An Honorary Krogan (DrMurdockKawfi and Prosak)
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				Title: <strong>An Honorary Krogan (DrMurdockKawfi and Prosak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>05-12-2013, 23:59:15</strong>
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				Shepard stepped into the C-Sec Academy, walking up to where a large Krogan was being hassled by the officers. Garrus stood behind her, accompanied by Ashley. She recognized him from the seedy bar she'd been to earlier that day, the voice and the scar across his nose. She watched the lizard's eye fall on her, tracing her as she walked up and stood waiting a respectful distance away. <br>Her dark eyes flicked up and down his form as she considered him, judging him the way an appraiser judges a valuable gem, looking for any tiny imperfections. When she had met him before, she hadn't paid him much mind, focused on her task. Now, however, she saw his every scar as badges of the battles he had survived, and she took in as much of his physique as she could under his armor. She expected a Krogan to be a good soldier, and she had never worked with one before, but Shepard wasn't going to go on reputation alone. <br><br>The officers let him go, and Wrex walked up to her. She took the moment to introduce herself. <br>"My name is Shepard," She said. "I'm going after Fist, thought you might like to come along." She folded her arms and looked at him. Shepard herself was a rather small and scrawny human, lightly armored but well known as a biotic. Her name had been circling among certain crowds every since the tragedy of Akuze. She was wearing a scuffed up set of forest brown camo armor, the black carbon suit under the plates nearly blending into her smokey dark skin. Though the other human in her squad was wearing a helmet, Shepard went without. She didn't like them in her peripheral vision. Her wiry dark brown sprung out from all sides of her head into a medium length afro. She had her own scars as well, most of them didn't really show up, save for a long one that covered the bridge of her nose and extended down each cheek. It had healed somewhat better than Wrex's own marks, but she suspected that the lack of scales made that easier. <br><br>"What do you say?" She asked, meeting his eye. She would never dare say so to a Krogan out loud, but she found them to be rather cute, with their large eyes and unique body language. She appreciated the pattern in their coloring as well. Aliens had always fascinated her, even if she did occasionally put her foot in her mouth when she tried to talk to them.<br><br>Shepard was eager to take down Fist and get all of this over with. She had been up for almost twenty four hours now, following the disastrous mission on Eden Prime. It had taken several hours to get to the citadel, and now all she did was run around and try to pry up evidence of Saren's corruption. <br>She was close though. Either Wrex would join her or not, but either way, she would get this over with very soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Honorary Krogan (DrMurdockKawfi and Prosak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Prosak</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 05:27:13</strong>
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				Wrex scoffed as the human Officer in front of him, poked his shoulder. He hated it when humans pretended to be what they would call, 'Bad Ass.' There is a difference between thinking you hold all the cards, and actually having them. And when it came to this man, he obviously THOUGHT he had all the cards. When really, he was just full of himself, and his poker face needed some work. "Stay away from Fist Wrex. This is your only warning." Wrex smiled. "Well, you should warn Fist. I am going to kill him." He said, as he stood straight. Keeping his head plate up, and ready to crush this C-sec officer's face if he did anything stupid. Wrex was big, even big for most Krogan. And his cocky attitude reflected this.&nbsp; The man seemed even more angry now then before.&nbsp; "Do you want to be arrested?" The man asked. Wrex was done with this charade. He shoved the man aside. " Ha ha... I want you to try." He said, as he walked past him. The c-sec officer and his friends, frustratingly walk away. And, soon after, a women walks up to Wrex. A women with a familiar face. "Do I know you?" He asked. And, soon she answered. The name was familiar, and she was straight forward with her goals. With what she wanted. "If that is the case, then we may share a common goal Human. My people have a saying, find the enemy of your enemy. And you will find a friend. But just keep one thing straight Shepherd." Wrex then lightly set's his hand onto her shoulder. Her small frame may seem fragile, but, he can tell she had a strong stance.