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Justifiable Homicide	By : DarkLaraJade Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 40965 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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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.
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Nothing is what it seems is finally done. Lots of questions answered and lots of violence in this chapter. Everything in "Nothing is what it Seems" happens in the same day. Enjoy.
Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 10: Nothing is what it seems
Part 4
By
DarkLaraJade
Drudge was on him in a flash, which was a different tactic than the other earlier Krogans who preferred taking the defense rather than the offense. Drudge threw punches at his head which he easily dodged. With Drudge so close to him, he tried to grab Drudge into a hold. But the lesser Krogan sidestepped him slightly and grabbed his triceps.
Wrex tried to force him off and every time he twisted out of Jurgol Drudge's grip, he tried to trap him again. It made no sense to him! Why not make a quick jab at his throat or ribs? Why was everyone trying to wrestle him? It was like none of them had any intentions of really trying to hurt or floor him.
Corz and Orge were strong for their Clans but weak for Krogan. But Wrex knew that Jorgal Drudge was anything but weak. Suddenly Drudge did a side step and twisted into him at the same time. A hard vicious elbow was thrown his way, but Wrex was prepared. Wrex threw an arm up and blocked the move and landed a jab in Drudge's face.
The large Krogan didn't even budge, "It'll take a lot more than that to put me down Urdnot!"
Wrex smirked, "I was hoping so."
The Krogan leader caught the fist Drudge had thrown again and began squeeze tightly. Fingers began to snap and joints began to give way as the Krogan tried to rip his hand from his Khahan's grip. Wrex granted his wish and released him causing him to stumble backward and Wrex lunged at him.
Drudge could have fended him off had his hand not been busted but when he reached out to push Wrex away his fingers began to hang from their joints. Wrex jumped on him and balled up his rough scaly fist. Pressing a thick hand against Drudge's throat, he began to strangle him and keep him in place at the same time as he began to pound the Clan Leader's face.
Blood flew in the air as the Clan Leader began to choke. Drudge was still being partially strangled and restrained by Wrex as he was forced to swallow his own blood and broken jagged teeth. A sickening sound of bone cracking and strangled cries from Drudge filled the air. The roar had since died down and the silence of the crowd was deafening.
Drudge tried to hit him back to no avail. He was pinned in such a fashion that his free hand did little to stop Wrex as he pushed against his leader's chest. While a sharp blinding pain like none other would overtake him if anything even grazed his mangled hand. Wrex's tough knuckles scraped what was left of Drudge's teeth as he literally punched his fist down Drudge's throat. The pitiful Clan Leader began to writhe around and choke; his eyes bugging out of his head in pain and lack of air.
Drudge felt himself passing in and out of consciousness and something in the back of his mind told him he was dying. Fuck the plan! He'd have to pull it off some other way. He couldn't do it if he was dead. The Krogan that was barely clinging to life when he moved his hand from Wrex's chest and smacked the ground three times with his hand; the signal of surrender.
But Wrex paid no heed in his blood lust and kept his arm and fist sternly lodged in Drudge's throat. Wrex fought Drudge's gag reflex as the defeated Krogan's gag reflex fought him just the same. Drudge began to pound the ground more frantically and suddenly a voice appeared above Wrex.
"Enough Khahan! He's signaled surrender! You've won. Enough! It's the rules!"
It was the Shaman and suddenly Wrex looked up at him and the thousands of Krogan around him. Everyone was stock still and quiet. It was dishonorable to kill an opponent after surrender. Not because killing a weak Krogan was wrong as a matter of fact it was encouraged.
But only because the rules were tradition and going against them was like spitting on your heritage; forever sowing discord between this life and the Hollows. Wrex looked down at Drudge whose eyes had looked nearly dislodged from their sockets before he started to slowly close them as he died. Without warning Wrex wrenched his arm back causing Drudge to vomit the contents of his large Krogan stomach. Wrex jumped up and backward in disgust. It was inevitable that it land on him, but thankfully he was quick enough to avoid a real catastrophe.
The Shaman motioned to Wrex, "And the Khahan is the victor! Another example of the strongest Krogan alive!"
A roar of savage hoots and Jack's cheering filled his ears. The Khahan threw his arms up to revel in their cheers like a champion and walked forward, stepping over Jurgol Drudge in the process. Then a sharp staggering pain in his foot that ran up his leg. He gritted his teeth and looked at the ground behind him. The fucking cheat!
After the match was over, Drudge had used his last bit of strength to carry out Jurdon Rown plan to cripple Wrex. He stabbed him in the foot with the weapon he claimed he didn't have! The knife was so deep it penetrated his foot, tore through his boot and even ran into the hard stone arena beneath his feet. The fucking bastard actually nailed him to floor with the knife. Wrex reached down and half grunted and yelped as he quickly and roughly yanked the knife from his foot.
He was careful to pull straight up so he didn't sever or nick any veins by twisting the blade. He felt blood fill his boot as a Krogan rage overtook him. Wrex saw red as he rushed over and began to stomp Drudge's head repeatedly; his heavy 400lbs of weight in one leg smashing the Krogan's head until his head split open. He didn't stop until there was nothing left of the fucker's head and then he shook brains off the bottom of his boot in disgust.
