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One of a Kind	By : Hiiroshoken Category: +M through R > Mass Effect Views: 18165 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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   A/N: Thanks once again for all of your support, everyone! ^^ This chapter was written out mostly before the release of ME3/demo so forgive the inaccuracies of the female Krogan. Personally I feel like Bioware kinda gipped us on the design of them anyway. Cheaters. Covering them from head to toe. I will be posting illustrations of the females eventually. I hope that you enjoy the chapter. I do plan on adding the reapers in here eventually, however this will not follow most of the events of ME3. I may touch on some here and there but for the most part this will be very AU. How many think I should make Garrus an actual love interest in this? I am tempted to make it one sided and stick to just Wrex and Grunt as the main parts of the triangle. Opinions? And OMFG ME3 is finally out!! –GLEE- Guess who isn’t doing anything else for the next month! 8D -Chrome

“Warm, dark places with low sound” was the rueful, longing thought that chimed in the back of Shepard’s mind as she tucked into a roll in order to avoid the blast that narrowly missed her and destroyed an impressive area of landscape in her place. The concussion of wind and heat was thankfully dampened by her armors kinetic barriers that glowed unhappily at the prospect of being put to use. Again. The thoroughly pissed off woman was on her feet again in the space of a heartbeat, dual pistols firing in the direction of her attacker. Said attacker was a large, brown-crested asshole of a Krogan sporting clan leader armor and wielding a heavy rocket launcher along with his six cronies. She was really beginning to hate this planet. Her abdomen protested each and every motion and she had a headache that was absolutely killing her. And yet, here she was, running through the rubble strewn sewer of a base that Clan Rautoch called home, dodging projectiles and wading through piss water. She was going to murder Urdnot Wrex when she finished here.
    Apparently Clan Rautoch had stumbled across an emissary of clan Urdnot’s females along with three women stranded out in the wastes when their vehicle had broken down. They of course took advantage of the situation and murdered the guards and captured the females. One lone guard had survived his wounds and dragged his beaten and bleeding body to the Urdnot base to warn the clan. Wrex had acted immediately, grabbing his own weapons and mobilizing an impressive number of Urdnot members. Shepard of course, was asked to come along. And how could she refuse a chance to see an actual female Krogan? Shepard very quickly determined that her curiosity was out to get her killed.
    The human leapt over a thick boulder and kicked a startled Rautoch in the chest with both feet, slamming him onto his back before unloading a few rounds into his skull. Her body hummed with the thrill of the fight, the sound of gunfire despite the pain. In fact, the pain was a good motivator for her violence. She’d lost track of Grunt when the clans converged upon one another, the young tankbreed barreling into the heart of the fight with gusto. Shepard had decided to hunt down the source while the others distracted the main horde. That may not have been her smartest decision ever. Her radar warned her of an enemy to her right and she let go of her right pistol, hand bursting with biotic energy and in the space of a heartbeat fired off a violent surge of violet power that knocked back the Krogan that had taken aim at her. She dropped to her knees and snatched the falling gun before it hit the ground and fired what was left of the clip into him. The hum of her shields and a flare of orange was the only warning that she had before she found herself hurtling to the side. With a cry of surprise she collided with a half standing wall, once again grateful for her thick armor. Of course this did nothing for her headache.
    A violent snarl left her and she roughly forced herself up from the ground to glare back at the Krogan Clan leader that had slammed into her like a mac truck. She winced when a sharp pain erupted in her chest after a deep inhale. Great, the asshole had broken a few ribs.
   “Oh, I am going to KILL you!” She yelled out as a sadistic laugh left her cracked lips, blood trickling down her chin. She half hopped two steps before letting go of the chains on her biotic powers. It encased her streamline form in concentrated energy and lit up the room with that almost electric purple glow. Time slowed, her body contorted, slipping through the particles of the air, the stone in her way, even the rocket that sped happily toward where she had been standing previously. She could see him, the way his yellow eyes widened in surprise and anger, his teeth grinding together and vainly trying to ready his weapon. But it was far too late for that and she was on him. Her power erupted against his armored form in an explosion of violence so profound that the other three near him were cast aside like a child’s dolls. It took several moments for the world to right itself, for the sound of Shepard’s gunfire to register in the ears of those that had fallen and in the slowly fading light of energy that still crawled over every inch of her, she looked every bit the bringer of death.
