Adult-FanFiction.org : Games

Justifiable Homicide	By : DarkLaraJade Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 40965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect or its characters. I do this strictly for entertainment purposes and not profit

Chapter List
- 9
- 10
- 11
Disclaimer: Mass Effect is not mine and it is not my creation or my property. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.
This story contains extreme violence, excessive profanity and very graphic sexual content, all of it interspecies erotica. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also this contains spoilers for Mass Effect 3 so if you if don't like spoilers then don't read.
Read Me:
I'm going to have to split this into 4 parts. I know I said Part 3 was going to be the last chapter and that's exactly what I intended to do. But unfortunately I was hit hard by Hurricane Sandy. I lost power for days and all the new developments I put in this chapter were wiped clean and all I had left was the info I backed up on a flash drive.
I have three huge trees down in my yard among other things so I ask everybody be patient while I deal with things and try to get Part 4 done at the same time. To all the people that lost their homes in Hurricane Sandy, my heart truly goes out to you. Thanks for understand and I hope you enjoy reading.
All parts of "Nothing is what it Seems" take place in the same day.
Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 9: Nothing is what it Seems
Part 3
By
DarkLaraJade
Tali had rubbed a liquid anesthetic over Nova's still very flat belly. Now she stood over her with a needle that was 5 inches long.
The Ex Commander took a shaky breath, "If you hurt my babies, I'll kill you Tali."
It wasn't in her nature to threaten. She had always done the right thing and been the good guy everyone could always depend on. But if Tali hurt her little ones, especially after what she had been through, she wouldn't be responsible for her actions.
"Don't worry Shepard, I won't.", Tali said calmly.
Nova closed her eyes tightly and felt the pressure of the needle as it pierced her womb. Her breathing increased as her unease continued to rise. Then a sucking feeling and slowly the pressure was removed.
"There. All done.", she heard Tali say above her.
The light blinded her slightly as she opened her eyes and her pupils once again adjusted to the light. Tali stood next to her with a syringe filled with yellow fluid in her hand.
"See. Nothing to worry about.", she said.
Tali even reached over with her free hand to turn the monitor around. Nova could see her babies inside herself; the diagnostics of their health beside their picture on the monitor. They were okay just as Tali promised.
Nova gave a sigh of relief, "Thanks. It's not that I don't trust you Tali. I just-", Nova started.
Tali interrupted, "No need to explain Shepard. I'm not offended. Now you can get dressed okay?"
Nova nodded and took her hospital gown off. She started to suit up again and replace her armor. Tali squeezed the contents of the amniotic fluid into a sterile container and threw the syringe in a bio hazard bin.
She then surveyed Shepard's attire and cocked her head to the side, "I thought you weren't in the military anymore."
Nova gave her a quizzical look as she pulled on her purple arm gauntlets, "I'm not."
"Then why the armor?"
"Lots of people wear armor Tali and they're not in the military."
"True, true. But usually they're going on a mission or at least expecting a fight. You don't have to worry about any of that here."
"Look, Wrex burned all my clothes. There. I said it."
"What?! Why?!"
"Because he wanted me to wear some dresses in the closet."
Tali got quiet for a minute and then loud two toned laughter erupted from the breathing mask, "Hahahaha."
"What?! What's so funny?!"
"I'm sorry Shepard. Hahaha. That's just so silly. Why didn't he just ask?! Oh Gods, Krogan. It's like they have no common sense when it comes to civility. And I bet Wrex doesn't think he did anything wrong."
Then Tali's laughter died down, but Shepard wasn't amused. She spent thousands of dollars on those clothes through the years. Nova didn't make a lot of money as it was on a government salary. Wrex had better damn well reimburse her! A fully armored Nova crossed her arms and gave Tali an annoyed look. She really liked Tali but her clothes were her possessions and their destruction was no laughing matter.
Tali walked up to her and gave her another tight embrace which softened Nova's demeanor immediately. Nova wished somewhat that she wasn't in this armor so she could feel Tali's tight body and ample breasts against her own. Wrex was really the only man she had eyes for, but women were a different matter entirely.
Tali pulled away and said, "Go on now Shepard. When you arrived here it was around late noon and the sun should be setting now. You should go."
Nova reached out and grabbed Tali's hand, "Wait! Will I see you again?"