Jack ran up behind Wrex wearing a tight leather midriff that showed off her taut stomach and the tops of her perky breasts. As she ran over, her beautiful exposed hips swayed back and forth in her low rise leather pants. Then to his surprise, she ran right past him and began to furiously kick Drudge's headless corpse with her steel toed black boots.
Then the repeated sporadic kicks then slowed as she began to speak. "Cheating son of a bitch! You stupid mother fucker! I'd kill you if you weren't dead already!", she cried; a deep heavy kick between each sentence that literally shook Drudge's corpse.
Wrex had to pull her off of Drudge and despite his injured foot he had dragged her kicking and screaming to the sidelines. He then threw her in with his Clan that lined the arena, "Enough Jack."
Jack flexed her arms, "It's enough when I say it's enough! Fuck him!"
"And fuck you too!", she yelled as she pointed to Jurdon Rown. The bastard was making his way to the Ruzad on the other side of the arena.

Jurdon Rown reached the Ruzad he said, "I demand the Khahan be disqualified and forfeit his title. He killed a Clan Leader after the match was over. This is against the law!"
"Bullshit! Jurgol Drudge stabbed the Khahan after The Shaman declared the match over. Drudge would have been put to death anyway for his indiscretion. The Khahan only delivered it his punishment early."
Jurdon Rown turned on his heel and stomped away to stand with his own Clan once it was clear he would not get help from the Ruzad. Then the Ruzad yelled something at his back that made his blood run cold.
"Wonder where he got such a stupid idea. The match was over. He had nothing to gain from stabbing the Khahan. It's obvious he couldn't win. Why cripple him for the next fight?"
Rown turned his head slightly to glare at the Ruzad, "I wouldn't know! Are you accusing me of something Judge?"
The Ruzad stared back intently, "Not at all. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF DRAU TERRIORITY! MY CLAN CAN'T STAND THE SIGHT OF YOU AND NEITHER CAN I!"

The Ruzad then looked toward the Shaman who was standing near the middle of the arena next to Drudge's corpse, he hadn't even moved when Jack began kicking the damned ingrate. The Ruzad yelled, "Shaman, see after the Khahan. You know the drill."
The Shaman nodded and walked to Urdnot territory on the sidelines to find Urdnot Wrex. The Shaman found him sitting on some rubble with his armor off while Jack tended to his foot and bruises. Apparently he managed to talk some sense into the girl and got her focused on more important things.
"Khahan we can end the Torakant right here. You're fight with Jurdon Rown can wait."
But the Krogan leader wouldn't be swayed, "Hell no. This shit ends here and now! Rown and all who support him will go down today!"
The Shaman disagreed, "But you're wounded Khahan! Your foot-"
"My foot has been run clean through; I've survived worse. I'll not have my people think I'm a weakling! Even injured, I'll finally kill that bastard once and for all!"
The Shaman gave a defeated posture and nodded, "Alright Khahan. But be careful, no telling what Rown is up to. He knows you're stronger and faster, but he still seemed pretty confident about winning this fight."

Finally this was the end; he was going to kill the bastard. Even injured Wrex had over powered Rown and had gotten him in a chokehold from behind. Then Rown suddenly stomped his injured foot repeatedly hoping Wrex would release him.
Wrex threw Rown forward on his stomach as he unsheathed the knife from his boot and jumped on his back. Rown tried to roll over sensing Wrex behind him. The knife succeeded in catching Rown in the middle of his back rather than his heart and suddenly pain in his torso. Wrex looked down just in time to see Jurgol Drudge's knife buried deep in his chest. The damn thing had been hidden in the dirt. Rown had rolled over and thrust it into him while on his back, lodging the knife just between his ribs and into his lung.
Wrex stumbled backward and ripped the knife out of his chest, causing the wound to bleed.
The Shaman ran forward and yelled, "The match is over! Neither side can continue! It's a draw!"
"Bullshit! I can still fight….", Rown yelled and then he fell to his knees do the gaping wound in his back. Wrex opened his mouth to speak but blood replaced words. His foot was a mangled bleeding mess from Rown heavy foot smashing his already shredded foot.
He was now finding it hard to breath and he vaguely heard Jack shouting his name before and his vision started to fade. He watched Rown fall over and hit the ground painfully in unconsciousness before he followed him and his vision went black.

When he came to, he thought he was in his own bed before he realized he wasn't. There were no red walls made of clay and rock, only cold steel and metal. He jumped up and immediately winced from his wound. Jack jumped up with a groggy look; clearly she had been asleep in the chair across from him. The room was a standard bedroom you find on space ship, with simple storage and whatnot.
"Where the hell am I?"
"Wrex you're awake! You've been out for two days! The Cerberus doctors did what they could for you but you're still really weak. Rown punctured your lung and you lost a shit load of blood. And your foot is all fucked up!", Jack said.
Wrex ignored her and shouted, "Where the fuck am I?!"
Jack was about to answer when the Shaman walked in after hearing Wrex yell at the top of his lungs, "We're on Jack's ship. We're still on Tuchanka but we had to move you here for your own safety."
Wrex was insulted; Khahan's didn't need protection. "You're obviously an idiot if you think I need protecting! It's that damn Rown who needs protecting! Those bastards plotted against me and you and I both know it."
The Shaman nodded with agreement, "Yes Khahan. But I think you should stay here for the time being."
"Why?!"