    Grim faced and determined the small woman hooked a hand under the ridge that marked the bottom of the clan leader’s crest. He blearily looked up at her and let out a grunt of agony. She’d shot him multiple times after landing her attack and orange fluid seeped from his wounds. With a strength that didn’t seem at all possible, she dragged the injured male through the corridor, boots clacking against the stone in a steady, purposeful stride. The battle was still raging when she emerged with her prey into the main chamber. Wrex noticed her immediately and lumbered over, firing his shotgun off to decorate a nearby wall with the insides of an idiot trying to charge him without slowing.
“Shepard! You shouldn’t have, how thoughtful of you,” He called as she dropped the Krogan she was manhandling at his feet.
“Like it? I thought it would look great next to Uvenk and Guld in the trophy room, don’t you think?” She asked, dark smirk lighting her features. The Rautoch leader groaned in agony, barely conscious from the look of him. Wrex chuckled lightly and abruptly curb stomped the defenseless Krogan on the neck, twisting his head into an odd angle with a sick crunch. The rest of clan Rautoch had either fallen or surrendered. Wrex had been considerate enough to order his men to not kill the defeated. They were, after all, just following the orders of an idiot, in his words. Most of them hadn’t even known that the females had been abducted. Her eyes flitted over the battlefield, instinctively seeking out Grunt among the dying chaos. Wrex said nothing, despite the smug smirk that tugged at his mouth.
“Found em!”
   Speak of the devil. Shepard turned toward the direction of Grunt’s happy exclamation, only to have the grin on her lips wither. Grunt strode toward them beaming like he had just won a medal, two smaller forms moving behind him, and another cradled in his arms. In. His. Arms. A vein in Shepard’s forehead pulsed angrily. She could not explain it, but for some unfathomable reason, seeing him carry ANYONE, let alone a female had that primal rage in an uproar that dwarfed anything she had felt before. She swallowed hard, doing her best to keep from just shooting the people they had come to save in her anger.
“Wrex! You came for us!” The thing in Grunt’s arms gushed, her voice rough, yet definitely female. It was a velvety tone that seemed to be lined with barbed wire; fitting for a Krogan. She was not what Shepard had expected in the least. Much smaller than the males she had seen, the Krogan women were much more streamline, with sleek plates covering the backs of their humanoid limbs and spines. Their garments were fairly non-existent, revealing their cream and green hued skin that, like the males, were made up of small, smooth scales. They bore no humps, and their crests were surprisingly more elaborate and if Shepard were to compare them to anything, it would be to un-winged, anthropomorphic dragons from Earth myths. As they came closer, Shepard was able to make out the complex ridges that formed into a trio of horns ; the two outer horns standing several inches longer that the center. Where hair would normally have formed on a human, instead were the trademark disjointed plates that rolled down her neck and spine. The one that Grunt held bore a much more impressive…well…rack than the other two, the bright blue crest stunning against her pale yellow scales and black and blue tinted plates. She looked important, her body covered in strange blue and white paint and loaded with heavy looking necklaces.
Shepard hated her immediately. Grunt sat her down more gently than Shepard had EVER seen the young Krogan treat anything, and had to hold back the growl in her throat that threatened to crawl its way out of her mouth when the female stroked his face almost affectionately. She had large hips, the human noticed, and her tail seemed much longer than the males. Her chest was covered with a bright blue cloth wrap that was secured behind her neck and concealed the large breasts she was sporting. They certainly didn’t help Shepard’s self-esteem any.
“Of course, you’d never stop nagging if I didn’t,” Wrex replied with a snort, crouching down to her level from where she sat atop a flat rock. One of her reptilian legs had been injured, most likely during the capture. The female backhanded the Warlord lightly (Well, Krogan lightly) on the arm, doing her best to look offended despite her obvious relief and amusement. Her bright green eyes flicked over to the dead clan leader and satisfaction crossed her features that were much more narrow and short than the males. Shepard had to grudgingly admit that the female was beautiful. All three of them were. She still didn’t like them. Especially since the other two had chosen to stand obnoxiously close to Grunt. They seemed like giant high school girls tittering over the hot football captain. Ugh. It also didn’t help one bit that they seemed to pointedly ignore Shepard. Not at all.
“Tehra, I want you to meet Shepard, this is her handiwork. Shepard, this is Tehra, my sister and head of the females,” Wrex stated, a knowing gleam in his eyes that Shepard was beginning to hate.
“A human? Is this the Shepard that you told me about?” Tehra asked curiously, turning up her nose slightly at the prospect of being rescued by a human of all things.