"Of course Shepard. I live here. Things are better between me and my people, but I'm still exiled. There is nothing that I can do to change that. But I guess it worked out for the best! I can't be on Rannoch, but Quarian delegates live here to handle things with the Krogans. Since I'm so close to Wrex, I was an ideal candidate to help with things here. So I'm here on New Tuchanka indefinitely for now. I'm the head of the Quarian Research Team and I'm apart of all the meetings with the Quarian delegates. So I'm only twenty minutes away. We'll see each other again. You have my word. Oh, is it true Miranda is here too?"
Nova smiled and released Tali's hand. "Yes. She's with Wreav. They fight constantly, but she's adjusting."
"Hmmm. I find it hard to imagine those two together. But I'm not in the position to judge I guess."
"You will keep me updated once you find anything."
"Of course Shepard. And we have to get together soon."
Nova agreed and the two said their goodbyes. When Nova left the examination room, her slave girls were still standing outside dutifully. Quarians were walking down the hallway in droves; most of them seemed to be leaving like it was the end of their work day.
"Commander Shepard! It's time to leave now, it's getting late. Dinner is certainly ready.", Mirah said.
Mmmm dinner. In all the confusion and chaos, she had forgotten how hungry she was. She had been sleeping before she arrived here. She hadn't eaten anything all day long. Her slave girl started to walk down the hallway that was thick with Quarians and when they reached the entrance the glass doors slid open.
The sun was setting creating a blazing bright orange horizon. At the bottom of the metal staircase, stood four Krogan guards and an unusual looking Geth standing beside a shuttle. They were just one of many shuttles that had just arrived.
"Commander Shepard this is our shuttle!", Miriah said, pointing at the small vessel below.
"How do you know? There are so many.", Nova said.
"Because of the Urdnot Insignia on their armor.", Raina chimed in.
Her slave girls led the way down the stairs and Nova was careful to not run into Quarians. They seemed completely disinterested in her and went on their way as if the scene in front of them wasn't even taking place. Well, at least it seems so since Nova couldn't see their faces. At the shuttle, her slave girls were herded inside by the four Krogan and Nova walked up to the unusual Geth.
"Shepard-Commander. It's an honor to be serving with you again.", the Geth said with a brightly lit blue lens.
"Legion?! Is that you?!"
A Krogan guard interrupted and yelled gruffly, "Come on. The Khahan wants you home before dark!"
She glared at the Krogan guard, who was giving her attitude. He knew who she was and chances are he didn't agree with her being here like most of the Krogan. But she couldn't back down.
She stared him down, "Who do think you're talking to?! I will be Khahana sooner than you think and furthermore I am your Khahan's chosen female. I am a Commander of an entire fleet. From all perspectives, I outrank you! So who do you think you're talking to soldier?!"
The guard looked nervous and shifted his weight from side to side. "I did not mean to offend you Commander Shepard.", the guard conceded.
Nova looked at the Krogan hard and said in a hard tone, "Fine. Now stand aside."
Then she got into the shuttle with Legion and the four guards behind her. Once they buckled up, the shuttle took off.
Nova sat across from Legion, "Tali told me that Wrex allied with her people and the Geth, but I never expected to find you here."
Legion nodded robotically, "Understandable Shepard-Commander. Urdnot Wrex told us of your arrival. We were on the other side of New Tuchanka when you arrived, so we could not welcome you. Urdnot Wrex said it would be wise to escort you home; we concurred with the decision."
"You misunderstood. I don't want to know why you're here now. Why are here on New Tuchanka? Is this your home too?"
"Shepard-Commander is incorrect. We settled on a planet five solar days from here. It is the Geth that helped the Krogan find this planet. The outer territories beyond the Perseus Veil are unknown to organics, even the Quarian."
"So are there Geth troopers here? Are you staying as a leader?"
"Shepard-Commander is correct. Legion is here as the consensus of all Geth since organics require a leader to every race. We are helping with the building and renovations of New Tuchanka. Did you find Red Alloy Redoubt satisfactory?"
"You built that?!"
Legion nodded, "Urdnot Wrex stressed the importance of having a strong fortress. The Red Alloy is the strongest metal in the known galaxy. Organics lack the knowledge, skill, and technology to use the Red Alloy, but after much processing we managed to make the metal usable."
"Much processing? How long did it take?"
"Precisely 6.8 minutes."
Nova's jaw dropped open. Were they kidding? Since the beginning of Citadel Space no one could use the Red Alloy and Legion sits across from her and says close to 7 minutes of processing was a long time. Synthetics.
