Jimmie was on his way to his assigned ship, inside a bigger ship which was inside an even bigger ship. Jimmie thought about that for a second, pondered how stupid that sounded, even if it was true. Then Jimmie realised that inside the smallest ships, there were nine capsules, one for each of the soldiers, made to shoot them down to the planets surface. These capsules could, with some effort, be steered and should therefore be defined as ships on their own.


    At least, that was what Jimmie was thinking about as he made his way through the dirty corridors of the enormous ship. He turned his gaze to his left, watching as the steel doors passed him, each containing a number that indicated what sort of room it was. Then Jimmie looked to the right and saw Dick.