The Shaman walked over to closet and grabbed some armor and tossed it to him. Wrex caught it easily and upon closer inspection he realized it was the same armor he had worn in the Torakant.
"Look on the inside Khahan."
There was small node with tiny wires. "Is this a fucking bomb?!"
"Yes Khahan. It was set to go off during the Torakant, but the detonator was faulty. We have no way of knowing who placed it there. It could have been one of our own before the battle or maybe one of the allies or enemies when you took your armor off to have your foot and bruises tended. We don't know. But we do know it's no longer safe for you on Tuchanka."
Wrex didn't know what to say, but Jack did. None of the Krogans had told her about the bomb. "Those fuckers tried to blow up Wrex! Are you kidding me?! I'll blow Jurdon Rown to pieces and gut anyone of those fuckers who try to get in my way!"
She then jumped up and ran out of the bedroom door, ignoring Wrex's calls to her. "Shit!", Wrex yelled and jumped to his feet. His wounds were not healed but he had to catch Jack. He chased after her and finally caught up with her at the airlock door. She had opened the hatch and was about to walk out when Wrex lunged forward and jumped on her.
He fell on top of her; the top half of their bodies outside the hatch doorway while they were still in the ship airlock from the torso down. Wrex was about her if she had lost her mind when he looked up from her face and outside Jack's ship.
Tuchanka harsh sands slapped his face as he took in the scene before him. Thousands of Krogans stood outside the ship. Jurdon Rown had thousands of his own behind him while a small patch of earth separated Wrex's faithful; signaling the great divide. Both sides heavily armed; one side ready to kill Wrex by any means necessary at slightest sign of aggression and the other ready to defend Wrex with their lives.
The day had come. The day he had always feared since the Genophage cure was found to be fake. He felt Jack pushing on him and he fought her causing his wound to open up again.
The gauze that was wrapped around him became stained with blood and Jack looked down at this torso in concern as he lie on top of her, "Damn it Wrex. Your fucking wound! If you only let me go-"
He suddenly glared down at her with anger and sadness in his iridescent green eyes. Wrex motioned up with his head, "Look up! Do you see that?! If you go out there guns blazing you know what's going to happen?! There would be no need to say the Genophage cure wiped out the Krogan race. It would this battle right here, right now. The end of the Krogan race would be a damn civil war and that won't happen. Not on my watch! Not today, not tomorrow, not ever!"
Jack looked up at him and bit back tears that come up slightly, "But they tried to kill you! And that bastard Rown knows who did if he didn't order it himself. You're my only friend! My only friend! The only one who gets me and what I'm all about. (She began to struggle fiercely again) How dare they think they can take you from me! And don't they know how lucky they are to have you looking out for them! Shit, what happened to you wasn't your fault! It was beyond your control! It could have happened to anyone! Now let me go and get back to that damn bed before you bleed to death all over me!"
Wrex fought her still and when he began to bleed more profusely through his blood saturated bandages, she stopped struggling since it was apparent he wouldn't release her. He smiled down at her sadly, "It's not about fault Jack. It's about responsibility. And these are my people and they trusted me to lead them and whatever happens to them on my watch is my responsibility. I should have been more careful. Demanded to see test subjects cured. Something like that. And my people know that. And believe me even if you kill Rown, it won't solve anything. Rown is just using this as an opportunity to get me out but there are others who legitimately believe me unfit to be Khahan. And I can't say I blame them."
Jack looked sick for second, "What are you saying?"
"I'm saying it's time for us to leave Tuchanka." Jack's eyes widened, "You mean we're running!"
"No. Never. They think they're better off without me, let them have their way. It'll give us time to figure things out and I won't come back here until I have answers for my people."
"What kind of answers", Jack wondered. "Anything. Anything is better than nothing."

Present day New Tuchanka
Nova looked back at Wrex, "That's it?!"
Wrex nodded, "Not much more to tell. I ordered all allies and their clans to come with me since I didn't know how long I would be gone. I took the Cerberus doctors and left Doctor Dreyas with Rown. Although he was on my side I couldn't leave my people without any medical attention. I had this idea to find Tali and ask her if she could help. They were the only technologically advanced alien race I knew without ties to the Salarians. So I had some Krogans bring a few bodies of Krogan females before we left. Didn't tell Rown and the others where we were going. I stated before I left that I was still their Khahan and I wouldn't give up them. Told them one day I would return for them and with answers. And that was it."
"Aren't you worried?", Nova asked.
"Of course. But I haven't heard about any botched Krogan attempts to take the Citadel or even a Krogan citing of any kind. So I bet every credit I have their still on old Tuchanka ready to shoot themselves for staying with Rown."
"Do they know about the human females?"
Wrex shook his head, "No. And I've ordered strict confidentiality on that and no communication with old Tuchanka of any kind. Sides they would be too far to reach out here as it is."
Nova smiled, "So now you're Overlord Wrex now. Like Okeer himself."
"Actually I'm not. I have to command the loyalty of all Clans to be an Overlord which it's quite obvious I haven't."
"Well what's all this Khahan and Khahana business then? Doesn't that come along with being Overlord?"
