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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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You know I was online reading forums on Krogan and some people say that Krogan culture resembles Native American culture. And to be on honest I don't see the resemblance at all. I mean other than the fact that Krogans have clans and Native Americans have tribes there really isn't much else. Krogan culture more resembles the Yautja culture in Predator or the Luxans in Farscape to me. Just thought I would get that off my chest.
Wrex's story has been split into two parts. Enjoy.
Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 4: The Ballad of Urdnot Wrex Post Reaper Wars
Part 1
By
DarkLaraJade
"Catch you later Big Guy. Gonna miss yah.", Joker's voice blasted over the com.
Wrex had already said his goodbyes to everyone, but Joker still insisted on encroaching upon his last goodbye with Nova. He snarled lightly as he held Nova in his arms on the main airlock of the Normandy.
"And I'm not going to miss that one.", he growled in her ear.
His woman looked at him with distress in her face; usually she would snicker at such a comment. "What's wrong Nova?", he asked.
She then leaned her beautiful face into his armor and squeezed him tighter. "Don't despair little one. The Reapers are defeated, the battle was good and bloody and the Genophage is cured. Has there ever been a day so glorious in history?"
He then felt her body begin to wrack with sobs and he looked down at her small face buried into his chest. Wrex reached down and lifted her chin and she stood on her tippy toes to plant three large kisses on his rough Krogan cheek.
Wrex tasted Nova's salty tears as they rolled down her cheeks and onto his lips. He had seen many humans act out the gesture and he understood its meaning clearly.He wished he could kiss her back, but Krogans didn't kiss and his tongue was much too large to kiss her in the mouth. So the Krogan Leader nuzzled her face with his own in a customary Krogan gesture of affection.
"Please don't hate me Wrex. Just stay here with me. Don't go. Don't hate me!", she whispered tearfully as he nuzzled her.
Hate her? Why would he hate her? Wrex pulled away gently and Nova dropped down to her heels again, retaining her previous height. When his woman looked up at him with tears in her pretty grey eyes, pale hair fell down into her face and he brushed it away lightly.
"I don't hate you Nova. You're just being sentimental like the rest of your species. I'll be back, I promise. And you can always come to Tuchanka when you wish."
"I love you.", she whispered and he then nuzzled her face one last time before he walked out of the main airlock.
Krogans didn't have a word for love in their language and they didn't say it either. It was a sign of weakness to do so, but he knew his Nova understood his customs thus far. She would understand he loved her without him saying it.
They were grounded at the Citadel and his ship was waiting. It would take him a day or two to reach Tuchanka and his people were waiting.
After the war, the Krogan returned to their homeworld shortly after and only he remained on the Normandy to stay with Nova. Her distress was unnerving to him but nonetheless he had to leave her. He was the Leader of all Krogan before he was Urdnot Wrex. His duty was to his people before anyone else.

Wrex twirled his fingers around the medal wrapped around his neck. The Citadel Council had given it to him to thank him for his honorary valor and expressed their sorrow for the Krogan lives lost. He wore it with pride as his ship touched down. He was finally home and the ride had been peaceful. He was alone on the small transport ship the Citadel had given him to return and had time to think and reflect. The Krogan had a hard run and a hard life, but he did right by his people and he had Nova.
His Nova, he hadn't known such affection for a female in ages. He would miss the look of her, the smell of her, the feel of her. Then his thoughts drifted to what needed to be taken care of the second he arrived home. Breeding was first, then tallying the dead second. He did not want to sully this glorious day of breeding new Krogan with the death count of their fallen brethren.
When Wrex's boots touched down on Tuchanka's unforgiving sandy wastelands, he breathed a sigh of relief. Tuchanka, his home, his life. He had radioed ahead and Wreav and all the Krogan Clans were standing and waiting on the landing pad for him. The landing pad was in ruins and the pavement was cracked with the normal wear and tear of aging. It was one of the few lasting landing pads on Tuchanka.
"So you're still not dead yet, huh, brat?"
Wreav gave him a dirty look, "Dead?! You fucking wish."
Wrex walked past his brother to see all the clans including the female clans that lived separately. There were 13 male Clans including his own and 2 female clans. There had been 14 male Clans, but during the Reaper Wars the males of Clan Wreyloc were killed by Shepard and her team.
Shepard had killed them during a mission when it was discovered Clan Wreyloc was butchering females to cure the Genophage along with Mordin Solus's assistant Maelon. Wreyloc's clan leader and Maelon had used humans and even his own clansmen as guinea pigs. Eve was one of seven females that survived the procedure out of hundreds of females.
However Eve was the only fertile female to survive when Salarians got wind of the cure, captured them and tried to exterminate them. Wrex ordered that Clan Wreyloc's women and children be integrated into his own after the endeavor. A decision that did not sit well with the other clans but none had the power to change it.
He was the leader of Krogan now and in old Kroganion tongue the title was Khahan. But he had a long way to go before he commanded enough loyalty to claim the title of Overlord and command all Tuchanka's clans as one army.
Wrex walked up to Eve who was shrouded in her priestess attire, "Are your females ready to start a new age on Tuchanka?"
Eve spoke in her deep but feminine voice, "Yes, Urdnot Wrex. We are ready to fulfill our duties to our clans. Would you like to have me first?"
Wrex smirked, "You were the first on my list Eve."
He turned to face the other Clan leaders who were looking at him with envy. They wanted the accomplishment of finding a cure to be theirs but not even they couldn't deny they were happy the Genophage was lifted.
After the 13 Clan leaders grumbled a small praise to him for his leadership, there was no time to lose. The Clan leaders had their first pick of the females and then the rest of the males chose. Wrex already had chosen Eve and was taking her to his quarters.
