieces the size of skyscrapers.
The Marines, the infantry themselves, are used to quell disturbances and act as sidedishes for conventional war. But in conventional war, they are hopelessly obsolete. Part of the stories will deal with that fact - how mundanity can barely keep up in a grim dark future of exteme killfuckery.
One of the climaxes involves a minor Bragulan uprising comprised of a few cruisers attacks a planet being patrolled by the Iron Fist. The cruisers - which also carry ground assets (like the Iron Fist), as the Bragulan uprising is shitty and strapped for cash - deploys ground forces to take the planet while they themselves take on the Iron Fist and other USE patrol boats.
[Moby wonders why a ground invasion would be bothered with. See, these Brags are nuts and they want the planet. But they're also poor as shit, so they can't afford to have landing ships to keep in reserve. Their warships ARE their landing ships - and so to avoid damage to their payload of ground forces, they disembark their ground forces just as they engage in space combat. It would suck if your tanks and infantry get wasted before they make landfall.]
[OTOH, if the Brags lose their ships in orbit AFTER their ground forces have landed... well, no one can accuse Bragulans of giving a fuck about their fellow man. Or fellow Brag. Whatever.]
ANYWAY. The ground attack involves clouds of thousands of SNT fighters armed with air-to-ground and air-to-air nuclear tac nukes, and they're going in at hypersonic. It's all The Big One shit, with high-mach interceptions and shit. The USE's SF-44 White Sharks are more than up to the task of killfucking any Bragulan fighters.
*cue homoerotic radio chatter*
BUT. That is unimportant. Aside from homoerotic radio chatter, all Baylor and his grunts can see of the sky and space war is just the sky exploding and catching fire. They have more important tasks at hand.
BRAGULAN TANKS - as big as buildings, as big as malls, as big as ships - are dropped from orbit. They have liquid-fueled thrusters that maneuver them for crash landing! They crash and make craters! They're, like, half-buried in the ground - imbedded in the planetary crust.
They use their cannons, that shoot shells the size of eighteen wheelers, to shoot THROUGH the ground - digging obscene trenches through the earth, allowing them to move forward.
The fact that their half-buried allows them to evade Line Of Sight laser and plasma weapons, while they counter incoming attacks with point defense and atomic mortars. They grind their way into the city, ready to smash its starscrapers.
Baylor is distraught upon being ordered to engage these monstrosities - these Bragulan behemoths. He complains about how the Marine contingent and the Planetary Defense Forces number just three million men, while the Brags number in the metric fuckfulls.
Anyway, we end up seeing spectacles as Baylor and his men leap from a collapsing skyscraper ON TO one of these Brag Behemoths. The Squad Designated Cyborgs start using monomolecular entrenching tools to pry access hatches open. But since these access hatches are, like, blast doors proof against nuclear detonations... well, it doesn't go too well.
They blow up the periscopes with nuclear demo charges, amongst other things. Or they could feign planting airstrike laser designators. They WON'T do that, since they DON'T want to call down an airstrike right on themselves.
But the Bragulans are crazy fuckers and they think its Standard Operating Procedure to do suicide kamikaze calling down of airstrikes and strafing runs. So the troop detachment of the Brag Behemoth emerges from within the tank - and they have with them their own tanks! TANKS ON TOP OF TANKS!
It's just like Endor and Baylor's team engages in a firefight and ends up inside the Brag Behemoth.
They ruin its shit.
AT ANOTHER OCCASION. Baylor is confronted by a squad of Bragulans in cityfighting. Perhaps this is in the aftermath, after the BIG INVASION is thwarted. With their orbital support gone, the Bragulans become stragglers and are doomed to peasants' deaths.
See, the Bragulan rebels are just a pissant force. A REAL Imperial Bragulan Force could've conducted an all out invasion of supertanks on ALL of the continents on ALL of the planets in the starsystem. But these are just pissant insurgents, so meh.
Anyway, Baylor finds a Brag strongpoint and engage in a fire fight. The Brags call down "artillery". Baylor hears "NUCLEAR LAUNCH DETECTED" from his early warning system. In spite he calls down his own artillery.
As the nuclear artillery comes down on Baylor, the IRON FIST prepares to orbitally bombard the Bragulan position with a "precision" bolt of plasma.
The Bragulan strongpoint gets the fuck out of their, and amidst them is Baylor squad.
The nukes and plasma hit, and the blast wave sends everyone flying. A lot of folks are killed, but in the aftermath, Baylor and his shellshocked survivors engage the Bragulans in close quarters combat. Even degenerating into hand-to-hand, in which a Bragulan punches a Marine's head off, and Baylor harpoons one of them with an entrenching tool.
Anyway, it's a hard day at work.
BAYLOR doesn't do this shit all the time, though. His first exploit could just be taking on pirates who are boarding a vessel. Zero-g CQC!
