knight in sweaty armor.

You looked at the damsels in distress and had a hard time remembering that they were infantry soldiers.

Their body type was more like that of a top model than a marine. Slim with very little muscle mass. Two of the three had obvious low quality breast implants. (forbidden for security reason by fleet regulation especially those antique silicone bags, there are natural ways to get enhancement these days, all of them banned by the staunch old-timers ruling Firenzia.)

The royal guard refused to use power armor (it is not fair to the enemy) out of some stupid knightly principles and insisted on carrying long and nearly useless rapiers while wearing their bulky engraved semi bullet-proof carbon-polymer articulated plates.

It didn't help those as 5 smelly green humanoids, with globular eyes and big mouths overpowered a full 20 strong squad of them , naked, using wooden spears.

You were drenched in sweat after your long trek in the heat of the jungle, followed by your bare ass naked robotic squire, not the image of the knight in shinny armor.

But then there was little chance those guys will turn into Princes when they kiss the damsels.

Five targets at medium range with modern pistols, two shooters and the benefit of surprise was not a challenge.

In an instant and before they could react to the first shot, all five laid dead in the water with neat holes in their heads.

You looked at the hairdo of strange rolled up and crossed braids in the hair of the girls. You remember from a low budget holo-drama that these hairdos were a sign of their rank, just as the beards and mustaches designated the status of the men.

All three of these beautiful women had identical ones, even more elaborate (if possible) than the ones worn by the lead female star of that old bit of fiction. Filing that useless bit of nonsense away for later, you walked forward to great the Firenzian Marines.

"Hi, I'm Captain Alexander Thorn of the UTF ship Gorgon. I'm happy to see that I was in time to save some of you, all my condolences for your comrades." You announced your presence awkwardly, unsure how to approach three naked women - and young beautiful ones at that.

"I'm Princess Felicia von Holenzolern of the royal family of Firenzia, and you should address me as 'your highness'. What took you so long peasant!" The tall, slim blonde with unblemished pale skin and obvious fake boobs too big for her frame somehow was able to look down at you even though she was still standing knee deep in a pool of muddy water.

"I'm Princess Isabella del Castillo of the royal family of Firenzia you shall call me 'your highness', don't listen to this gutter whore." Said a tall black-haired girl with deeply tanned skin, the only one with natural boobs, smaller than the other two, but large enough and perfectly shaped.

"I'm Princess Victoria di Ravelli of the true royal family of Firenzia, you must address me as 'your highness.' Those weren't our comrades, just some upstart commoners with delusions of grandeur." The third marine, equally tall and slender as the others also with enhanced breasts and blonde hair only one shade slightly darker than the first one.

You now remembered, each and every one noble family of this world denied the others titles and considered itself the true royal family (even those with lesser titles and serving a king or queen though themselves more legitimate and were only bidding their time.)

You are going to have to show these stuck-up piss poor excuses for marines what they were in for. This will be fun.

"Alright privates, you seem to be out of uniform and as I outrank you, I'd like a sit-rep, pronto." You told them. "And then you'll be on burial detail."