"Wish it did, but then again my father was Khahan and the last thing that asshole needed to be was an Overlord. So I suppose it's just as well. Khahan is old Kroganion tongue meaning "Leader of your people."It is bestowed upon all leaders that Clans as a majority follow. It is a title of great respect but also responsibility. Being Overlord is more difficult because you have to command all the Clans respect and alliance to make a cohesive army, which is why I do not currently hold the title."
"How do I become Khahana?"
"A ceremony in which all Clans are present along with their Clan leaders, the Shaman and the Ruzad must attend. It must be joint decision among the leaders and gain public recognition." Nova nodded and forced down the rest of her food. She wasn't even hungry anymore but she needed to eat for her babies.

When Lita returned to the bedroom, she was all cleaned up and carrying a warm towel. She had bathed quickly and afterward had covered herself in scented oil that had been in her box. Then she applied the medical salve inside herself and the soreness between her legs began to disappear. Realizing she had nothing to wear when she was finished, she had also put on a fresh dress since the Shaman left her dress in tatters from their earlier encounter.
Lita walked to the foot of the bed to see The Shaman waiting for her patiently. The Krogan was lying on the pillows against the headboard behind him. In her short time on New Tuchanka, she was slowly beginning to tell the difference between the old Krogans and the young ones. The guards who had brought her here were young.
Their skin was smoother and appeared to be softer in texture. Their humps were small and underdeveloped. But Hailot Ruruk, The Shaman, was undoubtedly very, very old. The aging process seemed to the reverse for Krogan when compared to the human process. It seemed like the older the Krogan, the stronger they were.
While the guards who brought her here were strong and well built like all Krogan were, Ruruk had even more muscles than they did. His shoulders were broader and his twelve pack stomach was tighter and harder. He was easily twice the size of the younger Krogans she had come into contact with and the difference didn't stop there. His orange skin was rougher, weathered and dull looking.
Numerous scars, both light and deep, marred his skin; showing all what a seasoned warrior he was. Lita gulped; a part of her found Ruruk oddly attractive with his gigantic muscles and impressive manhood. She looked him over and blushed a little.
He hadn't bothered to cover his nudity; his large cock still covered in her juices and his large quad lie between his heavy muscular legs. Her juices had dripped on his four testicles and she still couldn't believe their size or quantity was real. She had never seen or heard of such a thing.
The large Krogan's reptilian features contorted lightly as he looked her over. He shifted slightly as he sniffed the air. The soft smell of scented oil filled reached his nose and he began to harden slightly. He chuckled in his head when he saw little Lita's eyes widen as blood began to fill his soft cock; by the second it started to get thicker and the veins started to bulge slightly. He raised a massive muscular arm as he beckoned her forward with his huge hand that was larger than her entire head and ordered, "Come little Lita. Clean me up."
Lita nodded hesitantly and crawled across the bed until she was between his legs. She reached forward with the towel and grabbed his large cock with both hands through the steamy cloth. The Shaman groaned lightly and was about to tell her how good it felt, when something caught his eye. He reached his hand out quickly and gripped Lita's tiny chin with his large thumb and forefinger, startling Lita and making her jump.
"Easy little one.", he soothed.
The Shaman turned Lita's head slowly and saw a bruise on her cheek. Had he hit her or injured her in his lust?! No! He would have remembered. He didn't touch the girl. He only nuzzled her cheek from behind and the bruise had been on the other side, hidden by the pillow. He felt a surge of rage overtake him; how dare someone hurt his woman?! His property, his mate, soon to bare his children. When he ordered her from the Batarians, she had been flawless! Someone was going to pay dearly!
"Who did this?! Who?! I gave no one clearance to harm you. As a matter of fact, I told those damn Batarians if you arrived with one Gods damn scratch they would answer to me! Did the Batarians do it?!"
Lita's soft brown eyes were wide like a deer in headlights. Tears fell from them and she shook her head in his grip. She refused to say. Those damn Batarians. Couldn't they make their slaves listen without turning them into dog meat!
And then he inspected the bruise closer. It was an angry red color and just recently began turning purple. No, it was impossible it was the Batarians. The bruise was fresh, very fresh; hours old.
"This bruise is fresh. So I believe when you say it wasn't the Batarians. But this happened recently.", he said quietly.
When Lita didn't offer any information, he flew into a rage again, "So a Krogan hit you! No need to be afraid my little one. Tell me who! That's a serious crime! I'll snap his neck in two!"
Lita closed her eyes and began to cry harder in his grasp. Her tiny hand came up to grip his wrist which she could barely grasp due the size of the Shaman's wrist. She sniffled lightly, "Please. Don't make me say."
The Shaman shook her chin lightly, causing her whole head to move, "Open your eyes Lita."
She opened her doe-like brown eyes and stared at the Krogan who was now her owner and mate for life. "Lita you are my woman now. So let me explain this to you. I'll be good to you and take good care of you always. But you must understand some things. I will not ask you twice for something. When I ask you something or tell you to do anything, I expect it to be done without question. Do you understand?"
She looked at him for a few seconds with tears in her eyes before she said, "Yes."
"Yes what?"
"Yes Ruruk."
"Good. Now I'll not stand for anyone striking you. You're mine and I wouldn't even hit you. So I won't stand for anyone else doing something to you I wouldn't. Now tell me who."
Lita took a shaky breath before she said one name, "Erica."
The Shaman quirked an eyebrow, "I'm not familiar with anyone by that name. Did you misunderstand his name?"