"Why did you agree to help Wrex?"
"Although at peace with the Creators, we were still questioning our creation. We are sentient beings yet we do not feel. A true function was needed. Urdnot Wrex gave the Geth a function. We will help the Creators and Krogan rebuild. We will be an army for the Krogan Empire. We will not be attacked, feared, or despised for our creation. We will fight because we choose to fight and protect the offspring of Krogan. We are alike."
Now Nova was confused, "Who is alike?"
"The Krogan and the Geth."
Nova quirked an eyebrow. The Krogan and the Geth were nothing alike. "How so?"
"The Geth were created to do labor and the Creators tried to destroy us because we became sentient beings. The Krogan were primitive and the Salarians gave them technology to fight in the Rachnai Wars. The Salarians created the Krogan like the Creators created the Geth. When the Salarians felt threatened, they tried to destroy the Krogan like the Creators tried to destroy us. We are alike."
Nova never thought of it that way. Not even slightly and it peaked her interest. "Did you draw this conclusion on your own?"
"Urdnot Wrex informed us of this similarity."
Nova was shocked. Was Wrex really that smart? Was he really so observant that he could find similarities with a machine race that they had nothing in common with?
"Did he say anything else?"
"The Krogan will protect us as we build more Geth. We will protect the Krogan as they grow their empire. Krogan can procreate now. A new development. We will protect the Krogan as they procreate as they protect us. The Creators concur with this decision and agree to protect us and the Krogan. The Creators and the Geth are a part of the Krogan Empire. The union has be made and the treaty has been signed."
"Treaty?! There was a treaty?! When?!"
"Three years ago Shepard-Commander. The Quarian-Geth Treaty was modified."
"What are you doing for Wrex? Just building?"
"We invent and modify new ships, defense shields and weapons daily with the Creators and then work day and night since we do not sleep. We build more Geth for Urdnot Wrex. We have a primary function."
"How many Geth have you built on New Tuchanka?"
"On average such information would be strictly confidential. But Urdnot Wrex has given Shepard-Commander top level clearance. We have built 20,000 Geth on New Tuchanka. There was plenty of metal left over after the Reaper Wars. There is plenty of metal on the unchartered planets. Metal is in vast supply. Urdnot Wrex placed importance on strength. We are making numerous Colossus, Destroyers, and Juggernauts."
Nova gave a sigh of relief. A lot of firepower, it wasn't too bad. 20,000 was hardly what you consider to be an army. She didn't want Wrex to fail, but she was very worried about Wrex having an invasion size army. "Has he given you any recent orders besides the renovations?"
"To patrol the Perseus Veil with the Batarians and the Vorcha and assist in sectioning all the systems valuable to the empire."
"That would take years since the Mass Relays are out. You would have to set up beacons on every planet you went to."
"Shepard-Commander is incorrect. Shepard-Commander allowed the Reaper codes to be uploaded so we are no longer able to be hacked. The Reaper codes optimized the Geth programming. Beacons are obsolete and we are operating at optimum efficiency. We are a single consciousness. We communicate without the use of beacons. Any learned information by one Geth is learned by all of us instantly. Geth no longer die. Once we are destroyed we are uploaded into another body. Although the Mass Relays are destroyed, we know the events happening on the edge of the Perseus Veil, here on New Tuchanka, and anywhere else light years away that Geth are seeing. We are Geth. We know all. We see all."
Nova felt uneasy, she didn't like that at all. She had openly agreed that the Geth deserved to live and wanted to save them. She honestly didn't feel like the Geth were a threat, but was she wrong? Did she do the right thing by uploading those codes? Should she have listened to the Quarians? Was it smart for Wrex to allow the Geth so much freedom and give them so much trust?
She was curious to test this new found gift, "And what's happening beyond the Perseus Veil now?"
"7 Geth Stealth Fighters, 2 Batarian warships, and 3 Vorcha warships are stationed at the beginning of the outer territories just beyond the Perseus Veil. There is no hostile activity to report Shepard-Commander."
The shuttle then began to shake slightly as it descended and the whole time she never took her eyes off of Legion's brightly lit lens which served as his face. Once the shuttle landed safely outside the Urdnot Redoubt, Nova undid her belt and practically jumped out of the shuttle to separate herself from Legion. It was unnerving that he had that kind of power. Her slave girls got out of the shuttle and Legion followed suit.