&nbsp; A strong will. That she is not easily broken. He put's his face closer to her's. Looking her dead in her Dark brown eye's. "I... will... Kill Fist." He then stood back.&nbsp; Trying to suppress a laugh as he looked at the faces on her friends. "Put you two on high alert didnt I?" He joked. "Gah... Krogan." Garuss said. As he stopped letting his shoulders tense up. He was ready for Wrex to rip off Shepherds head. Ashley on the other hand, already had her gun out, and pointed at Wrex. Ready to shoot him over the slightest mistake. Wrex knew immediately, she was not too fond of aliens. Or him.&nbsp; "Put the gun away. You humans are quick to making yourself's look like a bunch of trigger happy fools." Ashley simply grimaced and slowly put her gun away. Looking around a bit to make sure no one was starring at her.&nbsp; "Let's go. We shouldn't keep Fist waiting." Wrex said. <br><br>And soon, they called a cab. Wrex was kind of comical, as he try's to fit into the cab. But, at least he found some room. Even if it was not too comfortable. And soon, they were on their way to the wards. As Wrex walked out of the cab, and onto the Terrace that lead's to Fist's bar. He stopped. Noticing the odd silence. "Kind of quiet isnt it?" Garuss asked. "That's because he is suspecting us." Wrex answered. Wrex then turned to Shepherd. "So, what do you want to do about it?" Wrex asked. Practically challenging Shepherd. He wanted to see how she can lead her troops into battle. He wanted to see what she can do. He had a feeling from the get go that she was something else. Acceptation, and far beyond normal humans. He had a feeling that if he stuck with her he would never be bored. And through that, he is ready to follow her lead. And see where she takes him. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Honorary Krogan (DrMurdockKawfi and Prosak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 05:51:52</strong>
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				Shepard smiled at that saying, and shook his hand, "I think we're going to get along just fine," She said. <br>He didn't frighten her, and she didn't even blink when he got into her face like that. Her companions may have been jumpy, but Shepard actually felt rather at home. She was astute enough to know the difference between an attack and a simple gesture. <br><br>He was out to kill Fist, and he wanted that kill, that was clear. "Understood," She said, having no qualms about it. She would let him do so, but she also expected that he would follow her command. She walked with him to get the cab, torn between being itching for battle and ready for bed. <br>She wanted to talk to Wrex, too, but now wasn't the time. They'd hopefully have time to talk after Fist was dead and they had saved the Quarian woman from Saren's thugs. <br><br>The taxi landed, and she slipped out first, leading them toward Chora's Den. <br>The signs were off, the place was closed her business. She drew a pistol, a simple little gun nothing fancy. She hardly needed to use her weapons, depending mostly on her biotics in battle. Of course, as an N7 Marine she had basic training with nearly every kind of gun. <br>"We go in and hit them hard," She said. "We need to get the Quarian before she is put into any more danger. Don't dally." <br>The door opened, then, and the fighting began. <br><br>Shepard fought like a dancer. She fought ruthlessly too, throwing men around with her biotics as if they were toys, lifting them into the air, slamming them to the wall. With Wrex and the others to cover her back, she hardly got a scratch on her. <br>They blew back into the warehouse in no time, and came face to face with a group of frightened looking human workers. <br>One of them raised a pistol, but Shepard lowered hers. <br>"Are you kidding me? I just killed fifty guards on my way in here," She said. "What do you think I'll do to you?"<br>The workers backed down, "Fist doesn't pay us enough for this," One of them grumbled as they cleared out. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prosak</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 07:54:20</strong>
