Gears of War:Driven to Desperation

This is a fanfic by Moblin slayer. Please do not edit with out permission.

This fic will be for mature audiences only. It will contain swearing, violence, blood and gore, and basically everything else you've come to expect from the Gears of War series.

Prologue
" (In Locust Language) We've been at war for 53 years now. 53 long years of death and destruction. Yet we've barely made a dent in their numbers. The queen says that it'll all be over soon, and that if worse comes to worse, we could go to the surface for refuge. She says that no one lives up there. To think, this all started for the stupidest of reasons..."

-Raam, a Locust Drone at the time 

"About 60 years ago, a couple of Locusts decided to leave the saftey of the Inner Hollow to explore the Outer Hollow. Because they were leaving civilization, they would never be allowed back. For 3 years, no one heard from them. When they came back, they explained how they had found a nearly limitless energy source, Immulsion. However, the Queen cast them away and told them never to come back, unless they wanted war. 4 years later, they did come back. And it was war they wanted. At first, these Locusts seemd to be the same as us. We soon began to notice, however, that they bled Immulsion. Thus, we called them the Lambent, an Old Locust word which means "Plague Spreaders." Unfortunately, several of the non-Lambents decided to join what they believed was the superior side. To think this war is still going...all because of a bunch of crazies who went into the Outer Hollow decided to break the rules."

The Story Begins
I had finally gotten a nice night of sleep. No gunfire, no explosions...just the sound of my radio playing my favorite type of music. I had dreamt of us finally crushing the Lambents once and for all, ending this war that had been going on for 53 years. That wasn't unusual, as I have had the same dream since I recruited in the Locust Army 3 years ago. That is, when I did ge to sleep, which was unusual; I was lucky if I wasn't providing cover fire with my boomshot for the rest of the troops for even three hours. Being a Boomer had its advantages: you got respect from the Drones. You did get a lot of crap from the Kantus Priests, however. They were always talking about how they could do our job in half the time. One time, one was saying about how he could easily hit a target with my boomshot better than I could. I proceeded to hand him my boomshot. Pompous ass couldn't even pick it up. Showed him who's boss. He still pointed out the fact that I had the easiest job. I then pointed out that he was wrong; he had the easiest job.

As I was thinking about that moment, half asleep, one of my squad mates, Raam, woke me up.

"You ready, Xael?" asked Raam.

"Damnit. Raam, I was sleeping, for the firstt ime in a couple of days...ah well. Yeah, I'm ready."