Another exploit could be containing a civil disturbance. They play riot police as some cultists, religionists, Viking fundamentalists, hamurabbis, and whatnot start stirring up shit.
The Viking fundamentalists start throwing objects at Baylor, some of the Marines get hurt. But the RULES OF ENGAGEMENT say that they cannot fire unless fired upon - so Baylor decides not to use firearms. Instead, the Marines in their power armor start punching the protestors in the face, while beating them with sticks,.
LATER (or EARLIER) ON - Baylor and his marines land on a feral world in Wild Space. It's not USE territory, but they receive a distress beacon from some pilgrims and find that their crashed ship has been ransacked, and that their bodies have been devoured.
THIS could be TIED IN with that anti-piracy operation. Maybe when the pirates boarded that stricken civilian ship, the civilians evacuated and their escape pod landed in that planet populated by...
...Mad Maxian POSTAPOCALYPTIC CANNIBAL TRIBES, and they venerate a hippopotamus.
NONETHELESS, it is against the Sovereignty's Prime Directive to interfere with the affairs of "primitive and uncivilized cultures of paleosavages" - so the Marines eventually get out.
NOT AFTER a hippie moron on Baylor's squad takes the hippo.
"Private! Why have you this God-Hippo on a leash on your person!"
Then they are beset upon by the Pseudo-Connoltian POSTAPOCALYPTIC CANNIBAL TRIBES. Baylor and the Marines kill them all or something.
Anyway, it'll be sorta like Hot Fuzz. In Space.
SOTS Supreme has been bubbling and percolating just a little bit in my brain - not as much as DINO EATER and other Comix! stuff, but it's there. I can't just abandon my first-ever verse... or can I?
Anyway, I don't intend on bringing back the 'verse by getting myself a 'verse forum. I don't want that, I think it's haaaard and I think I can be more productive by producing an actual story than writing about an article about the ten different kinds of OrGazmo flavors.
ANYWAY - SOTS Supreme.
I pitched it to Ford, and he was But perhaps under that , he could've been weeping tears of blood (from his bleeding laser eyes... breasts) on behalf of us all. I don't know.
I pitched it to Malchus, and he just smiled and nodded. I admire the man, he has a high tolerance for insanity (and inanity - which he generously contributed!).
Per thinks it's what Paul Verhoven would've made if he was the one in charge of the Fifth Element.
Moby thinks I should go back into SRS BSNSS. He is wrong.
But, really. I'm addicted to this silly stuff - ever since JC, and progressing with those silly short stories and Comix and DINO EATER.
So now, if all things are swell, it culmunates in a full circle!
SOVEREIGNS OF THE STARS - Supreme!
It is the year 3456 - a thousand years in the future of vanilla SOTS. Many elements will be retained, perhaps Old SOTS will be a prelude. They won't really conflict with each other. They are one and the same... spiritually!
The universe is now posthuman and postreal. Everyone is loopier by a factor of ten billions. Everyone is angry!
Enter John Baylor. Since he'll be our storyteller for SOTS Supreme, we should start with him. He was born to a not-so-well off family. Since they're really poor, all they could afford for their son were recessive genes. So Baylor is just a mediocre human at best. He is slightly dim.
He has no aspirations, and went to school and got the shit kicked out of him by the academia. Until the United Sovereignty Marine Corp's recruitment drive - in which they drove a HUEG Terminator Tank over the school's lawn!
So Baylor joined the Marines! He became all he could be! Semper Fi, motherfucker! Hooah!
Drill camp was harsh and rough! He was molested by his Drill Instructor - a man who lost his lower body when he sat on a chair boobytrapped with a land mine by Bragulans. He has treads for legs, and with his treads he runs over Baylor's feet regularly.
Nevertheless, Baylor was a good trooper and he caught the attention of the respected Staff Sergeant Scrooge - who grabbed Baylor into his regiment, the 101,531st DUCK FUCKS.
Baylor and his buddies are given ridiculous callsigns. His three buddies become Huey, Dewey and Louie. Baylor himself is called Donald.
Their regimental banner is that of Donald Duck saluting a portrait of Adolph Hitler.
That is Malchus' contribution.
Anyway, Huey becomes the Squad Designated Cyborg (SDC) - so he can carry outrageously heavy things, like howitzers. His arms (and legs?) are removed and placed in a freezer, while the USMC gives him cybernetics! Upon his discharge, he will return his cybernetic limbs to the USMC (which will bestow them to another SDC and will have his fleshy arms (and legs?) replaced. This will be a plot point near the end of Baylor's deployment, in which he must battle the bureaucracy which has lost Huey's limbs.
Dewey can be the Squad Designated Marksman - the deal is similar to Huey's, except he has his eyeballs and ocular lobes of his brain replaced by fancy spiffy stuff. He is a sniper, this is his rifle - there are many others like it, but this one is his. Without it, and his cybernetic eyesockets, he is nothing!