“Yes, yes, that’s me, you’re welcome. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have more lives to end, Grunt,” Shepard retorted shortly, unable to stand it any longer. She motioned sharply to the tankbred that looked slightly disappointed. He waved almost cheerfully at the females that made noises of disappointment before trotting off after his stiff looking battlemaster. An amused smirk crossed the reptilian mouth of Tehra and she arched a hairless brow as she looked up at Wrex.
“ She’s bullshitting herself,” He commented with a chuckle and a shrug. It was obvious that he found it hilarious. Tehra gave him a reproachful look and shook her head.
“ I can’t blame her, he’s very…” Her statement trailed off with a growled purr that had Wrex rolling his eyes.
“I don’t need to know. Really. Thanks, but I’ll pass on any more insight into my sister’s mind,” Wrex deadpanned dryly, scrunching his nose unpleasantly. Tehra’s mirth ebbed however and she fixed Wrex with a serious look.
“That human has something very, very wrong with her. She’s putting off more aggression than one of us during our end cycle. From what I know of humans, they don’t have cycles like ours. You need to be careful because she smells like she is coming into heat soon and I don’t know if she will be able to contain her anger for much longer,” Tehra warned, green eyes full of concern. Wrex sighed softly.
“ I was aware that something was up with her. She has been…much more violent lately. I thought it was a side effect from when she was rebuilt, but I could be wrong. Some doctor friend of hers is supposed to be here any day now to check on her,” Wrex replied, seemingly uncaring. She saw through the act. Her brother was genuinely worried for the human. Her eyes lit with a sudden revelation as she turned her gaze to the small female human’s figure among the rubble as she hunted for stragglers and then back to the clan leader beside her.
“No…Wrex?” She asked, eyes wide and inquisitive. Wrex’s stare became harsh and cold.
“Drop it woman,” He snarled, bloody eyes near murderous. “ More of your guards will be here in moments. They will take you back to the camp safely.”
She watched her brother lumber off to help finish up, a tightness building in her throat and a deep sadness gathering in her knowing eyes. “Oh brother dear, what have you done to yourself?”
Her girls stood protectively to either side of her, both looking confused from the exchange, but knew better than to ask anything stupid. Tehra was very much like her brother as far as that went and neither wanted to meet the more powerful female’s horns up close.
   For what was most likely the millionth time, Grunt found himself confused by Shepard’s foul mood. Typically when they were killing things, she was in a good mood, but it seemed like each step she took, every bullet she shot, even every Krogan that she killed, she became pissier. He followed her into the bowels of the base, catching her grumbled curses every now and again and finally, sick of hearing it, the young Krogan snapped. Grunt snagged her by the shoulder armor and spun her about like a toy before shoving her none too gently against the nearest wall.
“ What in the hell is your problem Shepard?” He growled out, not noticing the wince that stole across her features when her ribs protested the action. She clawed at his arms violently, kicking her feet out to try and land a hit.
“YOU are my problem you big dumb lizard! Let me the fuck go, right now!” She screeched, the rage in her eyes different than the last time he held her like this. She was also obviously beyond any sort of restraint.
“What did I do to make you so angry!? I wasn’t even with you because you slipped off without me! I even looked for you on the battlefield!” He yelled back. His earlier annoyance and slight worry over her had returned as anger that she hadn’t waited for him to be at her back to help her.
“Oooh no, you are NOT turning this around on me! You are the one that had to go all gung ho charging into the battle with the rest of the clan instead of waiting to even see what I was doing!” She spat out in response, her anger washing through her system like a violent burn, “ And then you show up carrying miss warrior princess! ‘Oh Grunt you’re so manly~!’ Oh my god, they make me sick!”
“I am a Krogan! Charging into battle is what I do! You should be used to that by now! And the females didn’t say anything about me being manly! They were just thanking me for helping to save them!” Grunt replied, gesturing wildly with the hand he wasn’t using to hold her in place.
“Oh yeah, sure if that’s what you want to call it! You were too busy staring at their tits to pay attention anyway!” She snapped sarcastically.
“I-“ He had been about to yell something back in his rage but then his mind caught up with him. Now, Grunt tended to not think too much out of principle. Thinking too much made things more difficult than what they needed to be, after all. But for once, his brain kicked into overdrive and Shepard could practically see the gerbils powering the cogs in his head keeling over from the effort. A slow, almost wicked smile grew on his face and she inched back into the cement warily.