On Tuchanka his Clan's den was a large cave full of rubble and metal debris, much like other clan dens. On top of the highest pile of stone, brick and shrapnel was an iron throne made from old rusted metal. He remembered the day when Shepard came to see him on Tuchanka when the Reaper Wars were still taking place. Back when Wreav was still Grunt and had yet to pass his blood rite.
Back when his young brood brother and Shepard fought and killed their first thresher maw. That's when he started to look at her differently. For the warrior goddess she really was. He remembered how he felt like the king of the world sitting on that iron throne, looking down at her and the team she brought with her to fight Clan Wreyloc. Gods how he missed her.
Different caverns branched off of the main cave that served as housing for Clan Urdnot, a makeshift medical station with the few supplies they had, a sparring room, and a large armory of weapons and armor both bought and pilfered.
His cave was a cavern made of harsh red rocks and it was the largest bedroom of any of his clansmen but full of equally meager furnishings. All that would change soon enough though. He was certain the Citadel would shower him and his people with wealth once they were done recuperating from the Reaper Wars in a few weeks.
He had a large iron bed suitable for two Krogan with thick black sheets that clearly needed a wash. A few chairs were scattered around and there was nowhere to put his armor and weapons. As a result his weapons lay on a large metal rusted table while various pieces of his numerous armors lie piled in a corner.
A thought occurred to him on more than a few occasions to buy a slave girl to keep the room clean and wash his bedding, but he had nowhere to keep her and she would never be safe outside his room. Females were still scarce and even in his clan's den the girl wouldn't survive unmolested.
"After you.", he said to Eve.
The large Krogan female made her way in and began to disrobe. "Are you ready Urdnot Wrex?"
Wrex nodded and began to disrobe as well. His armor dropped to the floor with a clang and he walked toward Eve, getting ready to do what Krogan bulls do best. As he had Eve he found release in not having to be mindful of his Krogan strength. He could take her as hard as he liked.
Although he was still attracted to Eve since she was his own species, he had grown accustomed to the small, tender human body Shepard had given him for a year aboard the Normandy. As a female Eve's skin was softer than his own, but nothing like the silky skin of Commander Nova Shepard. To him, nothing compared to the tightness of a human's pussy or their beauty. Eve could never be the woman he wanted. Not anymore.
He was more attracted to human females now than ever, but he did his duty to his Clan and his people that night. And he would continue to do so until he sired as many younglings from her and other females as he could.
When they were done, Eve still remained in his bed and looked as if she were making herself comfortable. He had done his duty and now needed time to adjust being away from Shepard. Wrex sat up in the bed, still wrapped naked in his sheet.
"You can leave now.", he said flatly.
Eve looked up at him with a questionable expression and had not moved her head from his pillow, "Are you not ready for another round?", she asked.
"No, I'll call for you when I'm ready for you. Maybe a few other females when it should strike me."
Eve didn't know what to think. "Well of course you'll seed other females. It's expected. But I'm the only female immune to the Genophage completely. Even with a cure, I have better chances of bearing the most younglings. Don't you want me to be yours?", Eve asked.
"Enough. I've no need to claim any females here. Now go!" Eve's hazel eyes studied his face before she settled on his own iridescent green eyes.
Her gaze then drifted away from his and to the red rocky ceiling above. "Oh so I see. So you have no need to claim any females here? So you have claimed one elsewhere."
Wrex looked at Eve stunned, but quickly recovered. "You don't know what you're saying. I'm not obligated to claim you or anyone else. I am Khahan of the Krogan, know your place female!", Wrex said sternly.
Eve didn't budge from her previous position, "So there is another. The Urdnot Wrex I've known for hundreds of years wouldn't think twice about coveting every fertile female as his own and die trying."
She then looked at Wrex again and said, "Does she know you have affection for her? Commander Shepard I mean. Don't look so shocked, I see the way you look at her."
Wrex's anger grew, "Our personal life is none of your affair." He immediately winced at his mistake, he had let his anger get the best of him and he wasn't careful with his wording.
"Oh, so now it's OUR personal life. So I take it she does know and she reciprocates your feelings."
"GET OUT FEMALE. GET OUT. I'LL CALL FOR YOU WHEN NECESSARY!"
Eve climbed out of the bed and began to dress, "No need to throw me out. I'm leaving on my own accord."
Wrex glared daggers at her back, "And you will keep silent about this."
Eve said nothing as she continued to dress and then turned around fully clothed in her priestess garb. "I'm not stupid. I will keep silent but not for you. Our clans are uniting for the first time in a millennium even though most of them loathe your new world philosophies. The last thing they need to know is that you're chasing a human female like a love sick pup rather than coveting your own females. The only thing crucial to our people's survival. No one would follow such a weak Krogan and a civil war would start all over again."
Wrex didn't know what to say, that was one of the things that irked him about Eve, she was too smart for her own good. Why couldn't she just spread her legs for the males, pop out younglings and keep her mouth shut like the rest?
But she wasn't done. "You're an old man Wrex and your life cycle is almost over. You have a potential to leave behind a great legacy. Commander Shepard has a duty to the Alliance like you have duty to the Krogan. You'll far outlive her and she can't bare you offspring. You're time with her is over and you had better make peace with that now."
Wrex wouldn't hear anymore. "As Khahan of the Krogan I demand you be silent female. You're nothing but a breeder and nothing more! Nothing short of whore with a higher purpose. So be silent and leave!"
