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He couldn’t see their faces now, since the helmets they wore had reflective visors and cover their faces entirely, but Max saw earlier that the group trying out for Zeta Squadron was made up of entirely first year students, whereas the other Squadrons had some second and third year, and very rarely Brunette fourth and fifth year students trying out too. But even though there was so many others competing against him for the limited openings in Zeta Squadron, Max wasn’t worried. He performed well on the reflex and speed exercises, though he did also only perform substantially well on the strength and obstacle course. But this was what counted the most, the final exercise. Every single one of the potential Battle Scouts would have to compete against the Squadron’s members in a practice exercise. With thrusters on either of their feet and extremely lightweight battle suits, they would have to prove just how well they could fight in a unit and as a Battle Scout. “Gates open in five,” The voice crackled on the speaker. “Four, three, two, one.” Max sprinted out of the door and into the training arena as they opened, and immediately realized that was a bad idea. The holding area had been dark, whereas the arena had bright lights shining from overhead that his eyes could not adjust to in time. Blinded temporarily, the entire front line of the fifty first years was decimated by Zeta Squadron, who came forward rather conservatively while firing their weapons at the rushing first years. Diving into the ground just as a blue pellet whizzed right above his head, Max cursed as the immobilized bodies of first year students dropped all around him. They had been too eager to prove themselves, and now they were paying the price for it. Slowly allowing his vision to adjust, Max surveyed the arena and saw that row after row of eight feet tall stone blocks lined the arena. This meant that they still did have some cover, and Max saw that the students still standing were already using the stone blocks as cover from the devastating fire of the enemy team. Rolling aside, and using his thrusters to leap a great length so that he was behind cover, Max took this moment to catch his breath and surveyed the situation. There was still about thirty or so of them left, meaning they still had the numbers over Zeta Squadron’s fifteen-ish men. All hope was not yet lost; all blowjob they had to do was regroup, and counter with a rally. By communicating with the remaining first years through their helmet’s built in radio, all the while laying down covering fire, the thirty strong survivors recalled strategies and formations that they learnt in classes to try to counter Zeta Squad’s attack. After a minute or so of this, the first years devised a strategy to advance forward in a clever counter assault. Sending five first years sprinting to the left and another five to the right in an attempt to throw Zeta off their real game plan, Max watched as another five used their thrusters to leap up onto the blocks of stone, perching themselves on higher ground to better lay down covering fire. And now it was time for the real assault. With fifteen students, Max advanced steadily forward, using the thrusters to leap from cover to cover, all the while peeking out in short bursts to fire his weapon. At the same time, the group of five students on either side of the arena would start advancing too, in an attempt to encircle their outnumbered foes. The lingerie first years might not have experience or skills on their side, but they did have the numbers, and they would exploit that to their fullest extent. For a while, it seemed like their plan was going to work as Zeta Squadron was forced to retreat and take cover. But combat had so much more layers than just what you study in a textbook, and the first years would soon learn this the hard way. Picking up quickly on their strategy, Zeta’s team leader devised a deadly counterattack, capitalizing on their individual specializations. Snipers rang through the air as two pellets zoomed up above them, striking two of the first years on top of the stone blocks in the helmet and sending them crashing down to the ground with a hard thud. The Assaulters and Sappers split both way as they rushed to take care of their would be flankers, while the five Battle Scouts of Zeta Squadron went head on against Max and the fourteen other first years, leaping forward as their thrusters sent them up high into the air. And that was when Max finally saw him; the steel blue tinted visor was unmistakably Logan’s. And the way he seemed to barrel through the air toward them, thrusting up onto the stone blocks and jackknifing off them effortlessly while dodging the first years’ fire in midair was almost unbelievable. “Watch out!” Max screamed a warning, as Zeta’s Battle Scouts came down directly on them from above. The fighting that ensued was like nothing that Max had ever experienced before. No amount of training or theoretical classes could have prepared him for this. The Battle Scouts of Zeta Squadron were just too skilled, too fast, and too accurate. They very effortlessly took every single approach that they had learnt in a classroom and applied them in the heat of battle without even a second’s thought or hesitation, using their thrusters as an extension of their body’s capabilities, staying in constant movement, and leveraging the high ground. The first years were just no match for Zeta Squadron’s Battle Scouts, and Max quickly found himself just desperately trying to survive the brutal Big Boobs counterattack. Jumping forward, Max broke into a roll and activated the thrusters on his feet, leaping several feet forward as he took cover behind a stone block, just as a hail of blue pellets struck it. This was no practice exercise, Logan was leading Zeta Squadron in a decisive and brutal attack without showing any mercy. The first years did not even have a babe fighting chance. Suddenly, Max wondered if he should have just listened to his friends when they told him to stay away from Zeta Squadron. As it turned out, he was married and his wife kept him on a short leash, Big Boobs but he sure as hell liked to look and even fantasize about hot women. "Speak your mind," Brunette Sheila waved her hand in recognition. She shuddered as her orgasm crested. 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Licking his hard dick as I lay between his legs in bed. I should be better than this.” Where the hell did babe she think it had gone? But then he was back to his old, horrible self again.