“What!?” She asked defensively, almost afraid of the answer as those bright blue eyes practically glittered.
“You are jealous,” He half purred and Shepard’s face paled before turning brilliant red. She squawked indignantly, renewing her efforts to free herself.
“HAH! ME!? Jealous of THEM!? I’m Commander fucking Shepard! The damn sun is jealous of ME! Why in the world would I EVER be jealous of a group of walking baby machines with scaled tits?” She half laughed hysterically and Grunt’s smile grew.
“I knew it! You are!” He exclaimed triumphantly as her cheeks darkened and her eyes widened. So this was mortification. Huh. He gripped the back of her hair so that she couldn’t move; putting enough pressure that it almost hurt, he dipped his snout to her neck, inhaling her troubled scent deeply. Oh yes, he could smell it now for sure. She was going into “alpha female mode” and every inch of him was tingling from it. She was jealous of those females because they had admired him, had touched him, and he was loving every second of it.
“S-shut up! I am not!” Freezing in his hold, she cried out. A dark rumbled left him, sending butterflies dancing through her chest and abdomen.
“I can smell it on you, Shepard. You don’t want them touching me, looking at me. Every inch of you wants to fight them, doesn’t it?” He goaded, his voice dropping a few octaves into a tone that he shouldn’t even know how to use on her. She could do little more than let out a pathetic whimper in response and a sharp heat shot straight to somewhere she wished it hadn’t. Grunt smelled the change instantly. It was like Shepard had transformed into the best smelling thing that he had ever smelled. Ever. He rubbed his nose along the small patch of skin exposed to him, enjoying the smooth texture against his mouth. He exhaled against her flesh and had it prickling against the sensation along with a soft, barely audible moan escaping her throat. That one sound froze the big male in his tracks and a visable shudder shook his form. His breathing quickened and tightness in his lower half urged him to action. He wasn’t sure what action, but who was he to ignore the demands of his body, especially if it meant Shepard making that sound again. He opened his mouth enough for his tongue to taste that curious pale skin and he felt the little human go limp in his hold, her knees giving out as she sucked in a sharp breath.
“Grunt, you need to…stop,” She whispered, unable to get her throat working. The feelings were too powerful and every part of her wanted to let him do what he wished. “Please.”
“You don’t smell like you really want that, Shepard,” He replied. The way he said her name was completely unfair on his part. Since when did he know how to tease her like this? He was Grunt for crying out loud! And no, she really didn’t want him to stop, or at least that strange hormonal side of her didn’t . But she needed space, need to stop this before something happened and she couldn’t hold back anymore. She panicked and lost in her scent and in the knowledge that he had gained, Grunt was taken completely off guard when she kicked hard with both feet at his mid-section, sending him flying back several meters. She dropped to the ground in a heap as tremors shook her small frame. Why was her body doing this to her? All of this was too new, her wounds from Wrex too fresh. Something was very wrong with her body. Why had she spent all of that time with Grunt in the past, seeing him mostly as the rambunctious, over-sized, violent kid brother and now magically her body wanted…Argh!
    She was Commander Shepard, not some hormonal slut that couldn’t control herself! She didn’t need any of that garbage and there was no way that she was going to give into whatever these weird urges were. She was above falling to her emotions. She had to be. But…the war was postponed. She had stopped the Reapers for now, hadn’t she? No. They were coming; she could feel it within her bones. Every single day brought them closer to the billions of lives that were too busy going about their business to worry about the monsters in the dark. Shepard knew that becoming attached to someone, anyone right now would end in disaster.
“One of these days, you aren’t going to be able to escape me, Shepard,” Was the throaty statement that Grunt made from where he stood towering over her slumped form. It wasn’t a threat, nor was it a teasing comment. It was stated as a fact. The burn of those intense blue eyes bore into her own with an assurance that terrified her more than any Reaper ever could.
“What do you want from me, Grunt?” She demanded, mouth becoming a firm line. He was down at her level before she could track his movement, trapping her there half beneath him as his large hands gripped the stone to either side of her. And for the life of her, she could not look away from those eyes.
“A kiss…” He rumbled lowly and her chest constricted tighter than before.
“I can’t,” She replied stubbornly. Orange hued eyes blazing, she stared him down.
“You will,” He stated confidently, as though he were calling the dirt brown.
“ Hey! You two coming? We’re shipping out!” Was the call of another Krogan. Shepard was on her feet in a blink, gun holstered on her back and relieved grin on her features. Grunt shook his head at the change.