Wrex pointed a meaty clawed finger at the door and Eve threw the veil over her face. He didn't miss the hurt in her eyes as she stormed out. Wrex sat in his bed, staring at the door for what seemed like hours after she left. The worst part was that he knew she was right about everything including Shepard. But with his pride, he would never admit it.

A week later, Wrex sat at a meeting for the entire Clan leaders while he was seated at the head of the table. Each Krogan seated closed to him according to who he valued and trusted the most. While the people he trusted the least and were most threatened by him were obviously seated furthest.
The Shaman sat to his left while the leader from Clan Drau sat to his right. He had appointed The Shaman as Personal Advisor and across from The Shaman was Clan Drau's Leader.
Clan Drau was a long lasting ally of the Urdnot clan and its clan leader Drau Sorze was a judge or "ruzad" in Kroganion tongue on Tuchanka. A ruzad kept the Krogan people up to date on their laws both old and new and instructed the Clans on laws regarding property, exile, clan rights etc. A ruzad counseled in legal matters for all Clans and had to remain impartial in all decisions like The Shaman who advised for the greater good of all the Clans.
Clan Ganar's leader sat across from the leader of Clan Quash. Clan Ganar was once led by Ganar Wrang who was exiled because he beat a female out of anger and was dishonorably discharged from his position. However Ganar had founded the Blood Pack Mercenaries and was working hard to get back into his good graces and regain his honor among his people again. For now the Ganar Clan was being run by his only son, Ganar Torque. Clan Quash was led by Quash Hurgott who was a Blood Pack commander. Wrex had close ties to the Blood Pack and as such had no trouble getting Clan Hurgott to follow him.
Clan Ravanor led by Warlord Ravanor Tusk sat across from Clan Hailot led by Hailot Wrund. Clan Ravanor ran a profitable mining operation on Turchanka while Hailot Wrund used to control the Garvug planet during the Krogan Invasions that spurred the Krogan Wars. Garvug had been a frozen planet that no other race could survive on, so it was given to the Krogan to placate their need to colonize new worlds. The Krogan adapted well and soon overpopulated. As Krogans tried to take over more worlds the Krogan wars began and the Krogan were forced off of Garvug and had to retreat back to Tuchanka. Although Wrund had once ruled a planet of his own, he surprisingly supported Wrex in his position as Khahan. Believing that Tuchanka had been divided for far too long.
Clan Forsan led by Forsan Trum was across from Clan Khel led by Khel Burrum. There was nothing unique about their clans and steadily followed whoever was in power.
Clan Nakmor was led by Nakmor Rind who was across from Clan Raik led by Raik Orge. Clan Nakmor followed suit with Forsan and Trum while Clan Raik was less thrilled about his ascension. Their clan had once been so old and great they were the source of the name Aralakh for the Aralakh system in which Tuchanka resides. Aralakh's meaning in Krogan was literally Tuchanka's star. However when the genophage was initiated their clan was more affected than any other for unknown reasons and their numbers dwindled drastically. There were barely enough Krogan in Raik to be called a clan and they wanted their glory back as a higher clan by any means necessary.
Clan Gatatog was led by Gataog Corz who sat across from Clan Jorgal led by Jorgal Drudge. Clan Gatatog was once led by Gatatog Uvenk but Uvenk hated Wreav for unexplained reasons. Supposedly "the whelp rubbed him the wrong way." He decided if Wreav didn't pass his rite he would kill him for failing and if he passed he wanted to kill him as a trophy. Uvenk was killed by Wreav and Shepard after the thresher maw blooding ritual and the Gatalog Clan hated the Urdnot ever since. Clan Jorgal had one of the longest Krogan breeding lines on Tuchanka. Even with the genophage they had bred more females than any other clan. But with the genophage era coming to a close, they no longer had cause to be held in such a high regard and their position as a prestigious clan was being threatened.
Clan Jurdon was led by Jurdon Rown and he sat across from no one. He was furthest from him and that's exactly how Wrex intended to keep it. Clan Jurdon and Clan Urdnot were long lasting age old enemies. Since anyone could remember for thousands of years their blood hatred for one another ran deep, passed down from generation to generation. Their crimes against one another ranged from assassination, theft, birth rite stealing, theft of bonded females in clan wars, property theft, rape of captured females during clan wars, etc. Wrex absolutely hated the fucker and if he could rip Rown's throat out without causing a civil war he would have done it long ago. The bastard had been bucking for him to fail since day one and he wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He would rather fight the entire Jurdon Clan blindfolded with his bare hands than admit defeat to Jurdon Rown.
Wrex had powerful allies and equally powerful foes and couldn't afford one mishap in this climate. Eve had better keep her mouth shut.
So now they had to get down to business. After a week of non-stop fucking and coupling the death toll had to be counted. Each Clan leader had appointed a small team to conduct a census among their own clans.
"So this is the first full Clan meeting in nearly a millennium.", Wrex started.
"And there's a reason for that Urdnot. Not all of us enjoy the same company.", Jurdon Rown interrupted him spitefully.
Wrex pounded a fist on the metal table loudly, "Go fuck yourself Jurdon. We all came here for the good of our Clans. If you're not interested in uniting in the interest of making the Krogan name feared again then leave. Or better yet challenge me to a Torakant so I can kill you once and for all. Legally."
Rown gave him a death stare but said nothing. Wrex looked back at him smugly and continued his meeting. A Torakant was a challenge that could be issued to any ruling Krogan for his position. However just like anyone could challenge the ruling Krogan, they could also issue the challenge to others. Wrex knew Rown was no match for him and so did Rown himself. All bark and no bite, he was just a bitch in a Krogan's skin.
