Anya - Locust Princess

Anya and the Queen came to the pulpit of the temple, their almost naked bodies on display for the Locust Horde. As Anya looked down she could see the separate castes in groups below them. She was safe here, revered, honored. All she had to do was accept it.

After the Queen’s rousing speech about the future of the Horde drew a loud cry from the masses, Anya stepped up, her arms outstretched to them. Her mind took over speaking to all, “My children! My Lovers! My Horde! For the future of Sera …we fight! This drew a louder roar from the masses than even the Queen.

The hundreds of newly born Kantus Elites and Monks were adorned in the best fighting gear and weaponry standing alongside their “Fathers” as it were. They all bowed low to “Princess Anya” a great sign of respect. Anya and the Queen and rumbled out of the great hall with every Drone, Boomer, Wretch, and Theron following behind them off to battle. Every creature Anya had at one time shot at, put a bullet in, or even hacked away with a chainsaw, were now loyally following her command, hers and the Queens …for now.