Louie can be the medic. I think at some point, she gets a Million Dollar Wound and gets discharged. She might get replaced by another woman - an old one who used to work for the orphanage, taking care of babies - with four udder-like breasts (since she breastfed the orphanage's newborns). Maybe not.
There is Gander. He will be an incompetent bastard, like Baylor. A rival, so to speak. He is inhumanly lucky and he is also rich. So rich that his custom modded body cannot accept mere "baseline" transplants and transfusions - since his branded organs cannot interface with mere generic cells. This will be his downfall when his body gets infected after he cannot accept a Chlorine Transfusion in the battlefield. Baylor's a universal donor, as his Chlorine Type is 3562KKR (Kappa Kappa Rho) - but it's generic genes. Thrice damn his recessive genes!
But Gander is a lucky SOB. He survives, but gets hit by a Bragulan RPG some time later. His head is removed from his ruined body, but it is put in a freezer and I think he gets resucitated - but he'll never be combat capable ever again.
Selphie is also similar to Gander. She was born into money and her parents made sure she got the best genetic treatment. Thus she wasn't born out of a human womb, neither was she born out of a cheap artificial one either! She hatched from an egg! With that, and her gene-modded replicanated nature, she's like... ten times smarter than Baylor or something. She's multi-talented and can perform a whole lot of tasks from communications and data-managament, to basic ship maintenance (as she has downloaded the knowledge). She'll be everywhere.
Baylor will celebrate her birthday by going "HAPPY HATCHING DAY!", which annoys her. She has no navel.
Baylor himself isn't totally mundane. He is also a posthuman, so he can auto-translate alien dialects which he's downloaded subbing/dubbing software for. He can memorize things in great detail, only if he bothers to remember them (hah!)... but that stuff consumes a lot of memory. He's as physically fit as any 80s Action Hero. He can take photographs with his eyes - but that falls into the same problem as his defective mnemonic devices.
He can listen to tunes and hum them pretty well. When he listens to and hums a tune he didn't pay for, the Terran Recording Association of Media Producers (TRAMP) catches him and with their posthuman postreal post-anti post-piracy software, they shut down his auditory and vocal functions - turning him into a deafmute with the mother of all sore throats.
Baylor can still communicate though. He can understand communications thanks to subtitles, and can still speak by writing his thoughts on a tiny chalk board.
When this happens, he takes violent revenge on the TRAMP. Whether or not this happens after he's been discharged, or when he's on shoreleave - or this is the reason WHY he got discharged... I have yet decided.
ANYWAY, all that is not REALLY important.
The important thing is that Baylor is an insignificant asshole and a lot of bad things happens to him.
He's in the Sovereign Star Ship Iron Fist, a kilometer-long semi-triangular cruiser for the USMC. It's not a good ship - it's a shitty jack of all trades one. It carries fighters, it carries ground troops, it is designed for combat, but it's just average in all respects.
The USMC is a cash-strapped and shitty organization. It does anti-piracy operations, anti-insurgency operations, when there's a ground war they are first to arrive... but that's it. The Navy has ships that are twice as big and ten times as killy (usually more). The Army has mobile anti-ship anti-orbit artillery pieces the size of skyscrapers.
The Marines, the infantry themselves, are used to quell disturbances and act as sidedishes for conventional war. But in conventional war, they are hopelessly obsolete. Part of the stories will deal with that fact - how mundanity can barely keep up in a grim dark future of exteme killfuckery.
One of the climaxes involves a minor Bragulan uprising comprised of a few cruisers attacks a planet being patrolled by the Iron Fist. The cruisers - which also carry ground assets (like the Iron Fist), as the Bragulan uprising is shitty and strapped for cash - deploys ground forces to take the planet while they themselves take on the Iron Fist and other USE patrol boats.
[Moby wonders why a ground invasion would be bothered with. See, these Brags are nuts and they want the planet. But they're also poor as shit, so they can't afford to have landing ships to keep in reserve. Their warships ARE their landing ships - and so to avoid damage to their payload of ground forces, they disembark their ground forces just as they engage in space combat. It would suck if your tanks and infantry get wasted before they make landfall.]
[OTOH, if the Brags lose their ships in orbit AFTER their ground forces have landed... well, no one can accuse Bragulans of giving a fuck about their fellow man. Or fellow Brag. Whatever.]
ANYWAY. The ground attack involves clouds of thousands of SNT fighters armed with air-to-ground and air-to-air nuclear tac nukes, and they're going in at hypersonic. It's all The Big One shit, with high-mach interceptions and shit. The USE's SF-44 White Sharks are more than up to the task of killfucking any Bragulan fighters.