Wrex clicked on his omnipad, "Now as I was saying, it's very important that we know where our numbers stand. You were all instructed to take a census of the living and tally the dead. You've all sent your numbers to my omnipad and they are as follows. To put things bluntly the losses are colossal. As a total our number living are 177,187 including the 52,000 females and 158,836 dead."
All the Clan leaders stopped and stared at Wrex in astonishment. "That's more than half of our warriors. How will we protect ourselves if we come under attack?", Rown asked loudly.
"More importantly the women and children.", Jorgal Drudge added. They clearly wanted to make Wrex squirm but he wouldn't take the bait.
"What do you plan to do Urdnot?", Raik Orge heckled him.
Wrex was in no mood for their games or their politics. "Listen I know a large portion of you wish I would've died in that war and you're disappointed to see me here because you don't have the strength to kill me on your own. But stop pretending like you're fucking blind! You all knew your losses were catastrophic when you tallied them so don't disgrace the memory of our soldiers by trying to turn this into a Clan bashing. It's sickening to fucking see!"
Wrex waited for them to respond and they didn't. Clearly they hadn't expected him to call them out so quickly. He didn't give a damn about their support or if they hated his ideals.
"I know you think my ideals are robbing the Krogan people of what makes us Krogan. But working with other races has made things easier on our people. It made the cure for the genophage possible and the solitary existence of isolating our clans and our people has gotten us nowhere. It has bred nothing but hatred for our people that we cannot afford to perpetuate given our circumstances and our numbers. Our warriors died bravely so there can be a universe. Let's not make that sacrifice in vain by killing each other in a civil war. Now, we will do what we can if attacked as always and increase security details with the soldiers we have. The other planets are not in a position to attack us anyway since their losses are no better than our own. Furthermore as our allies, they have no reason. Our main focus is breeding right now. How are your females coming along?"
The Clan leaders simultaneously nodded and stated it was going well but refused to look at one another. The Shaman intervened immediately and stood up quickly, his eyes roaming over the Krogan leaders, "That's bullshit and you all know it. The old bulls are too proud to admit it, not realizing we all have the same problem."
Wrex turned to look up at The Shaman, "What do you mean?"
"I mean I've been speaking with Doctor Droyas often and not one of those females show any signs of pregnancy. Not even Eve. I've always supported you but even I have to admit its worrisome Khahan."
"Not one?", Wrex asked.
"Not one Khahan.", The Shaman answered.
Wrex looked at The Shaman and all the Krogan seated around him. He was always skeptical of the Salarians and their cure but it had only been a week. He had to tell them something before they started jumping to conclusions. The Salarians would pay if they fooled them and he would make the Citadel answer for their lies.
"I'll speak to Doctor Droyas personally. But let's remember our women have been unfertile for over a millennium. Common sense dictates we all should wait longer than a week for the affects to wear off."
The other Krogans agreed to this and the meeting was dismissed. Everyone was too afraid to say what they were really thinking. That there was no cure and nothing had changed. Wrex couldn't afford such a mistake in this climate; even his allies would uproot him. And even worse, half his people would have died for nothing. And the poor females. During the Genophage, some of them committed suicide because they couldn't bear children and felt like they had no purpose in life. They had to wait, there had to be a cure. There just had to be. Shepard never would have given him anything but a cure. His trust in her was absolute.

Two weeks later Wrex sat on his iron throne surrounded by his guards on Tuchanka. Eve was standing the bottom of his throne still dressed in her priestess attire. Then a few Urdnot warriors walked in with a woman behind them. A human woman.
"Shepard!", he stood as he spoke.
He hurriedly made his way down the high pile of rubble and metal that served as a makeshift pedestal to greet her. A lightly tanned woman with grey eyes and platinum blonde hair to her shoulders made his eyes light up inwardly.
He had to be careful to not allow his emotions to betray him. Undoubtedly his people would see him as weak if they knew the affection he had for her. She wore a tight black tank top and her large breasts were easily visible. Tight brown shorts that nearly rode up her ass showed off one of her best assets and her military boots completed the outfit.
"Clan leader Urdnot Wrex, I think you said I was welcome anytime."
"It's Khahan now and yes I did. So welcome. But you could have called ahead so I could have prepared for your arrival."
"I wanted it to be a surprise! I don't need anything fancy, you know me. And what is a Khahan?"
"I'll explain momentarily. We should retire to my quarters; we have a lot catch up on."
Shepard smiled, "Lead the way, Khahan. Whatever that means."
"It's a title of respect woman."
"I'll be the judge of that.", she said as she crossed her arms.
Wrex was going to make her pay for that. He started to lead her toward the caverns that housed his quarters when Shepard stopped in front of Eve.
"Eve, how are you?" Eve gave her a knowing look.
"I am well Commander. Nice of you to visit. How is the crew on the Normandy?"
Nova smiled, "Everyone is doing well. Are you expecting yet?"
"Not yet. Urdnot Wrex is trying though."
Eve then looked behind Shepard and at Wrex who was glaring at her, "You should go. The Khahan is getting….impatient.", she said callously.
When Shepard arrived in his room, she had her back to him as she observed his quarters. "Wrex, I'm so sorry I haven't called, I-"
She didn't have time to finish as Wrex grabbed her from behind and threw her on the bed.
She caressed his face lovingly and said, "I love you."
He leaned down to nuzzle her face and reached down to pull her tank top over her head and then suddenly he woke up.