Lita twisted her head in his grip and when he released her, she looked down at her hands which she had now placed in her lap. "Another slave girl came into our room and told us why we were here. She slapped me when I spoke out of turn. I was wrong and I deserved it. Forgive me Ruruk."
When she heard a growl, she looked up at The Shaman who had narrowed his eyes into slits and leaned forward to speak in a low deadly voice, "I'm sorry. Did I hear right? Did you just tell me that a fucking slave hit you?"
Lita nodded and said, "I was bad. I shouldn't have spoken out."
The Shaman jumped out of the bed and stormed over to the com system. "I was bad! And I'm a slave like she is!", Lita yelled at his back.
The Shaman turned around still nude as the day he was born and yelled back, "She has no authority to lay hands on you Lita! None! And if this….Erica told you why you were here, she knew you were a Clan Leader's woman and she slapped you anyway. It was a spit in your face and mine. Slave or not, you outrank the bitch any day of the week! And I'll make the cunt wish she hadn't laid eyes on you!"

It was long after dinner and Nova was standing on the balcony of Wrex's bedroom. The beautiful Red Alloy balcony was crafted and smoothed to perfection. It was big enough to hold four large tables but it was currently empty. She marveled at the craftsmanship the Geth exhibited. She was standing on metal that no organic life form could ever craft, mold, or sculpt. But somehow the Geth in all their infinite wisdom and their ability to process information a billion times faster than any organic had found a way.
Nova took a deep breath as the warm New Tuchanka air filled her lungs and thought about how surreal this all was. The Krogan, the Geth and Quarian. The Krogan empire. How crazy. From the balcony she could see lights from the Krogan and Quarian cities in the darkness. The tops of the Redoubts lit up from a distance so any flying vessel could easily see them. Lights streaming through windows of Redoubts and offices in the night sky; telling the world that the day was over but life still went on. Even though she was absorbed in the view, Nova still heard Wrex come up behind her.
"Mordin and I were loose ends. You didn't spend three years looking for us did you?", she said still facing the darkness.
Wrex was silent and he stopped behind her. "How did you figure it out?"
Nova gave a pained smile, "Wasn't hard. I'm not stupid Wrex! I uncovered the greatest secrets and plots in the galaxy. This is no different and I had a lot clues. First it was the omnipads in the room. Then Tali told me about the clones. Then Legion. And then I started to think of that story you told me about old Tuchanka. The Blood Pack had access to Liara for years. You could have come for her anytime you wanted to get to us. At first I couldn't figure out why you waited and then Tali told me about those fucking clones."
She gave a hard swallow, she didn't want to say it. "Go on.", he said to her back.
"You were planning an invasion of some kind. That's the best I can gather so far. It took three years to grow those Krogan. Three years from the end of the Reaper Wars to now. But you probably didn't count on there being so few. But you went ahead any way. You killed Liara to find Mordin and I. You took the information about the Citadel food and resources since the Shadowbroker is the only one that could have such information. Then you came for Mordin and I to kill two birds with one stone."
"Well I have to say, I'm surprised Nova. Didn't expect you figure it out so quickly given all that's happened so fast. But you always were sharp. That's why you're my woman. But you're only half right."
Nova turned to him, "What?"
"It's true. I didn't just kill Liara to find you and Mordin. I knew Citadel space was crippled after the Reaper Wars but I needed to know how badly. But I also needed Liara, Jona Sederis, and Aria out of the way. You made things easy for me when you kept Jona in prison. I needed control of all the mercenaries and she was still pulling the strings for the Eclipse from inside with Aria's help. With Liara, Jona and Aria out of the way chaos would spread and distract the Citadel while my men took control of the Citadel crime syndicate. We've been earning most of our wealth by supplying the Citadel with the natural resources and food they can't mine or grow. Unbeknownst to them they've been slowly lining our pockets. And the Vorcha and the Batarians want in on our empire. Their worlds were devastated after the Reaper Wars. They're moving their homeworld into Krogan empire territory with the help of the Geth. Their families and people as a whole are following as we speak. It's still in negotiations with Quarians and Geth, but I'm confident they'll become a part of the empire. As it is the Vorcha have been patrolling with the Geth and the Batarians have been supplying us with human females and all they ask is food and resources for effective trade. Besides, the Krogan have worked closely with the Vorcha and the Batarians. Their sick and tired of being gun fodder the Citadel's battles and their loyal to whomever is decent to them. The Citadel has no muscle except for the humans, the Turians and the Asari. They won't last long. They would have no hope of fending us off in their current condition. They have no food, no resources, no money. This would be the time to strike!"
Nova was trembling now, with anger and disbelief. Who was this man?! This was not Urdnot Wrex! Her tears had dried long ago and a hard look filled her eyes and she said barely above a whisper, "And with the mass relays out no one would know what was happening out here until it was too late!"
Wrex smirked, "Yes my Khahana."
Nova screamed, "Don't you ever fucking call me that!"
Nova tried to run past Wrex who grabbed her arm. "Where the hell are you going?!"
Nova fought him back and tried to tear her arm from his grasp. She had to get out of here; she couldn't be an accomplice to this! "Let me go! I'm getting the fuck out of here and off this planet!"