"Are you coming inside?", she asked Legion.
"I was only to escort Shepard-Commander to the Redoubt. Geth are waiting with another shuttle to take us to our base. All questions have been answered. Contact us if assistance is needed." And then Legion turned his back and left leaving her with her thoughts.

Nova led the way into the Urdnot Redoubt since she had a good sense of direction; once she had been somewhere once she pretty much knew her way around. Besides, if she could navigate the Citadel, she could navigate anywhere. Mirah and Raina trailed behind her silently; they had been trained not to speak unless spoken to.
When she reached the 20th floor, Nova heard talking in the dining room. She was starved and the tantalizing aromas emitting from the kitchen make her stomach grumble.
"Excuse me Commander Shepard.", Raina said behind her.
Nova turned around, "Yes?"
Raina looked nervously at Mirah and then back at her, "Forgive me for speaking out of turn, but may we have our meal in the kitchen while you eat?"
Nova nodded and waved them off, "Of course. Go on, eat." What a silly thing to ask her. Did they expect her to say no?
When Nova walked into the dining room, Wrex sat at the head of a long dining room table made for 10 Krogans with Wreav and Miranda. The red dining room was made of red metal and the table was made of a dark gunmetal color. The red cathedral ceilings created an echo in the room and save for a few empty shelves, the dining room was as simple and bare as the rest of the Khahan's quarters. She had been so quiet; they didn't even notice her come in.
Wreav said to Wrex, "How long do we have to wait? I'm fucking starving here."
Miranda answered next to Wreav, "Until Nova comes back."
Wreav turned to Miranda, "And you I wasn't talking to!", earning him at hard stare from Miranda.
Wrex spoke to Wreav as his younger brother turned back to him, "She's right. No one is eating until Nova comes home with news of our youngling."
Wreav looked irritated, "Do you realize how fucking stupid that sounds?!"
Wrex slammed his fist on the table, causing the plates and flatware on the fully set table to wobble, "Then leave Whelp! You could eat at your own God damn place! Don't come into my den and talk shit about my woman. Now shut you fucking mouth or I'll shut it for you!"
Nova had her arms crossed as the scene unfolded, "Ahem."
Everyone turned to look at her and Wrex's face contorted, "Why are you wearing that?! That damn Mirah!"
Nova looked down at herself, quite pleased with her armor and then shot him a dirty look through her visor, "Don't you dare blame her! This isn't her fault. I'm wearing this because you burned all my clothes!"
"If you have no clothes, then you wear the ones put out for you."
"I won't be bullied into playing dress up!"
She then stomped forward and slammed her hands at the edge of the table across from Wrex, "And what the hell gave you the right to do that?!"
Miranda asked in shock, "He burned all your clothes?! Why?!"
She turned to her, "Because he wanted me to wear a dress and have no other options."
Miranda blinked for a few moments and then burst out laughing. She managed to say, "That's ridiculous! Hahahaha!"
"That's not funny Miranda!"
Miranda still giggled, "Oh so can laugh at Wreav calling me a whore but I can't laugh at Wrex burning your clothes? I should think not."
Wrex just sat there with his elbow on the table and his fist under his jaw nonchalantly. That made Nova even more angry, "Well?! What do you have to say for yourself?! Why didn't you just ask?!"
Wrex shrugged, "It hadn't occurred to me."
Nova gritted her teeth, "So let me get this straight! You want me to wear a dress so the first thought that occurs to you is to burn every shred of clothing I own rather than just ask?!"
"Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying."
Nova started to pound the table with one fist and she pinched her eyes together as a wave a fury overtook her. She then glared at Wrex, "That's crazy! That's was thousands of dollars worth of clothes! It took me years to accumulate those clothes and I expect to be reimbursed."
Wrex was hungry and wanted to get on with his meal. Right now he didn't know which he was more tired of: the day's events or Nova's mouth.
"That's enough Nova! I shouldn't have burned your clothes! There! Are you happy?! However I will not be reimbursing you as I am taking care of you now. The dresses in the closet cost far more than that heap of rags you had in those boxes! Now sit so we can eat! We've been waiting patiently for you and we're all starving!"
Did he just call her clothes heaps of rags?! Some of them still had the tags on them. That bastard! "Those clothes-"
Wrex cut her off by clapping loudly with his meaty Krogan hands and yelling like a caveman, "Food! Now!"