Wrex stared into the darkness of his bedroom as he tried to make sense of it all. He had been dreaming and he had the erection to prove it. He should have known; Nova would never come to Tuchanka without her breasts bound down in medical tape and looking so sexy. Too much of a distraction she would say. Wrex rubbed his eyes with his clawed fingers. Why? Why hadn't she called? It had nearly been a month! He hadn't expected her to call right away, but it had been so long since he heard her soft voice and looked upon her lovely face. He missed her terribly and he was lonely without her.
She looked genuinely agonized by their separation and part of him expected her to contact his ship as soon as he left the Citadel but she hadn't. He even began to openly question the matter. Every few days or so, he started asking his guards on communications detail if there was any word from the Citadel and the answer was always no. He didn't understand any of it, but he wouldn't be the weak one to call first. Was she playing a game of some kind? But in all the years he knew her, he had never known her to do something like this nor was she that type of woman. Nova where you?
Wrex lie in his bed unable to sleep for an hour and finally he got up. He didn't bother to wrap a sheet around him; nudity was not a taboo on Tuchanka. He leaned his head out of his room and looked at one of his guards at his door.
"Have Eve sent to me right away.", he said loudly.
His guard bowed his head slightly, "Yes Khahan."
When Eve arrived he took her roughly and even she, a Krogan female, ten times stronger than any human female complained he was hurting her. However Nova never complained about his roughness since he handled her carefully. He hadn't even noticed he had been rough and he didn't know why he was being so careless with Eve.
When they finished, she began to dress. Wrex was lonely and Eve had been right. It was time he learned how to live without Nova. That part of his life was over. Maybe it was better she hadn't called.
"Eve you can stay.", he said softly.
Eve continued to dress. "Did you hear what I said?", Wrex asked forcibly.
Eve had her back to him the whole time as if she didn't want to look at him, "I heard you and I decline Khahan. I'll not sleep in this bed out of pity."
Wrex bared his sharp teeth at her, why was she being so difficult? He didn't understand women. "First you're mad because I won't offer you a place in my bed, now you're angry because I do. What is wrong with you female? Have you gone mad?"
Eve turned around in her beige priestess attire with her veil on and spat angrily, "No I haven't Khahan. It's you who've gone mad if you think I'll agree to be your female after how you treated me. How you've spoken to me. I wanted you to offer me a place as your female out of respect for me and pride for your Clan and your people. Not because you're desperate to lie with a female you can't have."
"That has nothing to do with it!"
"To hell it doesn't! I'm no fool! I'll come to you when you call for the good our people and nothing more. Those women out there might fight in the dens to be the female of Urdnot Wrex, the great Khahan who united the Krogan after a millennium, but I know better. I feel sorry for any woman you take because she'll never have your heart or be the woman you want her to be. I'll not subject myself to such a thing willingly. Never!"
Wrex was about to tell her he could command her if he so chose, when a sudden cough overtook Eve. It was a hefty cough from deep in her lungs. Wrex looked her with concern; Krogan's immune systems were stronger than any other race and as such they didn't get sick.
"Are you alright?"
"I'm fine! You ride me like I'm a rabid Varren and all of sudden you're concerned for my health? A cough is a cough. I'm taking my leave now.", she responded disdainfully.
"No, you'll stay. It is my command!"
Eve stared at him hatefully over her veil for a few moments but nonetheless pulled the sheets up and slipped in next to him.
"I'll never forgive you for this.", she whispered.
Wrex dismissed her words, the Krogan leader had enough to worry about and Eve's whining was the least of his concerns. He just wanted her to shut up so he could sleep. Wrex rested his head on his pillow and looked over at Eve in the dim light of the room. She was staring up at the ceiling in a dead silence with only her heaving chest as an indication that she was alive. So fucking melodramatic. Wrex yelled, "Lights out" and everything went dark.
As he closed his eyes, his mind drifted to his thoughts as he closed his eyes. He was missing Nova, he was worried about that small cough, he was angry Eve dared deny him, their population was cut in half because of the war, other clan leaders were trying to put him in an early grave and he was worried about this so called cure with not one pregnant female in sight. There was nothing but problems mounting with no solutions. At least he was able to rest now that he had someone to warm his bed. Then he began to drift into a troubled fitful sleep.
BANG, BANG, BANG. Wrex sat up quickly with a start and grabbed his pulse rifle next to his bed instinctively. The room was still pitch dark since there were no windows in his cave. He then realized the banging was someone at his door.
"Khahan! Khahan!", said muffled male voices outside his door.
"Lights on", he yelled and a dim light switched on.
Wrex threw his sheet off his body and ran to the door. It had to be urgent for Krogan to be so panicked. Wrex opened his door and came face to face with The Shaman and three guards. The look on their faces was absolute fright and The Shaman, for some reason, had blood covering his hands.
"What's wrong? Are we under attack?", Wrex screamed.
The Shaman yelled back frantically, "No, its worse. It's the females. By the hollows, their all sick! Every single one, I think trying dying!"
Wrex was stunned, "What?! Dying?! How?! Krogan don't get sick!"
"I don't know. But they're very, very ill!", The Shaman yelled back.
Wrex turned around and walked back into his cave. He needed to get dressed quickly. He pulled on tight spandex like pants which served as insulation before he pulled on his leg armor and boots.
"How many?!"
"All of them, Khahan! Hurry!"
His mind was reeling and then suddenly he remembered Eve. Wrex stopped and ran over to his bed. In his haste to open the door, he had thrown his sheet over her accidentally; completely obstructing her from view.
Wrex tore the sheet off and gasped in horror. Eve looked over at him with half lidded eyes. She was so soaked in sweat her Priestess garbs was drenched and nearly see thru. There was blood on her majestic veil and when Wrex removed it, he could see blood trickling down the side of her mouth. She must of gotten sick during the night and was too weak to call for help. Wrex didn't even hear The Shaman and the guards run in next to him. The Shaman reached down and began testing Eve's temperature with his touch.
