Soldiers In a galaxy not so far away, where spaceships zipped around like mosquitos on a summer night, and aliens of all shapes and sizes shared a suspiciously similar love for Earth junk food, our story begins. Meet Private Jerry Grubbs, your average Joe—or maybe your average space Joe, in this case. Jerry wasn't the sharpest tool in the interstellar shed, but he had a knack for survival, mostly because he couldn't remember where he put his helmet half the time. One fine morning, as he scarfed down his favorite space doughnut, an announcement blared over the spaceship's intercom. "All hands on deck! We're going to war with the evil Space Slugs!" Jerry choked on his space doughnut, spewing crumbs all over the mess hall. "Space Slugs? Seriously?" "Yeah, those slimy buggers ate half of the Space Taco Emporium on Alpha Centauri," replied his buddy, Sergeant Bob, with a wicked grin. Jerry sighed. "Alright, but can we wrap this up quickly? I've got a date with a holographic lady tonight, and she's really into guys who don't smell like slime." The crew suited up, preparing for battle against the Space Slugs, whose main weapons were acidic slime and a bizarre penchant for jazz music. As Jerry fumbled with his blaster, he couldn't help but wonder if there was more to life than fighting space slugs and dating holograms. Little did he know, the universe had grander plans for him. In Chapter Two, Jerry would discover a hidden power within himself that would change the course of this zany intergalactic adventure. But for now, it was slime-slinging time.