C93 G*d Save Us

"What do they want in return?"

President Thomas's voice was sharp, his eyes narrowing with suspicion as he leaned forward in his chair.

"They didn't specify, sir. Only mentioned that they would collect later,"

The communications officer explained, his tone reflecting the uncertainty of the situation.

President Thomas sank back into his chair, a contemplative expression settling over his features.

The absence of clarity regarding the Terrans' intentions gnawed at him, stirring a mix of apprehension and frustration.

He understood the gravity of their predicament.

The fact that Liberty States were on the brink of collapse, reeling from the aftermath of the EMP blast was an Iron clad one. Infrastructure lay in ruins, and the threat posed by the xenos loomed large.

The economic, political and social crisis looming over his head was nerve cracking to say the least.

And the longer they took to bring order, stability and peace back the worse It would become.

So accepting the Terrans' offer seemed like the only viable option, albeit a reluctant one.

Yet, the lack of transparency from the Terrans left a bitter taste in his mouth.

It was a gamble, agreeing to their assistance without knowing the full extent of their demands.

But faced with the grim reality of their situation, President Thomas knew he had little choice.

With a heavy sigh, he made a decision, steeling himself for the consequences. "Inform them that we accept,"

He instructed, his voice resolute despite the murmurs of dissent that erupted from his cabinet members.

"But sir, we can't just blindly accept their offer without knowing the terms!"

Exclaimed one of the advisors, his voice tinged with urgency.

"Agreed! What if they demand something we can't afford to give?"

Chimed in another, the worry evident in her tone.

"We can't trust the Terrans. Who knows what ulterior motives they might have?"

Added a third, his skepticism palpable.

You think I don't know that?!

President Thomas cursed In his mind as he Ignore this cabinet members.

"Enough! My decision I's final"

President Thomas barked das he slapped the table causing his men and women to shut up.

...

Sargeant Scar aka the commander of the cosmic marine squad onboard Terranum Imperium's Militaris dropship 123.

Leisurely puffed out a cloud of smoke from his mouth which Immediately drifted to the side.

As he sat securely In his crash seat only for his earpieces to come to life.

"All Militaris personnel currently operating beyond Nova Roma, you're new orders are to assist Thraes governments military In neutrulazing the xenos over's

Oh f*ck me...

Seargent Scar thought as he flicked away his ciggarrete bud causing It to fly out from the dopship Instantly.

"Alright you lazy f*cks stand up we got xenos to kill!"

Seargent Scar barked as he raised up his seats safety ramp and stood up while putting on his helmet whose HUD was already displaying his new missions coordinates and details.

He quickly read through the message which stated that he had to randevue with Liberty States national guard 41st Brigade and provide fire support for It.

"Do you need us to fly you over?"

The dropships masterchief who also received the transmission which was broadcasted to every Militaris personnel asked as he cracked his head to the side.

"No need, were Gona go sky diving aren't we battlebrothers?"

Seargent Scar asked whike grinding as he looked at his warriors who grabbed the emergency parachutes fixed to the deopships walls and put them on.

"Yes sir!"

Came the unanimous response which made the masterchief shake his head.

"F*cking jarheads!"

The masterchief cursed under his breath only for Seargent Scar to jump out from the dopship while shouting loudly Into the communication channel.

"In Death We Live!"

The cosmic marines roared back one after another as they jumped out from the dropship, their voices drowned out by the roaring winds as they plummeted towards the earth below.

Their helmets' heads-up displays flickered to life, displaying vital information such as altitude, speed, and holographic heading trajectory, guiding them with precision towards their target.

"Form up on me! Maintain speed!"

Scar's voice crackled through their earpieces, his commands cutting through the cacophony of wind and combat stimulants coursing In their veins.

The cosmic marines adjusted their positions, aligning themselves in a tight formation behind Seargent Scar as they streaked through the sky like meteors on a collision course.

As they descended, the landscape below rushed up to meet them, the sprawling cityscape of Liberty York stretching out beneath them like a patchwork quilt of lights.

"Approaching drop zone, prepare for deployment!"

Scar called out, his voice steady despite the adrenaline coursing through his veins.

With practiced efficiency, the cosmic marines activated their parachutes, the fabric billowing out above them as they slowed their descent.

As they did Seargents Scars view enlarged, showcasing the 41st national guard brigade which was retreating while firing back at the orcs high on their heels.

Well It was smore correct to say that they were running for their lives together with the civilians which they were tasked to provide protection for.

It's not like you could blame them after all not only did they're weapons have no effect on the orcs but they also couldn't win In CQC.

"Damm sarge It's a f*cking slaughter house over there"

Seargents Scars second In command corporal Blake couldn't help but comment upon seeing the massacre that was happening.

"Prepare to disengage the parachutes were going In hot"

Seargent Scar barked.

"Now we're talking sarge"

Corporal Blake chimed happily his trigger happy finger already Itching.

...

"Mommy, Mommy I'm scared... Wuuu..."

A little boy firmly clutching his mother's chest sobbed as his mother continued to run, her lungs burned.

Her legs felt like lead and her muscles ached while he raweat soaked clothes clung to her skin tightly like glue.

But she didn't dare to stop because the demons were after them.

She could hear the blood freezing and soul shattering screams of their victims mixed with the occasional discharge of a hot weapon and the explosion of the grenade.

Coupled with panicked souting of soldiers and civilians alike.

Just hours ago she was doing what she had always done, after finishing her work she drove to pick up her son from elementary school.

Not forgetting to grab a cup of coffee like she always did, but once she placed her son Into her car.

All hell broke loose, first were the falling out of the sky airplanes and helicopters, then out of control cars smashing Into each other.

It was like a scene straight out of an apocalypse themed blockbuster yet It was sharpening In real life.

Now If that wasnt enough the g*damn aliens straight from fantasy books appeared and they weren't the peace loving go happy hippie kind.

No they were the monsters straight out of Lovecraft page.

The mother continued to run only to stumble on a rock as she did she lost her footing and fell down.

But even the she started falling she didn't forget to protect her child by turning to the side.

The moment she landed on her back, she tried to stand up Immediately completely Ignoring he rburning back.

Only to yealp out In pain, she looked down only to see her rapidly swelling ankle.

"Help!"

She cried out to the passing soldier with a shellschoked facial expression who didn't even spare her a glance.

"My son! At least take my son!"

She kept desperately screaming to the passerbies but none answered her pleas, loosing all hope she focused her gaze on the approaching female orc who started licking her bloody tusks.

"G*d, please g*d, save us"

The mother who barely believed In g*d started praying gall of a sudden, grasping at last straws hoping for a miracle.