Nova ripped her arm from Wrex's grasp and ran into the bedroom from the balcony. Wrex chased after her and when she was in the middle of the bedroom he yelled, "You're pregnant with two Krogan hybrids! There is nowhere you can go to have to babies safely. You have to stay!"
Nova stopped walking and turned to stare at Wrex. She shook her head as if she were trying to shake this nightmare from head. The Ex Commander knew Wrex was right! "Who are you?! You're not the same Krogan I met all those years ago!"
Wrex stormed up to her, towering over her. "No I'm not! The Krogan you once knew died with the females on old Tuchanka. I tried to play by the Citadel's rules and do the honorable thing and look where it got me! I won't lead my people like lambs to slaughter anymore! The gloves are off and anything goes now! The only part that remains unchanged are my feelings for you. That's all."
"This is murder!"
"No. It's Justifiable fucking Homicide! I have a right to kill to protect my people and my children. I will do anything to protect them. I'll do anything to defend my people and make those who victimized us pay! And if the galaxy wants to try and stop me, let them try! It's about time their reminded of the sting legions of Krogans can do!"
He then grabbed Nova's shoulder and shook her lightly, "Don't pretend like you don't know. It's the whole reason why you aborted your first pregnancy. You know the second they find out about our younglings they'll come. They'll come for them. The Salarians, the Humans, and every idiot afraid of change. It's inevitable! The only question is are you willing to do whatever it takes for them?"
Nova was caught off guard; she hadn't expected him to ask her that. She was so certain she was right about Wrex being wrong. He was wrong!...wasn't he? "Don't you try and turn this around on me! This is wrong; plain and simple!"
"Really? Why? Because it's against the law? Because society tells you it's wrong when everyday their government does the exact same thing behind the scenes to maintain order?"
"What the hell are you going on about?!"
"I've had the opportunity to live as a merc and hell, I've spent more time in my life on the wrong side of the law than the right one. To honest, the only time I've ever operated on the right side is when I was teamed up with you. And do you know what I learned?"
"What?"
"That's its all the same thing! The Citadel government you obey is no better than the criminals they hunt!"
Nova pointed her finger in Wrex's face, "That's a fucking lie!"
"Is it Nova?! What happened when the Citadel was threatened? The Illusive man, the mercenaries, the pirates, the bases, anyone that was ever in the Citadel's way, they gave you full clearance to kill! Breaking the law or not, the Citadel would still go on even if all those elements were still in place. So why?! Power Nova! It's all about power and not wanting to share it. What's the difference between the Citadel plotting to bring others to their knees while they ride their power trip and me plotting to bring them to theirs? They used you constantly to do their dirty work, to knock out their competition. To kill those that opposed them and called it the law. So why is it wrong for me to do same? Why is it wrong for me to kill for power or vengeance when your beloved Citadel can?!"
She hadn't thought about it that way. She never thought about the government she served and pledged her life to causing so much pain. She never once thought about anything she did in service of the Alliance or the Citadel as a Spectre to be wrong. It was right because the Citadel allowed it. They were the law! It was okay to kill to maintain order wasn't it?! Or was it more about power and less about order?
Nova felt sick all of sudden and ran back to the balcony. She just managed to reach the edge before she leaned over and emptied the contents of her stomach over the side. She was grateful that the streets below were vacant and most if not all Krogans were in their Redoubts by now.
The action had caused her eyes to water slightly through reflex. A heavy hand fell on her armored back and began moving in comforting circles. Immediately she knew it was Wrex and she closed her eyes, allowing his touch to soothe her. Such a violent reaction. It was unexpected by them both. The thought that she was killer like he was. A contract killer for the law was just too much for her. Nova opened her eyes and she took a deep breath again before she stood upright again.
Wrex's hand was still on her back and he asked softly, "Are you alright?"
Nova nodded quietly, not ready to discuss the comparison Wrex had just made. She wouldn't accept the fact that her whole life was a lie. She's wouldn't. She couldn't. She tried to think about other things that still plagued her, "The Justicar, Samara. She's missing. Did you kill her too?"
Wrex sighed and rubbed the back of his neck, "Unfortunately Samara is dead, but it was actually a complete accident. A wrong place at the wrong time kind of thing. It couldn't be helped. And I didn't kill her at all. Jack did."
Nova gasped, "What?! Why?!"
Wrex shook his head, "Another day Nova. Just know that the Citadel is chasing ghosts. I need to know you're okay with all of this. With Legion and everything."
Nova turned around, "Well I can't say I'm okay with it! But Legion hardly has what you could call an army but I still worry. I mean there's so much going on, but this new found power with the Reaper codes. Their stronger, smarter, faster and now no beacons?! What were you thinking?! Why the Geth?!"
"Well I first got the idea when I was traveling to the Quarians after first leaving old Tuchanka. The Geth would know the outer territories better than anyone. They could go places no organic could. And they're the ones that helped the Krogan, the Batarian and Vorcha find new homeworlds. They had knowledge of resources that not even the Quarians did. But initially I got the idea to ask them for help because I needed an army. And I needed the Quarians to help with researching the fake cure. So in the month it took me to reach Rannoch, I did something that no Krogan ever does."
"What's that?"
"Read Shepard. I read everything I could get my hands on in the month it took to reach the Quarians. I read books upon books about the Citadel, the making of governments in general. I read about the financial system and Citadel law. Even read the few books that existed on Krogans. Most of it was bullshit, word of mouth nonsense that became fact through repetition. But some facts were the truth."