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				"We go in and hit them hard," She said. "We need to get the Quarian before she is put into any more danger. Don't dally."&nbsp; As she spoke, Wrex couldn't help but smile. He was all for that plan. As the shooting start's, Wrex pull's out his shotgun. As a matter of fact, a big one. Commonly known as the Claymor shotgun. Wrex walked in, Blasting quite a few guys per shot. Without a care in the world for cover. He did not need it really, especially in this situation. They were all pansy's, rookies who were underpaid. All to frightened to hit the broad side of a barn let alone the Krogan Raging towards them. With a one two step, Wrex swung two men across the room like they were soccer ball's. And soon, they got to the only real threat. The two Krogan he argued with before. Without a second's notice. Wrex ran up and head but's the first. He fought back a bit. Both their cap's slamming into each other. Until Wrex, gripped his shoulder's, and slammed his head into the other's so hard it caved in through his cap. The other was in shock, and now turned his attention from Shepherd and Garuss to Wrex. "Die!" He yelled as he fired his assault rifle. Wrex took a couple round's to his side. As he sprinted to the Krogan. Throwing his weapon to the side and disarming the guy. Wrex then wrap's his long finger's around the Krogans neck. Choking him slowly. "I told you... I warned you not to try and stop me, but you foolish runts wouldn't listen." The Krogan fought back, punching and pounding against Wrex's back. But there was no stopping the monster of a merc. Wrex sighed, as the Krogan slumped lifeless. "Poor fool's... Last thing my race needs is two less Krogan." He said, sounding almost sorry he had to kill them.<br><br>Soon they entered the warehouse. And to Wrex's surprise, Shepherd let's the goons go. "It would have been easier if ya just blasted them. But, cant argue with your results Shepherd." Wrex step's in front of the door. Knowing on the other side lay's Fist in waiting. "Ready to give him the fright of his life Shepherd?" Wrex said, as he pulled his shot gun back out with one hand. His other checking his wound. A little blood but not much. He healed over rather quickly. But, thats the kind of thing you should expect from a Krogan.
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				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 08:19:56</strong>
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				Shepard heard him comment as the Krogan died, but she didn't think much of it. She'd heard of the genophage, of course, but she didn't really understand it, or know any of the details. She was blissfully ignorant of the whole thing. She did understand the responsibility and remorse that came with killing, however. It was something she appreciated about Wrex, he was old enough to have gotten past zealousy and had moved into a more balanced understanding of killing. Not afraid to do it, but not heartless either. <br>She was the same way, only thirty two, but an old enough soldier to know what it meant to take a life, even with her massive body count. It was the reason she chose to let the workers go. <br><br>They closed in on Fist's den, and she met Wrex's red eye with a grin. "After you, big guy," She motioned to the door, feeling the thrill of the fight. She noticed his injury, too, but it wasn't slowing him down. They could patch everyone up once they had the Quarian, as long as it wasn't an emergency. <br>Fist was relatively easy to subdue. He only had a couple of turrets to defend himself with, and Garrus disabled them quickly with his omni-tool. <br>The sleezy man fell to the ground, dropping his gun and cowering as Shepard advanced on him. <br>A pistol pointed at his head. Her face had gone cold as she looked at him, her eyes lifeless. This was a very different Shepard than the one who had let the warehouse workers walk away just minutes before. Of course, she was playing it up to intimidate Fist. <br>"Where's the Quarian?" She demanded. <br>"What Quarian?" Fist asked. <br>Garrus growled, "Don't play games. You arranged to meet a Quarian and put her in touch with the Shadow Broker." <br>Shepard raised her gun and discharged a bullet into the floor, just a foot from Fist's head, before aiming it right between his eyes again. <br><br>The weasel caved. "She wanted to meet the Shadow Broker in person. I... I told her I'd set up a meeting, but it's Saren's men waiting for her." <br>Shepard scowled, and she reached down with hand and lifted him up a bit by the neck. "Tell me where that meeting is before I blow your lying head off," She brandished the gun in his face, in no mood for his games. She hated it when people lied to her, and she just generally disliked Fist.