"She's burning up! We need to get her to Med Bay immediately."
The three guards lifted Eve as gently as they could and began to carry her out of the room. Wrex tried to follow when the Shaman stopped him by putting a gentle hand on his bare chest.
"Out of my way! I have to see if she's okay!" He then tried to sidestep The Shaman who shadowed him and blocked his path.
"Trust me, she isn't. I've seen other females like her in the med bay and it only gets worse from there. There is nothing you can do."
"Move. I need to see what I can do for her!"
The Shaman yelled, "Damn it Wrex! Didn't you hear me?! I said there is nothing you can do. What you need to do is call the Citadel and get doctors, research teams, and medical supplies here as soon as possible. Do you understand?!"
"I want to see the females first.", Wrex said as he tried to side step the wise Krogan in front of him.
And once again his path was cut off and The Shaman reached out and grabbed Wrex by his shoulders and shook him hard, "For fucks sake Wrex I'm telling you, if you step inside that med bay you won't be able to walk out. I spent twenty minutes in there in sheer disbelief. Even the girl children, the female younglings are sick. And they're the worst off than their mothers. You need to secure help and then go to the females. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?!"
Wrex stared at The Shaman in disbelief. The female younglings too? What the hell was going on?
"Wrex did you hear me?"
Wrex nodded. The Shaman removed his hands from his shoulders, "Good. Your Citadel ship is still in on the landing pad and it has the best communications we have. We should use that com system to contact the Citadel."
Wrex had fully dressed in his armor and walked to his Clans den with The Shaman behind him. His den was something he had never known it to be, completely empty.
"Where is everyone?"
"Crowded near the med bay. They had been called to assist carrying the females there."
"Are they all immobile?", Wrex asked fearfully.
"…yes.", The Shaman answered quietly.
The Krogan leader and his advisor walked out of the Urdnot den which was located in a Cliffside and outside into Tuchanka's rough winds. They walked down a long steep path way on the rocky cliff and finally reached the landing pad that contained the ship.
The Shaman and Wrex opened the hatch and climbed aboard and immediately Wrex began linking to the Normandy's frequency. Wrex sat in the pilot's chair while the Shaman sat in the co-pilot's seat. He knew if anyone can help it would be Shepard and she would pull all the strings to get done what she couldn't do personally.
The voice of Communications Specialist Samantha Treynor came over the ship com system loudly, "Unknown spacecraft frequency indentify."
Wrex recognized her voice immediately. "Samantha, its Urdnot Wrex. You must remember me. Something urgent has happened and I need to speak to Commander Shepard immediately. Tell her it's extremely urgent."
Samantha was quiet for a while. "…Hold please."
A minute later a hologram of a male commander beamed in front of the two Krogan. A young man with red hair and green eyes answered wearing an officer's uniform with N7 clearly on the front. "Commander Nolan Connors of the Normandy speaking. Unknown spacecraft frequency identify yourself."
Wrex was getting annoyed, "I said I wanted to speak to Commander Shepard."
The cold officer didn't not answer his request, "And I said, I need you to identify yourself."
"I am the Leader of the Krogan and Ruler of Tuchanka, Urdnot Wrex. I was involved in the Reaper Wars and even given a medal for valor. I am calling from a ship personally given to me by the Citadel. I was on a special team with the Spectre Commander Shepard and I'll not answer to you any further. I want to speak to Commander Nova Shepard. Has she gotten a promotion of some kind? This is urgent!"
The officer remained emotionless, "I have heard of you, Urdnot Wrex and that's only reason we are continuing this conversation. However I regret to inform you Commander Shepard has resigned nearly month ago. I am her replacement. Now you had urgent news. Does it concern the Reapers?"
"Resigned?! From the Normandy?!"
"No. Resigned from the Alliance military all together."
Wrex and The Shaman were shocked. Wrex shook his head, "You're wrong! This is a joke! Nova never would have resigned, not without telling me. And the military was her life. Why would she leave?"
"I assure I'm not wrong. I can tell you I'm not fully aware of her reasons for leaving and what little I do know I'm not at liberty to discuss with you. Now you mentioned urgent news."
Wrex was still in shock and couldn't speak. He looked away; Nova had resigned after he left the Normandy? Why? Why hadn't she contacted him? What the hell was going on?
The Shaman could see Wrex was no longer in the position to speak with reason and decided to take over, "I'm The Shaman of the Krogan and advisor to Urdnot Wrex. We have urgent business that involves interplanetary relations and the health of our people. We contacted Commander Shepard because of her position in the military, Spectre status and previous experience with our people. Since she is not available, we need to speak to someone higher in your military chain. Admiral Anderson or General Hackett perhaps. They are aware of previous confidential Spectre business to which Urdnot Wrex was involved."
The new Commander looked annoyed, he clearly wanted to be included but had no choice but to pass on the message. "I'll have one of them contact you." Then the hologram vanished.
The Shaman turned to Wrex, "What the hell was that?! I have to answer for you? You made us look like fucking fools!"
"Nova resigned and didn't tell me. She still hasn't called."
"So what?! Your women are dying and all you can think about is some human you've been screwing leaving her post?", The Shaman sneered.
Wrex instantly felt bad that he had let his emotions get away from him in such a serious situation. He was very deeply worried about the Krogan females, but he just wasn't prepared for the news he received. And how did The Shaman know about Nova? Wrex looked away, "I don't know what you're talking about."