Then out of nowhere slave girls she had never seen before came in with trays of food. It made Nova's mouth water the way the meats on the trays still sizzled hotly in its own juices. Leafy vegetables were cut and seasoned to perfection; both cooked and raw.
Momentarily Nova forgot her anger and went to sit in the seat Wrex was gesturing to next to him. Her body yearned for food; in need of sustenance for her body and the two small lives now growing inside her. The slave girls went around putting vegetables and three different kinds of meat on her plate.
When the slave girls got to Wreav, he grabbed a handful of meat slices and tossed them on his plate, complaining she wasn't going fast enough. Then a small verbal sparring match started between Miranda and Wreav about his behavior and choice of words. Nova shook her head; they were like an old married couple already. Or did poor Miranda really hate Wreav and she just couldn't leave. Nova looked at her meal and sighed slightly.
She took a few bites and once she curved her appetite slightly, Nova put the clothing issue aside for now, "You owe me an explanation for all this. Why didn't you tell me about New Tuchanka on this ship? And Tali and Legion?"
Wrex stopped shoveling food into his face, "Because you wouldn't understand until you saw Nova. Besides I hate lengthy explanation unless it's needed."
Nova couldn't believe what he just said, "Of course telling me about all this was needed! And I thought your people abandoned you!"
Wrex shook his head, "I never said they abandoned me Nova. I said some Clan Leaders tried to kill me in a Torakant which they obviously failed."
"Wrex if you want me here I need to know the whole story. No more guessing. "
Wrex had hoped that he could enjoy his meal in peace and not relive that day, but he had no choice. He did owe Nova; so he would tell her and start from the beginning.

In the days following the death of the Krogan females, the females were laid to rest in the graveyard. The sacred burial ground hadn't been so full since the Krogan Wars. With heavy hearts every Krogan sent the females to the hollows from where they once came. The Shaman gave a heart wrenching eulogy that no Krogan would be able to forget.
As time passed in the weeks, anger replaced grief as it usually does. Rynecol was like breakfast, lunch and dinner to every Krogan to dull the pain. The cry for blood and vengeance was heavy in the air and its biggest protagonist was Jurdon Rown.
He called every Krogan to arms and a plan to take the Citadel was quickly and foolishly formed. It was suicide in every sense of the word. The only one with the power and the guts to squash Jurdon Rown's foolish edict was him. His position as Khahan gave him the power and Wrex always had the guts to crush any man he hated, especially if the man was acting foolishly.
Regardless of the sense and reason Wrex made, there were many Krogan who couldn't see it. Perhaps they were too angry to see it or perhaps they were so entrenched in their own despair they had a death wish.
This created the perfect opportunity and climate for a man like Rown to twist things to his own devices. So here he was in the Clan Leaders meeting room with all 12 Clan leaders and the Shaman; locked in a bitter battle with Jurdon Rown, the most despicable Krogan alive.
"I won't sanction it! You're insane. We haven't the weapons or the man power!"
Jurdon Rown smirked, he was no fool. He knew it was crazy and Wrex wouldn't sanction it. No Khahan would. But many Clans, some Wrex's own allies, blamed Urdnot Wrex for the death of Krogan race. It was a hard burden to bear and his people cried out for justice. If there was ever a time to dethrone him, it would be now. This was the perfect excuse to gain favor among the Krogan. Maybe he could become Khahan now. Maybe he, Jurdon Rown, could become Overlord, which Urdnot Wrex couldn't even do.
"With a surprise attack we can't lose Khahan! They are still hurting from the Reaper Wars.", Jurdon Rown goaded.
"Are you insane?! The Citadel knows about our women. You think they're not prepared for us coming?! And more importantly, we have no warships!"
The Shaman agreed, "Be sensible Jurdon Rown. You're stirring up the people for a suicide mission. Or are you just trying to turn them against the Khahan?!"
Jurdon Rown smirked, "I've no need to turn the people against Urdnot. I think he's done a fine job of that himself. I'm merely stating the truth!"
Wrex walked up to Jurdon Rown and got in his face, "And what truth is that?"
Jurdon Rown didn't budge, "That you're nothing like your father Jarrod."
"I'm proud of that fact!"
"Really?! You're proud of the fact that he was a true Khahan and a natural born leader and you're nothing like him?! He would rather die beating down the doors of that fucking Citadel than hide here like a whimpering female. He would die a good, fearless, honorable death!"