*cue homoerotic radio chatter*
BUT. That is unimportant. Aside from homoerotic radio chatter, all Baylor and his grunts can see of the sky and space war is just the sky exploding and catching fire. They have more important tasks at hand.
BRAGULAN TANKS - as big as buildings, as big as malls, as big as ships - are dropped from orbit. They have liquid-fueled thrusters that maneuver them for crash landing! They crash and make craters! They're, like, half-buried in the ground - imbedded in the planetary crust.
They use their cannons, that shoot shells the size of eighteen wheelers, to shoot THROUGH the ground - digging obscene trenches through the earth, allowing them to move forward.
The fact that their half-buried allows them to evade Line Of Sight laser and plasma weapons, while they counter incoming attacks with point defense and atomic mortars. They grind their way into the city, ready to smash its starscrapers.
Baylor is distraught upon being ordered to engage these monstrosities - these Bragulan behemoths. He complains about how the Marine contingent and the Planetary Defense Forces number just three million men, while the Brags number in the metric fuckfulls.
Anyway, we end up seeing spectacles as Baylor and his men leap from a collapsing skyscraper ON TO one of these Brag Behemoths. The Squad Designated Cyborgs start using monomolecular entrenching tools to pry access hatches open. But since these access hatches are, like, blast doors proof against nuclear detonations... well, it doesn't go too well.
They blow up the periscopes with nuclear demo charges, amongst other things. Or they could feign planting airstrike laser designators. They WON'T do that, since they DON'T want to call down an airstrike right on themselves.
But the Bragulans are crazy fuckers and they think its Standard Operating Procedure to do suicide kamikaze calling down of airstrikes and strafing runs. So the troop detachment of the Brag Behemoth emerges from within the tank - and they have with them their own tanks! TANKS ON TOP OF TANKS!
It's just like Endor and Baylor's team engages in a firefight and ends up inside the Brag Behemoth.
They ruin its shit.
AT ANOTHER OCCASION. Baylor is confronted by a squad of Bragulans in cityfighting. Perhaps this is in the aftermath, after the BIG INVASION is thwarted. With their orbital support gone, the Bragulans become stragglers and are doomed to peasants' deaths.
See, the Bragulan rebels are just a pissant force. A REAL Imperial Bragulan Force could've conducted an all out invasion of supertanks on ALL of the continents on ALL of the planets in the starsystem. But these are just pissant insurgents, so meh.
Anyway, Baylor finds a Brag strongpoint and engage in a fire fight. The Brags call down "artillery". Baylor hears "NUCLEAR LAUNCH DETECTED" from his early warning system. In spite he calls down his own artillery.
As the nuclear artillery comes down on Baylor, the IRON FIST prepares to orbitally bombard the Bragulan position with a "precision" bolt of plasma.
The Bragulan strongpoint gets the fuck out of their, and amidst them is Baylor squad.
The nukes and plasma hit, and the blast wave sends everyone flying. A lot of folks are killed, but in the aftermath, Baylor and his shellshocked survivors engage the Bragulans in close quarters combat. Even degenerating into hand-to-hand, in which a Bragulan punches a Marine's head off, and Baylor harpoons one of them with an entrenching tool.
Anyway, it's a hard day at work.
BAYLOR doesn't do this shit all the time, though. His first exploit could just be taking on pirates who are boarding a vessel. Zero-g CQC!
Another exploit could be containing a civil disturbance. They play riot police as some cultists, religionists, Viking fundamentalists, hamurabbis, and whatnot start stirring up shit.
The Viking fundamentalists start throwing objects at Baylor, some of the Marines get hurt. But the RULES OF ENGAGEMENT say that they cannot fire unless fired upon - so Baylor decides not to use firearms. Instead, the Marines in their power armor start punching the protestors in the face, while beating them with sticks,.
LATER (or EARLIER) ON - Baylor and his marines land on a feral world in Wild Space. It's not USE territory, but they receive a distress beacon from some pilgrims and find that their crashed ship has been ransacked, and that their bodies have been devoured.
THIS could be TIED IN with that anti-piracy operation. Maybe when the pirates boarded that stricken civilian ship, the civilians evacuated and their escape pod landed in that planet populated by...
...Mad Maxian POSTAPOCALYPTIC CANNIBAL TRIBES, and they venerate a hippopotamus.
NONETHELESS, it is against the Sovereignty's Prime Directive to interfere with the affairs of "primitive and uncivilized cultures of paleosavages" - so the Marines eventually get out.
NOT AFTER a hippie moron on Baylor's squad takes the hippo.
"Private! Why have you this God-Hippo on a leash on your person!"
Then they are beset upon by the Pseudo-Connoltian POSTAPOCALYPTIC CANNIBAL TRIBES. Baylor and the Marines kill them all or something.
Anyway, it'll be sorta like Hot Fuzz. In Space.