The Shaman rolled his eyes, "Please. The way you ask if anyone has tried to contact you continuously and the reaction to her resignation, you have to be sleeping with her. And to be honest, I don't blame you nor do I care. But you need to keep it together Wrex. I know there is a lot going on, but the females are our first priority."
"I'm going to inquire about her whereabouts to whomever contacts us."
"As your advisor given the gravity of the situation I advise against it since it seems to be causing you unneeded duress and distraction. But as Khahan, you have the power to do as you wish. Just remember, no matter what the answer, stay on task Wrex."
Wrex nodded quietly. After a few moments he asked, "The females. It's bad isn't it? They're condition I mean."
The Shaman swallowed audibly, "Yes. There are no words Wrex. No words. And they seem to be in a severe amount of pain."
"It's the Genophage Cure isn't it?", Wrex finally asked.
"Yes Khahan. At least that's what the Clan Leaders and I believe. It's only affecting the females. There isn't any other explanation."
Then a beeping noise went off and the screen on the com system said incoming transmission. Wrex entered the code to allow the transmission to come through and a hologram of General Hackett appeared.
"Urdnot Wrex. So sorry you had such a hard time getting me on horn. We have been very busy. I've been told you have urgent news."
"First I want to ask about Commander Shepard. I was told she resigned from the Alliance military. Is there any truth to that allegation?"
General Hackett sighed, "I'm afraid it isn't an allegation. She did resign and she will be sorely missed."
"Why?"
"Now Clan Leader Wrex, you know that's confidential and I can't give you that information. Nor can I give you her current whereabouts. Although you didn't ask, I have feeling that was the next question. If it's any consolation, I would if I could. But protocol dictates that I can't. So let's get on with this urgent business."
"Well I demand to speak to Commander Nova Shepard and Mordin Solus. Contact the Citadel if need be. As a matter of fact, I'll need you to contact the Citadel anyway. We need doctors, medical supplies, scientists, everything you can spare. Our female population is only 52,000 and a month ago a team led by Commander Shepard was deployed to save Eve and issue a cure to the Genophage which was created by the Salarian Mordin Solus. Our females have fallen ill this morning. All 52,000 of them simultaneously fell gravely ill and we think that fucking "cure" is to blame!"
General Hackett quirked an eyebrow, "What do you mean ill? How ill?"
"Deathly! They're all dying from what I've been told! And we expect a full explanation for these horrific turn of events, Hackett!"
The general's eyes widened and he couldn't hide the shock or worry on his face, "Deathly ill?! Do you really think the Genophage cure is really involved?!"
"Of course. What else could it be?! When's the last time you heard of a sick Krogan? And it's only affecting our females just like the previous Genophage. And even if it's all some odd coincidence, which I highly doubt, half my entire population died in that fucking war. You couldn't have won it without us. And it's only fair the Citadel return the favor since we put our asses on the line for everyone in this damn galaxy. So contact the Citadel and send assistance as soon as possible. Please."
General Hackett nodded and tried to calm Wrex down, "Yes of course. I'll contact them as soon we are done here. The new Human Ambassador on the Citadel Council is Ambassador Aerin Niko. I'll explain the situation to her fully and I guarantee she will contact you within the hour if not less than that. Have there been any causalities?"
"Yes there has. A few female younglings.", The Shaman interjected, knowing he was the only one with that information.
"I'm sorry to hear that. I'll make sure you get assistance."
Wrex sighed a little in relief. Now they were getting somewhere. "Thank you Hatchett."
"Your welcome. Hatchett out." Then the hologram transmission ended.
Wrex turned to The Shaman, "How long has it been do you think since we left den?"
The Shaman lay his staff against a wall next to the co-pilot's chair, in the intensity of the situation he forgot he was still gripping it all this time. "A half hour maybe. But it's all worth it to get medical help. I just wish they could speed this up. Whatever is going on is acting fast."
"When did you find out?"
"Around the same time you did. We're just at a loss for words. The women live in separate clans but Eve or some higher female would usually radio our guards with their status for safety reasons. Eve was still with you so no female checked in. Our guards didn't think anything of it, but when the males went to the females to breed this morning, they were all very sick. Some of the smaller female younglings had died. It was an epidemic. The males went to their Clan Leaders who in turn contacted me to get you. I went to the med bay first to see what they were referring to and I just couldn't believe it Wrex. I'm a Shaman and I've seen thousands of battles and four galaxy wide wars and never seen anything so….sickening. Someone has to answer for this Wrex. Do you hear?"
"Yes and believe me I fucking intend to make them."
Then another communication alert came in and after patching it through, a hologram of a middle aged brunette with brown eyes and pale skin materialized.
"I am Ambassador Niko and Citadel Councilor for the Human race. And you must be Urdnot Wrex, the Leader of the Krogan."
"You are correct Councilor. And I trust General Hackett has briefed you on the situation."
"Yes he has. First off I would like to express my condolences for the situation at hand. We are very grateful for the aid of the Krogan during the Reaper Wars. You were truly an invaluable asset. Now I know you also requested to speak to Commander Nova Shepard and Doctor Mordin Solus. I'm afraid we can't do that."
"Why not?! They're responsible for all this?"
"That's not true! And that being said, we cannot involve them in all this. They're whereabouts are confidential. And as for the accusation regarding the Genophage cure, the Salarians have assured us that what you're saying is impossible and the cure was given as promised."
"They're liars! None of our females are pregnant and they all got very sick. Even the female younglings. Some have already died. 52,000 women fall ill at the exact same time, are slowly dying at the same time and nothing has ever affected our women before but the Genophage. I know you think I'm stupid because I'm Krogan, but I assure you I'm not. And I don't believe in that many coincidences Councilor! So what do you plan on doing?", Wrex yelled.