“Race ya back~!” She exclaimed, knowing Grunt well enough that he couldn’t turn down a contest of any sort. And he didn’t disappoint, the big guy lumbering forward at a surprisingly quick gait. Shepard let out a bark of laughter in response to his growled out cry of “Bring it on, human!” and took off into a full sprint. Thankfully she was still able to side track the male. Who knew how long he would let it slide before he took charge.
After an irritatingly long farewell to the females during which Grunt played up their attentions on purpose for the sake of pissing off his battlemaster, Shepard had decided to ride with Wrex in the other truck. Grunt had of course, laughed at first and then sulked that he wasn’t able to sit with her on the way back. Instead, Shepard had sat grumbling next to Wrex who seemed perfectly content to chuckle at her misfortune. Why did it feel like she was a teenager back in the drama of the academy all over again?
“I got news from the clan. Your Salarian and pet Turian have arrived. He wants to see you as soon as we get back. He pisses and moans more than Chakwas ever did,” Wrex warned her and Shepard sighed in both relief and exasperation. Mordin was most likely going to lecture her about running off into battle with her illness. Whatever. She had never been one to sit back and let others do the fighting. The journey back did nothing to aid her ribs and abdomen and by the time they had arrived, Shepard was almost in tears. Wrex let her bury her face in the side of his torso as she sat in the fetal position, ignoring the curious looks from the others. To hell with what they thought. In too much pain to walk unassisted, the Clanleader scooped her up as though she were a small child and because he was Wrex and no other, Shepard settled into his arms with an incoherent mumble and let herself be carried. Grunt was not happy to say the least.
The tankbreed glared dangerously at them as Wrex strode past, blue eyes filled with the very same jealousy that Shepard herself had displayed earlier. Smirking at the turn of fate, Wrex hefted her closer to him, being sure to keep a clawed hand on her ass. The dark growl that answered the motion was music to his ears. Younglings were so predictable. And yet he never grew tired of tormenting them.
Mordin had already set up shop inside of the medical area, much to the dismay of the head scientist that seemed to be contemplating the best means of removing his unwanted guest.
“Shepard!” Garrus exclaimed, rushing over to meet Wrex, holding out his arms to accept her from the Krogan anxiously. The silver gray scaled Turian brushed aside a stray strand of hair from the human’s eyes, mandibles flared in worry. She blearily looked up at him and smiled slightly, easing some of his concern. “You aren’t looking so great.”
“This coming from the guy who took a rocket to the face,” She grouched. He couldn’t help the laugh the escaped him as he lowered her onto the hard table. The turian would have preferred her be in a much more…well…sanitary environment, but he couldn’t be picky. A pale and reddish hued salarian toddled over with various frightening looking devices in hand.
“Let’s take a look, shall we?” Mordin babbled pleasantly, his Omni tool flaring to life as he waved it over her body. It was of course at that moment that Grunt decided to barge in.
“What is wrong with my Battle master?” He demanded, shoving aside both Wrex and Garrus angrily. The jealous and obviously pissed off Krogan didn’t seem too pleased to have other males fussing over what he was determined to stake a claim over.
“I’m fine-“
“Look, she doesn’t need some big thick headed behemoth charging in here, so why don’t you go wait outside,” Garrus stated, pushing back at the Krogan that had invaded his space next to the Commander.
“Listen here, Turian, I have just as much right to be here with her as you! In fact more because she is MY battlemaster!” Grunt snarled, turning his heated glare upon the unimpressed sniper. Garrus scoffed at the retort.
“Yeah, well she’s also my commander and if I remember correctly, her BEST friend,” He recalled.
“Guys!-“
“She’s on MY home world so piss off!” The young Krogan roared, ready to pummel the other male.
“Both of you get out NOW!” Mordin yelled in irritation. “ Will summon you when Shepard is stable. Find somewhere else to flaunt your testosterone!”
Cowed into submission by the small scientist, the duo made their way outside, both claiming a side of the door to lean against. They glared over at one another in mild contempt before turning to stand guard over the room.
“She will be fine,” Garrus commented after a long moment, earning a soft rumble from the Krogan.
“Of course she will be. She’s Shepard,” Grunt responded, but it was clear to Garrus that the big guy was clearly very worried. It had the turian’s mandibles clacking curiously. Suddenly, he wasn’t so sure about Shepard remaining in hiding here on Tuchunka…
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