Wrex bared his razor sharp teeth, he hated his father! He hated it even more when people compared them together. "If my father had his way, we wouldn't even be standing here right now! We would have been killed in some half cocked war against the Citadel nearly a millennium ago! I agree we need to fight, but we need time to come up with a plan. We need to wait!"
"I'm tired of waiting! And so are your men. So is every Krogan on Tuchanka. We want action for our women and children. For the mothers, daughters and sisters taken from us."
Wrex backed away and said nothing. What could he say? He knew that's what they wanted, and they had a right to demand it. Hell, even he wanted it. He wanted it for Eve, he wanted it for every Krogan woman that was robbed of life with a painful and brutal death, and for every little girl taken who never he got a chance to live a long fruitful life. But it was impossible to take action now without dire consequences.
Jurdon Rown continued, "Do you know what other truths I tell? The fact that ever since you became Khahan things have gotten worse! The fact that your ideals of allying with other races and coming together as a people despite our Clan differences have done nothing but divide us! And in the end, your idea of allying with the Citadel and trusting those filthy fucking Salarians, which your old man never would have done, is what killed us to begin with! The fact that you were fucking that nasty Alliance whore, Shepard, who was in on the plot and you were too fucking pussy whipped to figure it out! We find that you are no longer able to make sound judgments. I and the other Clan Leaders of Raik, Gatatog, and Jorgal challenge you to Torakant on the same day for title of Khahan!" If it was possible for a Krogan to have heart attack, Wrex would have at that moment. Did he hear right? That was unheard of!
An uproar arose as Wrex's allies started bickering with the Jurdon's allies while the Shaman tried to regain order, "Everyone shut up! Jurdon Rown, you can't. The battle would be unfair!"
Jurdon Rown turned to the Ruzad, "Is there any law that says a Khahan cannot be challenged for his title by multiple opponents on the same day?"
The Ruzad looked regrettably at Wrex, but he had to tell the truth, "No."
The Shaman growled, "Never in the history of Tuchanka has such a thing been attempted!"
Jurdon Rown looked at Wrex hatefully, "Well, never in history has there ever been a Krogan as pitiful as Urdnot Wrex."
Wrex lost it and grabbed Jurdon Rown by the collar of his armor and shook him forcefully. Jurdon Rown didn't even fight back, "Come on Urdnot! That's how you act when you're faced with the truth! You're not shit!"
The Shaman ran up to Wrex and rested a hand on his shoulder, "Khahan. This isn't the place. There are laws! And being impartial, Jurdon Rown is only speaking fact. The people won't tolerate his death like this. (The Shaman looks at Jurdon Rown) Every Clan Leader is the strongest Krogan in their Clan. All four of you on one Krogan is-"
"Enough!", Wrex yelled.
The whole room got quiet. What The Shaman was saying was true. Four Krogan on one was ludicrous; he would have no time to recover from his wounds. However, he had no choice but to agree. He stared hatefully at Rown and released his collar, shoving him after for good measure. As the Krogan stumbled back, Wrex threw his arms up and yelled.
"I am no weakling! I fear no one! If you all want my blood, then come for it! You'll not get, but you can come anyway!"
He then pointed a finger at Rown and the other 3 leaders Jurdon Rown had listed and said, "One, two, three and four! I accept your challenge and I will see you two days from now! That's standard preparation time! Now get the fuck out of my den! All of you are dead to me! You hear? Dead to me!" Wrex went wild and started punching the walls of the cave, causing cracks cave walls around his fists. Even Jurdon Rown got quiet before he left the Urdnot Leader's den.

Two days later Wrex stood in the stone Krogan Arena. Whatever wasn't destroyed by the massive Reaper would be enough space. When fighting in the Torakant, you wore no armor of any kind. Only the strongest Krogan could rule and this was a test of brute strength. Therefore armor was forbidden along with any kind of supplements, vitamins or drug enhancements of any kind.
Only one weapon was allowed and it had to be presented for all to see before the battle started. The challenge was of strength for strength, cunning for cunning, and skill for skill. Although many died during Torakants it was not a match to death. However through shame, the losing Krogan would wish they had died.
Thousands had shown up for the battle and make shift stands were created around the arena while others sat on rubble. Every clan turned up for the battle and the only ones not present were the injured and dying.