"The council has convened and decided we can provide Tuchanka with food, medical supplies but no currency at this time. The Reaper Wars have drained our funds."
"What about doctors?! You know we have none!"
"I'm afraid we can't spare any. We have our own wounded to care for."
"What good are medical supplies without the doctors to use them?!"
"Urdnot Wrex, the Council has deemed this a Krogan issue. You could easily pay doctors to come Tuchanka."
"You know we have no money you bitch! Look at the state of Tuchanka, do you think we would live like this if we had the funds to live in better conditions? We are talking about the death of our women and female children and the extinction of the entire Krogan race! That's not something to take lightly."
The Councilor was not fazed by his profanity. She had either been called a bitch more times than she cared to remember in her lifetime or had trained herself to not react to such profane remarks. "I understand that. And I realize this is difficult for you to hear. But we can only send you food and medical supplies. We can have it sent in a week. It will take time to get a team and supplies together."
Wrex shook his head, this was all so wrong. "A week?! But they're dying now! They won't be here a week from now."
"This is the best we can do. We need time Urdnot Wrex."
Wrex visibly clenched his fist, "So half our population dies defending your sorry asses and when our women and girls are at deaths door, you tell us it's our problem. But then you offer to give us medical supplies that can't be used because we have one barely trained doctor and no scientists of any kind. You won't give us any credits to pay for doctors to come here and you offer us something useless like food which a food shortage was never the fucking problem to begin with. And then you tell us that you need a week to get here, which in that case it wouldn't matter anyway because they'll already be dead. Does that just about sum it up?!"
The Councilor swallowed hard, "Well when you put it that way that sounds a bit harsh don't you think?"
Wrex slammed his fist on the console and screamed, "That's because it is HARSH! What the hell is the matter with you people?! These are 52,000 women, female children, and female babies dying. Send a small fleet here. Their med labs have some of the most advanced technology to date. And if this has nothing to do with the cure as you claim, then it's not confined to Krogan. The entire Citadel government should be worried about an outbreak. Shouldn't you send teams here just based upon that? For YOUR own health?!"
Councilor Niko looked anxious all of sudden, "As we said, it's been deemed a Krogan issue."
That confirmed it. "You bitch. You lied to us. There was no cure was there? You fucked us. You fucked us and you killed our people! You fucking cunt! I'll kill you. Does it make you feel good to kill innocent people?! Women, Children?! Is that how you sick bastards at the Citadel get your kicks?!"
Councilor Niko looked pale and whispered, "I know you're upset and in your condition I realize you're overwhelmed so I'll overlook your threats since its clear you're distraught and you're not in the position to follow through on them. The entire Citadel Council including myself expresses our condolences for your dead. I'm sorry I can't be of anymore assistance."
Then the transmission went dead. Wrex started cursing and screaming as he tried to get the com signal back and found it wouldn't go through. "The fuckers blocked our com signal."
The Shaman was at a loss for words and they stared at each other in silence. They both knew it in their heart all along, but neither wanted to believe it. Only now did they have to accept it. Then Wrex got an idea and stood up. The Shaman asked if he had gone insane since he began tearing through the compartments and storage drawers on the small metal ship.
"No I haven't. Before I left the Normandy I recorded all the com frequencies of all the people on the team I served with. They have to answer. Most of them don't even believe in this bureaucratic bullshit. And once they find out what the Citadel has done, we'll team up again and it'll be like the old days. Here it is."
Wrex pulled out an omnipad and quickly brought it to the com system in the center console. They tried every frequency but Citadel space was now jamming all signals received from Krogan air space.
He tried Shepard numerous times and couldn't get through. He also tried Garrus more than twice. Krogan had no love for Turians since they had been the muscle behind the Krogan Wars for the Salarian. They were a Citadel Council race and had helped the Salarians secure the Genophage on Tuchanka and it was also discovered that the Turians removed a bomb from Tuchanka's core during the Reaper Wars. Apparently they had placed it there centuries ago at the end of the Krogan Wars as an extra "safety precaution". He didn't like Turians, but he liked Garrus. He was easily one of the most straightforward honorable men he knew.
It was unclear as to whether or not the others couldn't hear his distress transmission or ignored them, but only Jack answered his call.
"What the fuck Wrex? You're lucky I like you. It's the middle of the night here and I'm about to bang the hottest chick ever. ", her rough but sensual voice sounded over the com system.
"Who's that baby? A friend?", said a female voice in the distance over the com.
"Hold on, Wrex. Will you shut up?!.......I'll talk to you anyway I want!.......It's none of your business. I'm talking over here and its important…Yes, it a friend.…..What do you mean how do I know it's important?! Because he's not the type to call for bullshit fucking reasons like you!...(Jack sighed loudly) Wrex I'm going in the next room. I'm on my visor com. (Jack's footsteps could be heard.) Sorry Wrex. Women just yak, yak, yak. Can't live with 'em, can't live without 'em. Now what's wrong?", she asked.
In his relief to hear a familiar and sympathetic voice, Wrex lost control and poured the story out painfully, "I didn't have anyone else to call. Shepard resigned and I can't contact her and no else on the team is answering. Jack, it was all a lie! The Genophage cure was never a cure at all. It made all our women sick and they're dying Jack. All of them! And the fuckers on the Council know it because they're refusing to send help. You're the only who answered. I need help Jack. Please!"
Jack was quiet for a long time before she responded. "Tell me what you need and it's done. No questions asked.", she said with a low
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