Post by Classy Womanizer on May 25, 2012 10:49:25 GMT -5
Warning the following story is VERY graphic.
This is a story i have wanted to write for a while, i will update it periodicity for any one interested, but i do this mostly for my self, but you may comment and offer advice. This is in the gears o war universe, set between gears 2 and 3.
Chapter One
Smell of blood
Smell of blood
Greg looked up as he slowly walked along the sandy dune. He was on patrol with his rag tag band of men, left over from the Coalition of Ordered Government or the C.O.G.
He was a well built man with buzzed brown hair and solid features. He wore a cut down version of the standard armor that didn't cover the arms, allowing him room to move.
Clutched loosely in his hands was a lancer, scavenged from a downed ship they had come across. He had re painted it to blend in with the dessert around them, as they had done with their armor.
Down bellow them a large train like vehicle moved at a walking pace. The vehicle was used for moving scavenged material, the blocky exterior covered with slabs of metal.
They had been sent out to scavenge metal for the Colony, a loosely organized group of people held out in an abandoned factory. Having all banded together after the flooding of the hollow, they all allowed themselves to be run by what was left of the C.O.G.
Greg and his squad had met up with more gears and had moved into the colony, allowing themselves to be ordered by Colonel Desmond. Their policy being to stay in the factory and just survive.
Greg didn't care what they did at this point, he had planned on fighting his entire life any way, the Locust being a number one with the UIR being a close second. Even after the pendulum wars he still harbored hate for them.
But he pushed that all aside when the locust came, giving him a real challenge in war, something...fun...
Many felt Greg's obsession with war unhealthy, but in times like these he was the best they could get, being a fearless soldier and a ruthless tactician. He leads with quick decisive actions, never backing down.
This is one of those times that Greg was able to prove once more he was able to handle combat.
As they walked there was a sudden screech followed by several shouts of deep voices saying
"Dig!"
At that moment a loud bang followed by the sounds of churning earth as the Savage Locust ambush began.
From over the dunes came large lumbering Boomers gone savage, using their new proffered Digger Mortars to attack. From inside of the dune came several of the mortars, coming out above the men walking next to the vehicle.
They exploded before the men could even react, sending hot shrapnel down into them from above, splitting skulls and splattering blood onto the thirsty sand.
Greg turned and crouched all in one movement, bringing his lancer to bear and firing into the nearest Boomer, his initial rounds hitting armor, but soon he began to pierce flesh.
He got onto his COM unit.
"Locust ambush! Support on the dune!" His squad responded trot his by rushing to his aid, while beta squad still held position at the Rover, guarding it from further attack.
There were only three boomers surprisingly, all reloading as they were cut down by the new fire as Jack, a well built young black man, Danny, a short thick man with a large beard, and Hans, a slender German man, all began to fire on the locust.
The Boomers roared out as they were tore into, falling to the ground as they reached their arms out in hatred, blood pooling around them, quenching the blood lust of the sand.
As the final boomer raised his finally loaded Digger a crack was heard, and his head seemed to explode as the squad sniper, Sandra, finally managed to get a shot.
"Took you long enough Sandy." Greg said bluntly as he walked over and kicked the boomer, making sure it would not get up.
"Sorry boss , the sand is hard to-" she was cut off by more gunfire, this time from bellow the dune where the rover was.
Greg waved his men forward as he rushed to the edge of the sand, as the battlefield came into view. The locust had been dug into the sides and had collapsed the walls of the dune, slowing the rover to a halt.
C.O.G.s and militia where dug in behind the rover, taking cover from the oncoming fire of the Locust.
Greg raised his lancer and began to fire in controlled bursts at the large force that was on and in the dune. But soon had to quite as they began to return fire.
Diving low behind a rock, he and his squad returned fire, popping up randomly and taking pot shots at the approaching force.
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Along the dune a Savage Theron guard looked down upon the battle field, holding his Retro lancer on his shoulder as he watched the pitiful humans. But this mission was of importance. This Thereon was no ordinary Theron, he lead this part of the horde, the sliver of this area fighting against the humans on the outskirts of the desert.
His name was Balkas, and he was a cruel being indeed. On his back wrested a Theron elite sawn off shotgun, bladed much like his lancer. He looked onto the battlefield, as they made the first move to increase the hordes numbers. And lo and behold, he spotted the first of many to increase the horde.
With a screech his own Theron attack unit formed up on him, as he jumped onto the sand and began to slide down the dune they had made to stop the human transport.
He saw a human female, stuck to her midsection in the sand, her weapon far away from her, and struggling to breath, she would be the first.
He halted his decent by digging his heals into the sand, coming to a stop right next to her, his shadow casting over her. She turned in horror as he looked down on her, hi sick smile spreading to show his dagger like teeth.
"No! No! PLE-" her screams where cut short as he slammed the butt of his lancer into her forehead, causing her to go limp.
He jerked his head towards her as he turned, his Theron reaching down and ripping her up from the sand.
He easily made his way back up the Dune, raising himself up above the rest of his horde he reared back, flinging his arms out wide he screeched.
"FOR THE HORDE!"
This caused the rest of his horde to screech a battle cry, fighting with even more vigor.
Balkas turned from the battle and began to walk back towards his den, Theron behind him with the human female, the first of the breeding herd.
"This is only the beginning." he said, his evil smiling growing wider.