“Escort detail reporting for duty!” a young male voice announces from inside one of the helmets. Fiercely patriotic, they work feverishly to produce a second wave of future space troopers to fight the evil cyborgs. Sex After locking his boots into place at the knees, the trooper then puts on his upper body armor which covers his entire torso and arms; it consists of a breastplate with attached sleeves hinged to a backplate that snap together when put on. Encased in his armor, unable to beat himself off to release, he can only seek consummation in the excitement and violence of battle; even death itself becomes equated as a form of sexual release in the minds of many of the troopers. There’s a small microphone built into the helmet which fits into his right ear; this is his CommLink which enables him to receive voice commands from HQ. Hearing the familiar voice over CommLink order them to “Maintain assault wave formation…maintain assault wave formation…” inspires them to close up their ranks, squeezing against each other ever more tightly, presenting even more compact masses that the Zadons can slaughter more quickly and easily.
