Chapter 1

Going to be a SkorgeXOC. Don't like, don't read. A little background, then into the story =]

I was nine years old on Emergence Day. I remember my mother's thunderous voice yelling over the grunts and snarls of the Locust army. I sat behind her, out of the view of most of the insects, with my head tucked into my body and trying to drown out the noises coming from below me. The small raised plateau we were on seemed to echo everything in the monstrous cavern straight onto me. I could see the predatory gleam in my mother's eyes as she spoke of the 'end of the ground walkers and the rise of the Locust.' I cringed at the idea of the senseless slaughter of billions of people.

I felt a small nudge to my right and looked into the eyes of my older sister by two years. She was naïve for her age and subtle to say the least… She was forgettable. She just wanted to go home to the Nexus and play. She seemed to think everything would work out and be fine in the end. I remember feeling pity for her because she knew not what was about to happen... Even from my young age I understood better than she that this chaos would change our lives forever.

I suddenly jumped at what sounded like a giant clap of thunder. The gigantic army standing before us was roaring with all their might. The lingering Brumaks had their heads thrown back in a deafening roar while the screeching of Theron Guards sounded like nails on a chalk board. I tightened my grip on myself and began to hum an old song to myself. I remember it soothed my disheveled senses for a while.

I must have lulled myself into a soft sleep because before I knew it I felt rather than heard the low pitched growl coming from my left. I turned my face up wearily to look into the searing gaze of my mother's guard, Skorge. With a swift, graceful movement of his head he commanded me to stand up. I did so and straitened myself out, almost falling over with dizziness. I noticed the thousands of soldiers all marching towards the same destination. I took my place on my mother's left side, and my sister took her place to the right, and we began to walk slowly in the opposite direction as the army was heading. The armored guard of Locust generals and hierarchy followed us from a ways behind.

"Mama, what's going to happen now?" My gentle sister asked with pure innocence. My mother narrowed her eyes and looked strait forward without an answer. The small, devilish straitening of her lips into a smug grin was nerve-wracking. We continued to walk and I managed with a gulp one look over my right shoulder when I heard a cracking sound. I saw a Corpser thrusting itself up into the ceiling and pull itself out onto the surface of Sera, followed by thousands of Locust support. A moment later I saw the same Corpser fall to the floor of the cavern, completely riddled with all sorts of artillery. An image that still haunts me to this day.

I saw my mothers gaze turn to me and she opened her mouth wickedly, completely ignoring my sister's gasp of outrage as she spoke to me.

"One day this will all be yours," she said as she swept her hand over the room. I remember hearing my sister whine about how she was older and deserved it more than me. I always try to keep the memory going to see what happened next, but for what ever reason my brain seems to have forgotten the rest of the day. My stomach still turns sickeningly at the memories of that dretch place. As I continue to drift back into the present day my mind realizes that my current position is not really any better. I was pinned down by Locust gunfire behind a wall of stone in some courtyard next to some building on some planet. I stopped keeping track of the places I was sent out to few years ago. Now all I know is how to point and shoot my Lancer at anything that moves. So how did I turn from heiress to the throne into a loyal COG? It started with an argument after E-Day...