A bunch of grunts, trapped behind enemy lines, wreak havoc on the hive of the Magh invaders. No ordinary grunts these, they include a dozen uplifted rats and bats, a vat-grown human sous-chef turned conscript, and the rescued daughter of a very rich Share­hold­er. The rats revel in Shake­speare­an names and ribaldry. The bats have stage-Oirish personas, socialist leanings, and expertise with explosives.

Due to forceshield technology, they’re fighting a World War I-style trench war on the planet Harmony and Reason, The generals, like the rest of the ruling Share­hold­er class, are effete and inept. Think Blackadder goes Forth.

A fairly amusing satire of human mores.