​     Both Belle and Hoby found themselves in a location totally unfamiliar to them. In some sort of technological lab or something. 

​     They faced Valtair. They were still greased and nude, and they were both still bleeding and sweaty and breathing hard. ​

     And they both had wide, shit eating grins on their faces.

​     Why?

​     Because, behind Valtair, stood two battle uniforms. 

     They looked like robots, these uniforms. They stood as if at attention, and they were twice the size of a normal human being. To Hoby, they looked like tanks in the shapes of the biggest butt kickers on the planet. 

     Both uniforms glittered like silver. 

     A long, thin metallic tail hung from one of the uniforms. At its tip was a pincer. This was the battle uniform of the Silver Scorpion.

     A hundred arms protruded from every part of the armor of the other battle suit. This was the armor of the Silver Centipede. 

     "Go ahead, try them on," Valtair said.

     "You've earned them."

CONTINUE