The Clan Leaders who allied with Jurdon Rown were standing with him while the Wrex's allies did the same. Although Clan Nakmor's Leader, Nakmor Rind, had not challenged him to a Torakant, he still stood alongside Jurdon Rown. Wrex was wary of that. For the most part, Rind was neutral and the coward followed whoever was in power. The fact that he openly stood against him as Khahan and with his mortal enemy meant Rind believed Rown or his allies could win. Maybe Rind knew something he didn't.

Wrex stood in the arena bare-chested with no armor on. He wore tight pants made of thick black spandex that made his large genitalia cling to his thigh but it wasn't a hindrance. It was normal during a Torakant to do such things; it was far worse to leave it loose as it cause him injury. His other opponents had dressed the same and the penalties for intentionally hurting another Krogan's genitalia were severe.
Wrex was sweating and fatigued as he leaned over to catch his breath. As he placed his hands on his knees, he looked down at his boots and closed his eyes momentarily. The roar of Krogans surrounding him with their chanting in their brutish Krogan tongue filled his ears. He could vaguely hear Jack behind him cheering him on. He was almost through this.
The Clan Leaders from Raik and Gatatog had been laughable. They were barely a match as far he was concerned. The fucking weaklings! They hadn't even managed to scratch him although he couldn't say the same for them. The fight was over when one was either pushed from the arena or surrendered. Both fights were more like a wrestling match than a fight, which was unusual.
Of course Wrex had beaten Raik Orge easily in a heartbeat. The weak Krogan tussled back and forth with him before Wrex lifted him and threw him from the high arena. If there was ever a time for Orge to be thankful for being Krogan it was today. The fall would have killed a lesser man.
Gatatog Corz was equally no match for him although it had taken nearly all his strength to subdue him. He had wrestled Gatatog to the ground and twisted his arm behind his back. Only when he wrenched his arm from the socket did the old Krogan howl and submit. When Corz stood his arm hung limply from the socket causing him to grit his teeth in agony.
It was a pathetic feat to say the least. Both Orge and Corz had weapons; large knives that that they never got a chance to use. Wrex had easily disarmed them. He could have easily killed the Krogans but he wanted to keep as many of his people alive as possible. He wanted to put them in their place. He was confident beat them, they would fall in line since Krogan only respected strength. But Jurdon Rown! That was a Krogan he wanted dead!
Wrex had presented a large serrated knife to the crowd as his weapon. It had been the same knife he used to kill his father in the Hollows. And till this very day, he considered the weapon both blessed and cursed. However he had dealt with Corz and Orge easily without it and it was still tucking safely in his boot.
Only Jorgal Drudge and Jurdon Rown were left. Wrex stopped leaning over and straightened his posture. The great Krogan leader pushed his shoulders back and puffed his chest out proudly. He then looked over the sea of Krogan faces surrounding him and threw his hands up, roaring to the heavens as he did so.
"This is what happens when you challenge your Khahan! I fucking gut anyone who tries to take my title! Drudge, Rown, let me show you the fucking Hollows!"
The Shaman was standing along the sidelines of the arena supervising the fight. He watched Drudge and Rown huddle and whisper and then look back at him. Drudge nodded and walked out into the middle of arena in the same attire as Wrex. The old orange and grey Krogan with a leathery hide and mighty hump presented no weapon.
The Shaman yelled, "Where is your weapon Clan Leader Drudge?"
He gave a smirk, "I don't need one. I'll fight this one with my bare hands."
Wrex laughed heartily, "Hahaha. You need all the help you can get Drudge."
The old Krogan continued to smirk, "No. I think it's you who needs the help Khahan. Enjoy that title while you still have it."
Wrex turned to the Shaman, "For honor's sake, I will not use my weapon."
The Shaman nodded and relayed the message loudly to the crowd with a loud booming voice. The announcement caused a loud applause and mantra of support in Wrex's name. Drudge didn't break from his cocky smirk and then The Shaman announcement the beginning of the fight.

For those of you who did not play Mass Effect: you might be confused by Legion's speech patterns. Legion is a Geth that has the task as operating as a leader of the machine race the Geth. They use Legion because they know organics (humans) prefer to speak to a leader or ambassador of some kind. They are a single consciousness and the Geth robots function as one. This is why Legion refers to himself as We and Us rather than I and Me because all Geth are connected. Shepard's name is also not a typo. He refers to Commander Shepard as Shepard Commander much like you have your last name first in a database.
- 9
- 10
- 11
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Justifiable Homicide