Hello! Welcome to my first Borderlands fanfiction. Rated M for language, gore, and of course...some naughty bits. I do not own Borderlands I only own the idea of this fanfiction and my OC Ace. So enjoy!
The desert was hot...sandy and deserted. This is how it started. Ace was laying in the sand with no idea as to how she ended up in a desert. Ace was a very interesting character she is. She was a long lost siren. She was rare and she had the ability to control weak minds. She would convince bandits that she was on their side and when their walls were broken down...she controlled them. It all started when she was nineteen and she wondered from a crashed ship to a small bandit village. She had made the bandits make her ruler of that village and she continued from there. All the bandits knew her and only called her 'Queen'. She controlled psychos to do her bidding and she loved to watch the crazed people come to their knees while others looked at her amazed at how she did it. No one knew she was a siren...they were hunted down and sent to Hyperion now that a man called Handsome Jack had sent out a bounty to capture all sirens.
Ace looked around and noticed none of her villages or towns were in sight. "How did I get here?" She asked herself while trying to pry her brain to give some hidden information. The last thing she remembered was one of her villages was under attack and a high ranking bandit took Ace to safety...well tried...the bandit had gotten in a rover of some sort made by mechanics and drove her off. Ace looked around the desert and in the distance she saw a fire. "That better not be my damn car." She growled and made her way to what looked like a crash site. Ace had short legs since she was only 5'3 but they were strong like the rest of her. She had short layered brown hair that had a strip of red that she would cut off every week so people wouldn't see the natural strip of color. They would get suspicious. Ace wore many layers of clothing to cover her siren markings that littered her skin. She wore black legging, tight grayish shorts and a belt that held many different tools. Her top was covered with a black crop top that showed her toned abdomen and a black leather jacket with many different patches from where the tough material had been cut.
Ace looked at the crash site and sighed when she saw two cars that had rammed into each other and her bandit had his head against the wheel...dead. Ace growled lowly and looked at the other car. It was Hyperion. No one was in it...they must have respawned at the New-U station. Neither car worked so Ace was stuck to having to walk...she hated walking. Ace closed her eyes and focused her energy on trying to find the nearest controlled mind she had taken over. She found that the closest village was quite the ways away which annoyed her but she began to trek her way to the village. This long amount of time gave her plenty of time to think about her life and how she got to this very moment.
As a child, Ace was kept a secret from the world. She came from a ship that didn't allow sirens and no one knew about her except her loving parents. For fifteen years Ace was kept secret and at the time her room was a small attic that no one knew of. Her parents didn't name her Ace but Azalea which was Hebrew for the flower. They called her this because during birth she wouldn't stop crying and all her parents could afford was a flower toy. This kept the little baby Azalea quiet. But one day the ship was under attack and there weren't enough escape pods for everyone...so her parents sent a distress signal to their close friend on Pandora, her parents explained the situation and asked for the friend to take Azalea. The friend who was named Zer0 agreed and thus they sent a scared and distressed Azalea into a pod and she skyrocketed to Pandora where Zer0 was waiting.
Years went by with Azalea just scraping by. Zer0 wasn't exactly the best caretaker but he did do his best to take care of her. She was on a set diet and exercise routine so when she was eighteen she was feared by many and known as the pupil of Zer0. This was the year Azalea got her new name as an adult. Ace. She then was sent off by Zer0 to get some firewood when a psycho came running at her. She was scared and dropped the firewood to pull out her gun but she wasn't fast enough...she didn't have to be. The psycho immediately stopped in his tracks right in front of her and stared at her for what felt like hours when he slowly got on his knees and bowed his head to her. "Queen" was all he had said to her. That was how she had gained control of the local villages which Zer0 was not a fan of so...he left on a mission and never returned.
Ace shook her head and ignored the flashback that had come up in her head. She had nothing to worry about now. She was twenty-three now and could take care of herself. The hardships she had faced all lead her to this moment. Alone. Walking in a desert. She had never really liked sand since it always got in her shoes and in places she would have to wash eight times a day for months before it washed out completely. She hated this. It took about three hours before she had made it to one of her camps and when she entered the camp all came and bowed to her. "Queen would you like something to eat, drink? maybe you should rest." A rather large bandit asked her with a worried expression. "Yes. I am going to the nearest Queen Hive and going to sleep...I will eat later." Ace said sleepily. The 'Queen's Hive was a type of condo place that only high ranking bandits could use and was built in every camp. With a sigh, Ace found a nice condo on the top floor and quickly got in there and laid on the bed. It wasn't long before sleep took over her mind and body.