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				Post by: <strong>Prosak</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 08:56:49</strong>
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				Wrex gives Shepherd a nod as they rush in. The turret's were easy, and Fist was as much the coward as Wrex pinned him. Wrex let's Shepherd do the talking. And for some one as merciful as she was before, now she is all of a sudden the perfect bad cop. "Ok... She is in an ally not too far from here. The deals going down right now. So go, and leave me be ok?" Wrex then raises his shotgun. "Oh no, you dont get to live." He said, as he blow open his chest cavity. The claymore leaving a closed casket. "What the hell Wrex! He was unarmed. And he surrendered himse;f." Garuss said in shock. Wrex simply put away his gun and began to walk out. "I was hired to kill him. I never leave a job undone. Besides, no use arguing now that he is dead. So, lets get going, there is a quarian to save." <br><br>Garuss wanted to argue but he couldn't. And with that they rushed off. On to the rescue. Soon making it in the nick of time. "Where is the shadow broker..." The young quarian askd. "Chill out. He will be here... You got the information?" The turian asked as he lays his hand on her shoulder. "No deal. I am only speaking with the broker." The turian then gave a signal. And before the Salarians can even pull their guns out. Wrex was right behind them. Grabbing them both by the head, in either hand. "Salarians, so smart with their genoophage. But their big heads are no stronger then a Pyjak's." He said, as he raised them into the air. The Turian petrofyed as he watched wrex toss them across the alley and against the wall. Garuss who had other wise been unseen, quickly snipes the Turian with a clean shot. Painless. Same couldnt be said for the salarians, as their heads were practically crushed by Wrex's grip.&nbsp; This all left Shepherd to attend to the Quarian, and secure her. And the information.
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				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 09:15:31</strong>
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				Shepard looked over at Wrex with an intense look in her eyes. "<strong>I</strong> am the one in charge here, do you understand that?" She asked with a harsh tone. "You wait for my order to shoot. Don't you ever do that again." She understood that he had a contract and didn't begrudge him that, but she didn't like him making that choice when he was under her command. <br>There wasn't much time to discuss it, though. Fist's backup had arrived by the time they were leaving, but Shepard didn't pay them much mind. She threw a biotic barrier around herself and sprinted through the crowd, tossing some away with her biotics as she went, and slugging a few in the head. They could have saved to finish them all off, but there was no way to know just when the Quarian would be in peril. <br><br>They slipped into the alley, avoiding the rest of the thugs. They weren't worth their time, in Shepard's opinion. They got to the alley just in time. <br>Shepard let the boys deal with the men, there were only three of them.<br>"Thank you," The Quarian said as the fighting died down. "I'm glad you arrived, I think. Who are you?" <br>"Commander Shepard. I'm looking for evidence to bring down Saren." She said, to the point as always. Dancing around the issue was no way to win any favors. The young Quarian agreed, and the group moved to catch a taxy to the embassy. Udina was not thrilled, to say the least, that is until Tali introduced herself. <br><br>She explained to them about how she had come across the audio file with Saren's voice, and played it back for them. <br>Shepard frowned as she listened. The Reapers. She'd never heard the name before, but something about it hummed into her very core. The vision from the beacon played through her mind, as clear and crisp as when she'd first seen it. <br>"I've heard that name before," She said, wringing her hands. The vision still disturbed her. <br>"According to the geth's memory core, the Reapers are the pinnacle of non-organic life. They hunted the Protheans to extinction, and then vanished." Tali explained. <br>Shepard felt as if she'd been hit by a cartload of bricks. It all made sense. The images of blood, gore and death. She was seeing the reapers hunting and slaying the Protheans. She felt ill. "The vision from Eden Prime, I understand it now..." She said. "Why would Saren want to bring the reapers back?" <br>&nbsp;<br>"I don't know," Captain Anderson spoke up, "But this still proves he's a traitor. We need to show this to the council right away." He said. <br>"Shepard, meet me in the council chambers." <br>Shepard saluted him without a word, as Anderson and Udina left. <br>Tali looked over at her. "You saw me in the alley, you know what I can do, Shepard. I'd like to come with you." She said. <br>"Yeah... I... need all the help I can get." She remarked, sounding a little distracted.
