It didn't take long to get things established. Goon troopers may be dim but they understood how to take orders. In fact they had all been pre-programmed in the clone tanks to obey orders without question even to the death. And they didn't just accept death-in-the-line-of-duty, they positively welcomed it with a final massive orgasm as they took their final breath. Dying for the goon cause was the highest calling these troopers could imagine. Which was good because they didn't have much imagination anyway, the clone-tanks weren't very good at reproducing smart guys.

Twice a day the ground transport would roll out of the base loaded with a platoon of goon troopers. It was intended as part of the training but whenever they caught sight of one of the small alien natives all bets were off and, a-whooping and a-hollering, the platoon would give chase. Sometimes the alien would escape, but usually they were ruthlessly hunted down and the head brought back as a souvenir to adorn the mess-hall. They called the BN-69 aliens the 'Beanies', which for goon-troopers, was quite imaginative.

Today was slightly different though.