Not wanting to alert the cyborgs by flying in a fleet of transports, the space troopers begin marching in the early morning hours towards their objectives. xvideo Now all alone, you try to take one more step forward and you realize that you can’t; you’re stuck and you suddenly realize that you’re submerged in the spongy mire up to your waist. The neuron transmitters jolt the massed thousands of teens into full arousal; the sergeants and corporals start maneuvering to take up position with their rocket launchers while the rank and file troopers surge forward in their dense assault wave formations, hurling themselves at the now fully awake cyborgs…
Delta Quadrant
Thoroughly exhausted from 2 hours of plodding through muck up to their ankles, the platoon of space troopers stare blankly ahead through the face plates