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				Post by: <strong>Prosak</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 10:00:40</strong>
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				Wrex was just as confused as any one else. Reaper's? Ancient synthetics? Sounded like something from a bad science fiction novel. But, Somehow felt real. None the less. "Well, glad to have ya aboard. Your tech may very well be handy in a fight Tali." Wrex said, reassuring the young Quarian. "So, When do you think we can bring this up to the council. Saren aint exactly ignorant to us having this information." Wrex asked, as he looked at Udina. "We already just had a meeting with the council. It may take me at least another day or two to-" "A day? Every minute we wait Saren is planing his next move. Ready to gut us like a bunch of Varen, and eat the little Quarian to. And your going to wait a few days on politic's?" Tali shot Wrex a dirty look. "Little?" She asked nearly insulted if it was not for the fact he kept her safety in mind. "Hu hu hu..." He laughed. "Well, your not exactly big . Even if you are tough. For a Quarian" Udina, sigh's... "Fine, I will call this as a emergency meeting with the council. It will take some pull, and will ruin some of our relations with them. But, if it means taking down Saren I will risk it. It should take me a couple of hour's..." Wrex grunted, ready to shout at Udina again. "It is the best I can do Krogan." Wrex just shrug's and looks over to Shepherd. " Ah... At least it's not a few days. I need a drink. And Chora's Den is pretty much swarming with Csec by now. Where is the nearest bar?" Wrex asked. "There is one here in the embassy, it is right across from here. A little past the Reception desk." Wrex sighed. "Oh great so a bar for whiney rich bastards... Ah hell. At least I can get a luagh out of scaring the day lights out of'em." <br><br>With that, Wrex turned away and made his way to the bar in the Embassy. He felt like he needed the drink bad. He needed to celebrate finally nailing Fist. He needed it because he just killed a few people. Well... More then a few. He needed it because he ended a few of his fellow Krogan. But he especially needed the drink, because something about Udina just did not sit right in his stomach.&nbsp; "Bar tender, Gimme your strongest stuff!" .... He really did not like Udina.
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				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>06-12-2013, 10:10:40</strong>
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				"Yeah, I need a drink too." Shepard said, turning to follow him. <br>"Garrus, you should stay here with Tali. It will be safest if she stays here until we have all this sorted out." She looked over at the Quarian. "I hope you don't mind." She didn't want to treat her like a child, but Tali was in danger, at least for now.<br>"No, it's alright." She said, taking a seat. The embassy was the safest place for her at the moment, she agreed. She could look after herself, but she didn't want to put herself up against a Spectre or his thugs. <br><br>Shepard followed Wrex, then, to the embassy bar. It was filled with a smattering of people, but not all of them were rich. A group of Alliance soldiers were laughing and talking at one table, and several of them saluted Shepard as she walked by. She carried herself with the air of command, but she was still fidgeting with her hands. <br>She took a seat next to Wrex and said, "Same." To the bartender. She looked over at the big lizard next to her. <br>"So Wrex," She said, "If you're going to run around with me, we should probably chat a little, don't you think? I hardly know you." She wanted to keep her mind off of the vision from Eden Prime, too, but it was just so vivid, playing in her mind every time she thought about the Reapers. And she knew it was real. <br>It was... horrific. She could barely wrap her mind around what that meant.
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				Post by: <strong>Prosak</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 00:02:27</strong>
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				Wrex laughed a bit, as Shepherd spoke. "You want to know a bit more about me? What, you expecting some good stories? I am not nostalgic Shepherd. But, I can humor you." The bartender just finished pouring a glass for Shepherd, and Wrex took the bottle before the man poured his glass. "I can pour for myself." He grunted. As he poured into his glass. "So, what would you like to know? My hobbies? My life's story?" Wrex asked. As he looked down at her. He can sense people starring. He knew why, a Krogan here in the embassy's is sort of unwelcome. On top of it, him sitting next to shepherd was like something out of a bad joke. A krogan merc, and an alliance commander walked into a bar. It was, sort of comical. Wrex grunted a bit, as he leaned into the bar. Almost denting it, with his weight. "Alright shepherd, I'll play. As long as I get to know a bit about you in return. I wont reveal to much though. Being mysterious adds to my charming good looks."
