"Branded into covert teams, Penal legionnaires are tasked with the most dangerous missions where their unorthodox abilities and unique skills are essential for victory. They include soldiers from many different regiments, repentant souls who have been chosen to fight and redeem themselves of their crimes.
Some want to die in battle and forget their disgrace, but the toughest, the most dangerous, the born killers, somehow survive. For every hundred pathetic miscreants that die whimpering under enemy guns, one mad killer emerges triumphant, screaming his insane anger."
"There walked a lonely man, silent, mute, the only man not knowing how, not knowing why was he the sole survivor.
Why should he be alive, breathing still while others died, and the only question: why was he the sole survivor?"
Oh, my friends, my friends forgive me,
"Surviving something like that, you go through a lot. Accepting the loss of those who died, what they died for. It's a heavy burden, to be the sole survivor." "Hundreds leave. A handful stay. Only one looks back." "Final report of the commercial starship Nostromo, third officer reporting. The other members of the crew - Kane, Lambert, Parker, Brett, Ash, and Captain Dallas - are dead. Cargo and ship destroyed. I should reach the frontier in about six weeks. With a little luck, the network will pick me up. This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off." "On that night... before any of us knew what was happening... our team went from five members... to one." Now I'm a broken man on a Halifax pier... The last of Barrett's Privateers. "This was the planet Mars as my crew and I first saw it. Dangerous, treacherous, alive with something we came to know only as Death. This is what we faced when our spaceship cracked up and landed just six months ago in January of this year, 1973. But It seems as if six centuries passed before rescue ship arrived. For today of all my crew, I, Col. Edward Carruthers of the United States Base Command, am the only one alive."