Planet G-215 instantly filled out all the screens. The squadron ships continued to emerge from the tunnel, and the flagship had already deployed the guns and looked around predatoryly around the sides, pumping protective fields with energy from the accumulators.

The BDK was huge, almost five hundred meters long and one hundred meters wide. Carried on board heavy ground equipment and two battalions of infantry. Captain BDK "Endeavor" gave the command to start and landing hatches opened wide. Three escort frigates crashed into the upper layers of the atmosphere and, spitting out by reconnaissance drones, rushed back into space, making complicated evasive maneuvers. The operation coordinator, Colonel Vitto, grunted with satisfaction.

- As on the teachings. Everything is clear and beautiful. It would be the easiest operation, he thought, tapping his fingers on the armrests of the chair. In the wheelhouse reigned working fuss. The calm professionalism of subordinates inspired respect and confidence in the forces of earthly dominion.

“BDK salvo,” Vitto commanded.

Endeavor began bombardment with amphibious capsules. With sparkling sparks, the capsules fell down and crashed into the atmosphere. From the side, it seemed that the ship was frantically shooting the planet from cannons.

Telemetry went into combat mode, clearing the screen of unnecessary information. The countdown painted Sergeant Potapov’s face red.

- On this planet, our scout died. Someone brutally outraged the pilot. The earth could not forgive such disrespect. There was definitely life on the planet and it would be better to be more incisive. The sergeant confidently looked at his subordinates. Strong focused guys and girls. Everything is like a selection in the armor and platoon. Telemetry gives quiet rhythms of hearts. Everything will be like a note. Quickly, clearly and without hesitation. Roll out in a pancake anyone who raises his head.

Start!

Overload hit on the back, like a hammer. The spacesuit compensators whined in disguise, saving a fragile person from an unthinkable overload for him in 20 units. Hit! The atmosphere took Potapov in a warm embrace and his capsule, enveloped in flames, swept down. The flame went out and at the same time the petals of the outer capsule shot off. The paratroopers were still wrapped in protective cocoons in case of shelling from the ground.

The surface covered with dense jungle approached with great speed. Shooting the second shell. From that moment on, Potapov regained control over the systems of armor and weapons. He ran a quick glance over the telemetry and platoon status reports. Everything is in place, everything is in order. Introductory was each and personal AI obligingly prompted convenient zones for landing and deployment sector. Fighters firing short exhaust unfolded in the sky, preparing for landing.

Touch! Pulling out the shreds of earth and grass. Spraying puddles and stones, the paratroopers plunged into the ground like shells.

Potapov opened his mouth for the team and immediately the whole operation covered with a copper basin.

Telemetry went out and his costume turned into a statue of a paratrooper, and even frozen in a half-step. Helplessly shoving his arms and legs, he collapsed face down on the ground. There was complete silence. The headset did not work, and the natural sounds did not make their way through the nanobron. Emergency reset worked. The suit fell apart into small pieces, like an egg, setting free an almost defenseless paratrooper in military uniform. Potapov jumped to his feet and pressed his back to the nearest tree trunk, looked around. His guys, unanimously selected from the armor of suits and clumsily ran away, taking up positions. Squinting at the rifle, Potapov cursed. The weapon did not work.De-energized, like his suit.

The paratroopers turned out to be unarmed and defenseless, in the middle of an unknown forest, on an alien planet. That is also a perspective.

- Attention! Slipped Potapov. The operation is canceled. We follow to the point of collection. Pass on the team. The forest was filled with the voices of the infantrymen, transmitting the order to their colleagues, who were far from the commander.

- No one walks alone! Use cold weapons. We follow each other. Carefully move to the goal. Bykovskaya! You're in the head.

- There is a sergeant. A large brunette, in a military way, gave a short nod to him and waved her hand forward. The detachment followed, stretching into a chain. Potapov briefly commanded to start the movement and, trying not to make any noise, moved through the forest.

The jungle was met by earthlings, by the carefree singing of birds, by chirping, chatter, rustling and other sounds, of an absolutely peaceful forest. But Potapov also knew about the Earth, it is impossible to relax in the jungle, this is not a city park.

Marines moved forward. To the border of the amusement park remained no more than one hundred meters.

***

Vika leaned back against a tree and excitedly watched the paratroopers' actions. All week they were preparing for this day. Laughing and giggling, they shared ideas and made changes to the plan. Flo decided not to risk and insure just in case. Therefore, Vika received an individual protective kit. It was a translucent clot more like a jelly, which should be fixed on the back. Not constraining movements and almost without reminding of his presence, in case of danger, he wrapped the carrier with an impenetrable protective field. Strengthened vision, made invisible, increased the force of impact and much more. Such a liquid exo skeleton. First of all, Flo turned off all the ships of earthlings, completely de-energizing them. The entire orbital grouping, hung over the planet in huge dead coffins that swung helplessly in orbit. On Earth, the signal will come only in a week. Flo had plans to get in touch with the earthly ambassador and give him a note of protest, along with all the documents of possession of G-215 that the voltran had. In the meantime, almost six hundred airborne troops remained on the surface, with whom it was possible to have some fun. Only the most stable and flexible psyche will be able to go through all the attractions of the park.

Therefore, Vika was worried, looking forward to the fun. The defender reliably hid her from the views of earthlings, although she stood literally ten meters away from them.

She also worked on her appearance. It is not good to meet former fellow tribesmen in which the mother gave birth. Her body was thickly painted with beautiful ornaments and tattoos. A beautiful bodice supported the chest from the bottom, without hiding the elastic nipples. Panties did not hide anything. She decorated her penis with black ribbons that tightly wrapped around him at the base and with wide rings around the dense stem. He looked menacing. He rushed into battle like a polished torpedo. Vika stroked his hand. With pleasure I squeezed strong, round eggs with a pleasant weight lying in the palm of my hand. This sex maniac. The male contingent was not interested in Vika, but the girls were very attractive. Slender, strong, trained. Amazing amazons. How nice to surprise them.

***

Potapov moved cautiously. Constantly looked around, controlling the staff. Is anyone behind? And yet the enemy attacked unexpectedly.

The soldier on the right screamed and fell noisily on his back. He was wrapped in a foot not by a vine or a tentacle. Scattering the lumps of earth, tearing grass to shreds, he resisted but an unstoppable force, like a kitten, dragged him through a thicket somewhere deep into the forest. Potapov was sure that he had heard female laughter at the same time.

- Forward! Catch up! Do not stretch! - shouted Potapov and first rushed to the rescue.

After a brief forced march, the soldiers stumbled upon a comrade. It turned out that the comrade was in no danger. He lowered his pants and stared a naked girl, who picturefully rolled her eyes, wrapped her arms around his neck and crossed her legs on her belt. Languidly sighing and erotic arching in the process.

Potapov was speechless.What was happening did not fit in the head. Is this some kind of illusion !? Are we all sleeping? What happens your mother !? He took an evil step toward the soldier and rudely pulled over his shoulder.

“Explain the soldier,” he ordered.

The soldier looked at him with a dull eye and smiling foolishly, continued to fuck the girl. Co-workers uncertain smile ....