It all started pretty much as expected. A squad of troopers squeezed themselves into the transport with all their usual gear, mostly guns. Goon-troopers like guns. They drove out into the wilderness and unloaded themselves for a march across the inhospitable land.

After a while one of their number, a few days old, fresh from the clone tanks and pretty dim, even for a goon, began to feel kinda hot and breathless and decided to open his helmet to cool down a bit.

Like all the troopers he had been told about the poisonous atmosphere, but whether he reckoned that he could handle it or had just plain forgotten the warning we shall never know. Did I mention that he was pretty dim?