"So what part wasn't bullshit and what the hell does that have to do with the Geth?"
"For the first time in my life I read about how the world saw my people. How we were dangerous, lowly animals with no regard for life of any kind. How we thought with our cocks and not our heads. And in some ways, they were right Nova. Very right. So I thought to myself, if my people were going to die off, we would die champions and leaders. Not a broken, fallen people at the end of their existence. I needed allies because that's what every great empire needs. The Quarians were obvious candidates because we needed techs but the Geth Shepard! The Geth! A constant ally! An army and workforce that you never eat or sleep. They wouldn't have to find a way to rest in battle or survive off meager rations. They can multiply and rebuild at a whim. They'll never grow old and never die. That is true power Shepard."
"But do you realize how that sounds. When I signed that treaty it was to reign in the Geth and help both sides."
"Come on Nova. For the most part, every single time we encountered Geth we were in their territory. So they fought when we invaded. The Geth can produce thousands and thousands of Geth anytime they choose. If they wanted the universe Nova, they have taken it by now. But they haven't because it's not in their nature or their plan. So I rest easy about having them as allies and so should you. The real question is why you don't think their numbers are an army."
"Well because there is only 20,000 Geth."
Wrex blinked at her and then it caught up with him, "You need to be careful when you talk to Legion. If you give him an exact question he'll give you an exact answer being a machine and all. 20,000 Geth are on New Tuchanka. But on the new Geth homeworld they are 600,000 strong."
Nova practically jumped out backward. Wrex had been so careful and plotted so meticulously. The universe was conquered and they didn't even know it yet. Was she dreaming? Was this real?
Wrex continued, "And that's just the beginning. Once the Vorcha and the Batarians up their numbers we'll have an even stronger army. And I do realize what our undoing was Nova. Overpopulation which led to the extinction of animals and stripping of natural resources. Now that we have a chance to do it over Nova, none of that will happen. Once we start to figure out the birth rate of Krogan hybrids I'll order a strict number of babies that need to be born for repopulation and afterwards birth regulations. I promise."
Nova looked at Wrex like he was nuts, "Do you really think overpopulation is my concern right now? You're pretty much plotting to take over the galaxy and you want me along for the ride and you think I'm concerned about overpopulation?! I'm begging you to reconsider this Wrex. I'll admit that there may be some truth to what you said about me and Citadel. Well all of it! Yes it's true. I can admit now. But…..my whole life has been devoted to right thing. I can't see two wrongs making a right."
Wrex looked at her quietly and stared into her face, "Nova, can you say this do-gooder attitude has gotten you anywhere? I mean it's benefited the galaxy, but how has it benefited YOU?"
Nova got angry, "I've saved lives!"
"I didn't ask you that! I said how has it benefited you? Look at you! After all your years of service, you died for the Alliance and the galaxy and you were brought back to life for fucks sake, you saved the universe three times, everyone in the galaxy owes you their life and what did you get but a one bedroom house with no rent attached! That's joke Nova! Do you think that's fair?!"
No it wasn't fair, she never thought so. But doing for others was more rewarding than receiving. At least that's what she thought at first. She knew they could have done better for her. But it was what it was. "Of course it's not fair. But that's what I signed on for. Giving your life up to the core is a thankless job. Its not secret that I didn't get much. But that's how it always is. The most impoverished join the core and die before any of those rich burecrats who enjoy their freedom because we fight for it. Its just the way of things."
"But that's my point Nova. It doesn't have to be that way! Bureaucrats don't win wars, soldiers do. And there is no better ruler than a soldier. We know the hell of the trenches and understand how the decisions the ruling classes make affect us all. We could be great together Nova! You and me!"
"You keep saying that but I don't know if I can! I mean you raise some very valid points but to turn my back on everything I believe is a lot to ask!"
She suddenly got quiet and turned back to balcony, gripping the banister with a pained expression on her face.
Wrex came beside her and looked over the city scene. Directly below the metal streets were lit up by street lamps and a few Krogans walked about. Nova and Wrex were far too high to be seen by the Krogans since they were on the 20th floor, but the pair were perfect height to see everything else. He gripped the banister also and moved the eyes from the streets and to Nova's face.
Out of the blue he said, "I'm worried for you. I need you here so I can help you. And I need you to be straight with me and I'll be straight with you. Total disclosure. Deal?"
Nova swallowed hard and nodded, "I wouldn't have it any other way."
"K. So let's get it out of the way. I saw the pills Nova. The prescriptions and shit. I mean what the hell was going on."
Nova gripped the banister harder and cursed inside. She had hoped Wrex hadn't seen them but then again it was impossible he didn't. When he came to capture her, he searched her house for her weapons. Of course he saw.
She looked at Wrex with sadness in her soft grey eyes, "What's there to say?! I was sick okay. I mean you know how crazy my mother was. I always made a vow to never be like her. Never hurt my kids. And I killed my babies! It was so hard Wrex. I was all twisted up side. Like I was dying. Like I couldn't breathe. I started to feel like I was better off dead. Like I couldn't move on. I was so depressed I could barely get out of bed in the morning. My superiors were worried I couldn't make sound decisions and they were right! I was no good to anyone."
