From the Book of Thibor - verses Metric 5:0
Thibor's first thought was to turn away, but he just couldn't. The five
were surrounded by a swirling cloud of glowing lights which quickly ate away
their gym clothes. Several long seconds passed until the lights brightened
and impossibly tight power armour appeared, covering the girls. Whoever
created the armour had been careful to match the colour to each of the
girl's hair. It was hard to decide whether it was a choice based on
aesthetic reasons, or because no one could find colours ugly enough to
clash. Restraint did not seem like a prime species motivation with this
particular crew.
"Team Metric are go! Evil forces will feel a Measure of our Strength." The
five voices were greatly magnified by the armour, and provided gratuitous
capitalization. This time there were enthusiastic cheers and applause to
greet their announcement, but the reason behind it was highly suspect.
"Ten laps of track. Run." Thibor gestured and the quintet jogged off
happily. He turned to Simon. "Am betting that science behind power armour
transformation was created by men." He noted.
"Or lesbians." Simon added.
"Or pigs." Naoko glared at the pair with open distaste.
Thibor's first thought was to turn away, but he just couldn't. The five
were surrounded by a swirling cloud of glowing lights which quickly ate away
their gym clothes. Several long seconds passed until the lights brightened
and impossibly tight power armour appeared, covering the girls. Whoever
created the armour had been careful to match the colour to each of the
girl's hair. It was hard to decide whether it was a choice based on
aesthetic reasons, or because no one could find colours ugly enough to
clash. Restraint did not seem like a prime species motivation with this
particular crew.
"Team Metric are go! Evil forces will feel a Measure of our Strength." The
five voices were greatly magnified by the armour, and provided gratuitous
capitalization. This time there were enthusiastic cheers and applause to
greet their announcement, but the reason behind it was highly suspect.
"Ten laps of track. Run." Thibor gestured and the quintet jogged off
happily. He turned to Simon. "Am betting that science behind power armour
transformation was created by men." He noted.
"Or lesbians." Simon added.
"Or pigs." Naoko glared at the pair with open distaste.