And to her shock and surprise the miracle did appear but not In the form of an angel with white feather wings and a sword made out of holy light.
Descending from heaven to save the g*D's long lost lamb but a warrior of the Imperium a veteran of a thousand battles.
Clad not In a pristine white robe but cold and merciless power armor bathed and washed by the blood of Imperium's enemies.
And bathazed by lasers, shells, and fire, there were no white wings that decelerated the giant's descent.
But the roar of blue flames gushing out from the Inbuilt chemical thrusters.
No sword made from holy light but a smart rifle with an under barrel grenade launcher made to punch through the toughest of opponents.
It was no angel of g*d but a warrior born and bred for one purpose and one purpose only and that was to exterminate the enemies of his Imperator and Imperium.
The mother saw the angel of death Impact the orcs back with his armored legs producing a sickening snap of a spine.
Even the orc's abnormally dense bones couldn't withstand the high speed Impact of 2 tons of muscle and steel.
As It did the female orc Immediately fell face down and continued to slide forward.
Until her head almost reached the mother's legs while kicking up gravel and dirt to the side.
The moment It did the death angel raised his massive rifle while switching the selector switch to auto and pressed the trigger.
Bang!Bang!Bang!...
One after another rocket propelled armor piercing high explosive 30 mm shells Impacted the back of the female orc's skull.
Drilling themselves Inside and detonating, sending bone, brain matter, blood, and flesh everywhere.
Finally, the massive rifles bolt got stuck In the back signaling the emptying of the magazine.
As It did the bloody death angel raised his armored foot and stomped onto the orc's mangled head for good measure.
Causing even more flesh and blood to splatter onto the mother and her child who was looking at the warrior of the Imperium with fasinization filled eyes.
All the fear he had felt just seconds ago had vanished like It was never there, to begin with.
As he looked at was the giant of steel, he didn't feel disgusted by the blood, brain matter, fragments of bones, and the flesh covering his battle scarred nanocomposite armor plates.
Instead, he felt security like had never before, and It was very natural after all Seargent Scar effortlessly took down the orc that In the child's mind was an unbeatable existence.
So It was no wonder that he became a hero In the child's eyes Instantly.
Seargent Scar looked down and focused his eyes on the mothers who seemed to be In her mod twenties ankle.
As he did his lenses Immediately scanned the Injury, causing a holographic display over the ankle depicting the severity of her Injury to appear In his HUD view.
A pain level of 9 out 10, if It was us we could still walk despite the severity of the injury...
Seargent Scar thought as he looked around only to see his men easily take care off the six female orcs who seemed to favor cold weapons Instead of hot ones easily.
He saw corporal Blake engage of the female orcs with another cosmic marine who emptied a whole mag at the orcs torso.
While retreating as he evaded her Lazer edged axes frenzied slashes only for corporal Blake to decapitate her with his lazer edged combat katana from behind.
Suddenly, a transmission crackled to life in his earpiece, the voice of the First Brigade's commander coming through.
"Attention all militarist personnel this Is colonel Octavius, the first brigade has been deployed to Thraes surface we are establishing FOBs all over Thrae as we speak, sending the coordinates now over"
As the coordinates appeared in his HUD, Sergeant Scar nodded, his fully enclosed helmets AI already calculating the fastest route.
"Listen up we're moving out. Pick up any Thraen who can't make it on their own,"
He ordered, his voice firm.
"Yes sir!"
His cosmic marines voiced out his orders acknowledgments one by one as they made sure the orc females were truly dead.
Kneeling down on one armored knee, he extended his hand to the child.
"Do you want to feel like a giant, kid?"
Hearing this the child looked to his mother for approval, who nodded hesitantly after all the cosmic marines had been depicted as coldhearted and bloodthirsty murderers by her country's media and the way Seargent Scar and his mean dealt with the orcs only cemented that Image.
Seeing this seargent Scar didn't waste any time as he grabbed the child and put him onto his left armored shoulder, then to the shock of the mother he let go of his rifle allowing It to hang by his right side.
And before she could react effortlessly picked her up Into a princess carry with his right armored hand.
With the child perched on his shoulder and the mother cradled in his arms, Sergeant Scar and his cosmic marines who picked dup as many Injured Thraens both military and civilian alike began to march towards the forward operating base.
As they made their way, more Thraens who flocked to them like moths to the flame joined them, forming a refugee convoy.
After all to them the cosmic marines were like a beacon of light In the darkness, If the all powerful Terrans couldn't protect them then who could?
The mother looked around in amazement, overwhelmed by the sight of so many people coming to join the fray from all kinds of hiding places.
"Thank you..."
The mother finally whispered a word of thanks as she rested her head on Seargents Scars cold and hard breastplate while looking at her son whose mood seemed to have done a 180 degrees turn.
As he excitedly looked down from Seargents Scars armored shoulder.
Hearing this seargent Scar looked down, his gaze lingering on the woman who was a solid 8 In Thraen standarts.
A youthfully face and a well kept figure though how much make up she was using and how she looked truly under her clothes was a mystery.
Now Seargent Scar knew what a female was, and his d*ck was a perfectly functioning one.
Though because of the surgical sterelazation that every Terran underwent his body didn't have the urge to reproduce.
Coupled with the fact that he grew up In a company of his battlebrothers who were as straight as one could get.
He really had no Interest In the Thraen woman who would most likely die If they ever engaged In Intercourse.
"Don't thank me, thank our Imperator he Is the one that had saved your and you're son life, I'm only a tool created to do his biding"
Seargeant Scars voice came out as a garbled electronic mess that sent chills down the spine soft anyone who heard It.
Our?...
The mother keenly picked up Seargents Scars choice of words only to sigh bitterly, she wasn't dumb she knew that It was sonly a matter of time before Thrae became the Imperium's back yard.
I guess It's Inevitable...
She started thinking In her mind, trying to distract her mind from the pain she was feeling.
...but It might not be a bad thing, after all my own countries soldiers could do nothing but run away like scarred rabbits or get slaughtered like pigs.
The mother thought as she glanced at a national guards soldiers limping forward like a zombie.
His eyes were empty devoid of any life while his facial muscles were frozen In a horrified expression.
As his right hands fingers kept twitching and trembling, the man was clearly suffering from a mental breakdown.
And how could he not, he saw his brothers and sisters In arms get torn to shreds without him being able to do anything.