On the other hand, the towering figure of the silent giant carrying her invoked images of ancient Spartans, the epitome of warrior excellence in her mind.
They were the pinnacle of discipline, silent as stone, and above all, the most formidable biological killing machines she had ever beheld.
As she pondered the giant's act of heroism, a sudden surge of anger bubbled within her, directed inward.
F*CK what was I thinking? Women don't need men?! That's bulls*it! If not for a man an alien at that, I and my son would be dead by now!
She seethed silently Inwardly, her frustration palpable.
Only for her gaze to soften as she looked at her son, his innocent smile a beacon of hope amidst the chaos.
Yet, beneath her maternal affection lay a seed of curiosity, a question that gnawed at her consciousness.
I wonder...
She began thinking In her mind, her eyes narrowing as they settled on sergeant Scar's helmet front.
The white skull paint job, with a deep gauge running through the round crimson visors, held her attention like a magnet.
...what would it take to seduce a Terran?
The thought, though born of mischief, carried with it a determination that brooked no opposition.
With resolve hardening her heart, the mother set her sights on a goal: to seduce sergeant Scar at all costs.
Little did she know, however, that her desires would clash against an impenetrable barrier In the form of the unwavering loyalty that bound sergeant Scar and every other Terran to the Imperator and the Imperium.
It was a realization that would come crashing down upon her with the weight of a thousand suns, shattering her illusions and leaving her adrift in a sea of regret.
For sergeant Scar and his brethren, duty and honor were not mere words but guiding principles that dictated their every action.
Their hearts and souls belonged not to themselves but to the Imperator and the Imperium, a higher calling that transcended mortal desires.
And though the mother's intentions were pure, her path would ultimately lead her to the stark realization that some bonds could never be broken.
As they continued to march onward towards the forward operating base, the mother stole fleeting glances at sergeant Scar, her mind awash with conflicting emotions.
While on the other hand, seargent Scar couldn't understand why the Thraen female's heart rate and breathing kept on jumping every time she stole a glance at him.
What the hell Is wrong with this female?
Seargent Scar thought as he studied the mother's face which was a 7 out of 10 from the corner of his view.
Little did Seargent Scar know that In the end he would marry this woman and have countless children with her.
Because of the nanites that he would receive In the future which as per their programming would force their hosts to produce at least one offspring each year.
By Increasing their host's s*x drives to the levels of rabbits In heat, after all, just like the primordial civilization that created them, the cosmic marine core would need fresh meat to fill their ever growing ranks In the near future.
And the Imperators decree which stipulated that every original Terran was required to spread an Integrate his superior genes to produce a new generation of Terrans.
After all the Imperium couldn't rely on artificial breeding tanks forever, It needed a natural born population to propel Itself to new heights.
It didn't take long before they approached the Terran forward operating base which was already full of Liberty States soldiers and civilians outside Liberty York, and the landscape began to change.
A flurry of activity surrounded them as Terran engineers and humanoid militaris grade robots worked tirelessly to establish the base.
Heavy engineering machinery roared to life, erecting temporary structures and fortifications, while cosmic marine teams patrolled the perimeter, their weapons at the ready.
Sergeant Scar's squad and the Thraen refugees formed a column along the way, their weary but determined faces reflecting the hardships they had endured.
As they reached the entrance of the base, Sergeant Scar signaled for his men to halt, and the Thraen refugees followed suit, their eyes wide with wonder and apprehension.
The establishment process of the base was meticulous and well-coordinated.
Engineers directed construction drones to assemble prefabricated structures, while the dropships unloaded essential equipment and supplies.
Meanwhile, cosmic marines set up defensive positions and perimeter security, ensuring the safety of the base and its inhabitants.
Flights of space fighters, bombers, Interceptors and Liberty States aircraft passed over their heads, they could hear the sounds of continuous airstrikes reverberating outside the metropolis.
Once a team of cosmic marines confirmed sergeants Scars and his squad's Identities they were the first to be let through the fortified checkpoint, the team of cosmic marines escorted them to neatly arranged field tents with red cross signs.
As seargeant Scar removed the child from his armored shoulder with one of his hands and was ready to place the mother on the field bed.
The mother grabbed Sergeant Scars massive armored forearm compared to her delicate hand, her expression hesitant yet determined.
"Excuse me, sir"
She began, her voice wavering slightly.
"How can I stay in contact with you?"
Sergeant Scar regarded her with a neutral expression, his crimson visors concealing his thoughts.
Yet deep Inside his brain short circuited for a moment, despite his numerous augmentations.
He was as oblivious to women's advances as every other of his battlebrothers and that was because of their gene father.
Who frankly speaking was a hopeless case when It came to romance, he wasn't a virgin by any means.
On the contrary, he had f*cked so many women In his past life that he had lost count, he liked them of all shapes, sizes, and colors as long as they weren't rolling mountains or wood planks It was game on for him yet he never settled down.
And that was mainly due to his big fat zero social skills when It came to women, despite having the charisma of a devil the man would make even the densest virgin protagonists look more pleasing to one's eye when It came to the romance field.
The man who was obviously Dracula was simply Incapable of having a relationship that extended beyond a one night stand.
Now that wasn't because he was terrible In bed, on the contrary, he had the stamina of a bull and the energy of a horse and an above average Instrument of war yet there was just something broken In him.
Because of that, he could never grow emotionally attached to any of his partners which resulted in him having zero romance skills.
"I'm sorry, ma'am,"
He replied evenly.
"But I'm afraid that won't be possible. Our communications are strictly monitored and regulated by our Imperium."
The mother's heart sank at his words, a pang of disappointment coursing through her.
"But... but I thought..."
She stammered, struggling to find the right words.
Sergeant Scar's expression didn't soften one bit, sensing her frustration.
"I understand, ma'am,"
He said bluntly.
"But our protocols are in place for a reason. It's for our safety and the security of the Imperium."
The mother nodded slowly, her gaze falling to the ground.
"I see,"
She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
As Sergeant Scar turned to leave while a Terran paramedic joined her side, the mother watched him go, a sense of longing tugging at her heart.
Despite the rejection, she couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again, perhaps in a future where their circumstances were different.
With a heavy heart, she turned her gaze away, her mind filled with thoughts of what could have been.
As the Terran paramedic started Inspecting her Injury she couldn't help but wonder if fate had other plans in store for her and Sergeant Scar. Only time would tell.