"Why didn't you let the military help?! You didn't have to resign!"
Nova released the banister and turned on him; her soft sad glare began to harden, "Of course I did! I had no choice but to resign! What was I supposed to do?! Tell them I'm clinically depressed because I aborted my babies that the Alliance has no record ever existed. Mordin did the procedure right there. No paperwork, no nothing. Not even a record of pregnancy. They'd think I was nut job! Or maybe I should have told them I had a Krogan baby so they could really think I'm a lunatic! No I did the right thing. I left."
"You could have told them it was PTSD."
Nova crossed her arms and looked away, "That's what they thought. Because of the whole Krogan thing and Reaper Wars. They finally thought it took its toll on me. In reality they were only half right. The Reaper Wars were a constant pressure but the whole thing with you really tore me up. That along with the babies was just too much for me. I had nightmares constantly, I barely slept or ate, I lost weight and I would lose these huge spans of time. Just sit down, lost in thought and when I'd come to I'd think minutes had passed and it had been hours. I would find out that people would bang on door to the Captain's quarters and I never heard a thing. Sometimes I would look up to see Treynor standing over me and I didn't remember her walking in. I was like…trapped in my own head."
"Why didn't you just go to hearing?"
Nova closed her eyes and shed some tears before she looked over to him, "Have you ever been one of those hearings? I have been to more than I care to remember. Even had to testify in a few. It's like a trial. All of it to deem you unfit. I couldn't sit in a room full of the people that admired me and respected me the most and tell them I was losing it. That the strong valiant soldier they once knew wasn't there. And what's more, in the state I was in, I couldn't undergo that kind of scrutiny and keep you, me and the babies a secret. I didn't trust myself. So I just resigned. And everyone knows that once you're diagnosed with a mental disorder in the military your career is done anyhow. I wouldn't allow them to drag me through the mud like that. I worked too hard and far too long to leave with that kind of stain on my record."
Wrex nodded and he took a step closer to her, "Well you had to see a doctor of some kind. The pills and all."
Nova nodded, "Yes. After I left the military downgraded my biotics and gave me doctor to see. He never really got much out of me but he did give me sleeping pills and anti depressants to get me through. We talked a lot about my mom and stuff which really helped. I stopped seeing him a year before you came and things started to get back to normal. And then you came back into my life, stirring it up again."
Wrex didn't know what to think, "Are you going to be okay? I mean do you need help now?"
Nova shook her head, "No I don't need help now and yes I'll be fine. I just…..get shit luck that's all. Everything goes wrong for me more than right you know?"
Wrex nodded and looked at her quietly. Nova was rubbing her armored gauntlets like she was chilly, but it was obvious she couldn't have been due to the temperature. Wrex closed the distance between them and pulled her in close, squeezing her as hard as he could without hurting her.
"I'm sorry.", he whispered in her ear.
Nova returned the embrace and whispered back, "You've nothing to be sorry for. You'd have been there if I had let you."
"Still. I'm sorry, just the same. But I promise you my sweet Nova you'll never go through anything like this alone ever again. You have my word as your mate for life. But I need to know something Nova."
"What?"
"That you're with me on this. You can't be half a Khahana. You have to support me and believe in me. For yourself, for our children and all others that will carry Krogan offspring. And I won't lie to you. People will die. A lot of them as all people die in times of great change, uprisings and war. I need to know you're with me. And I'll hold off on any invasion. Things have changed. We'll use the time and the diversion to get more human females and procreate."
He pulled away slightly and he gazed down at her face, "Fuck the Citadel Nova. You're done more than your fair share. Do what you know is right for you."
She swallowed hard, "And if I refuse?"
Wrex sighed, "Then after the babies are born I'll let you go. Of course they have to remain here for their own safety. And if you prefer to remain here, I'll set you up with a nice place on New Tuchanka. You'll be far from me and away from the decision making."
Nova mulled it over and stated then stated the obvious. "You want me to agree to all this. But I can't help but feel like human women will be resentful. We're talking about human women on a massive scale. Possibly civilians. It wrong to force them into this."
"What do you want me to tell you Nova? I can't lie to you! It won't be easy on them. I know that and I'm not blind to it. But you are always talking about the greater good and this is it. Right here, right now. The hybrids of New Tuchanka will bring a new era into Citadel history. Their mothers will remember the pain but their children won't. And the remembrance of their mother's plight will dissipate and lessen with every generation until none of it remains. Their children will bring a new age and they will grow up protected and strong while the rest of the galaxy shrivels. Their mothers will see this and be thankful even at the expense of their own bodies. Their children will grow up loving New Tuchanka and it will be in their blood. Being a Krogan will be their birthright…..But I need your help. Are you with me?"
Her whole life she has done nothing but the right thing. She gave her own blood and actually died to save the galaxy. The Lazarus project was proof of that. But could she let that go? Could she do whatever it took to protect her children?
It would take a legion….no an army…no an empire to protect them. And the Citadel left her to rot and never even gave her the luxury or decency of the real truth of the Krogan plight. All the impulses she had to settle any disagreement with violence she had forced deep down inside. Could she be a woman for herself, her family and her new people vs. that the Alliance had trained her and asked her to be? "Yes. ", she whispered back to Wrex, who reached down to scooped her up in muscular Krogan arms and carry her to bed.
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