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				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 00:13:16</strong>
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				She took a sip of her booze. "Oh that's a shame," She said, "I was hoping to get you to wax poetic about your homeworld." She joked with him. <br>More seriously she added, "I like to know the people I work with. We have to depend on one another in battle." She told him. "I like knowing what kind of man I have at my back." <br>She knew it could be a euphemism, and she smirked with just half her mouth, not bothering to correct herself. If he chose to think of it as flirting, well... no harm done, right? <br><br>"What's a sweet man like you doing working as a merc?" She added, showing her rather sarcastic sense of humor. She was half serious, though. He didn't strike her as the mercenary type, she could see a deeper side to his personality. Something beyond the careless bloodless she often saw in other Krogan. Maybe it was because of his age.
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				Post by: <strong>Prosak</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 02:40:31</strong>
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				Wrex laughed. "Well, you dont want to hear Krogan poetry it's pretty bad." He said, as he began to lift his glass. "But I see where your coming from. I dont very much like being prodded for personal stories, or letting people know much about me. But, if it's that important to you shepherd I mite as well start telling ya something. To avoid being pestered later." She may have been flirting, she may not have. He was not sure. It did not matter, though with the idea in his head he found it oddly appealing if she were.<br><br>"A... Ha ha ha, a sweet man like me? Well now, I think your either trying to soften me up, or make me mad. Either way it's funny. I am starting to like you Shepherd." Wrex, then sighed a bit. As he turned in his seat, to have a better look at her. "I dont have much choice Shepherd. It's a personal story to tell. But, long story short, I am a Krogan. Fighting is in my blood. It's my religion. My people are to broken, and scattered for me to be able to do anything else on Tuchunka. No war's at home, and definitely no war's anywhere else. The Genophage did more then Salarians can ever know or predict. But what's it matter to them..." Wrex then sat up straight once more. "1 in 100's nothing but a ratio to them, a number." He then took a sip, and quickly got a sour, and angry expression. "Blah! You call this your strongest stuff. This wouldn't even buzz a salarian, let alone a Krogan." Wrex said, as he slammed, the glass against the bar. "S-sory sir. We mainly serve for council races such as Salarian, or Asari. Mostly human then anyone else. We dont carry anything strong enough for a Krogan. " Wrex gave the man a dirty look. And, slowly he slid the bottle across, and too Shepherd. "At least you can enjoy it. I wont.... So. Instead of asking me silly questions as to why I am who I am. How about something Practical. Like a scar." He then looked down to her again. Admiring her just a bit, but also looking into the scar along her nose. "So you have seen your own fair share of battle. How did you get that scar?"
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				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>07-12-2013, 02:53:05</strong>
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				Shepard's smile slowly receded as she listened to him. She didn't know a lot about the genophage, but it was clear that there was a lot of resentment there. She wanted to ask more, but it sounded like he didn't want to talk about it. She'd respect that he didn't want to be pestered, for the most part. She could always ask about it later, after she'd read about the history surrounding the issue. <br>"My scar?" She grinned. "I got it back on Earth, actually. I ran with a gang when I was a kid." She told him. "Nothing fancy like the merc bands in the Terminus systems though. We did some small time crime, mostly smuggling and illegal salvage." <br><br>She took the bottle he offered her and tried it out. Not too bad, she thought. <br>"Anyway, one of the main things we did was protect civilians in our territory from being hassled by rival gangs. Not many cops around." She explained. <br>"One of our enemies came in and set up a house where they were dealing Red Sand, freshly imported from Turian space," She told him. "We didn't want that shit in our neighborhood so we hit the place to kick them out, but the pigs showed up. Never cared much for us in the central city before but I guess they wanted the glory of the bust. They shot at all of us indiscriminately. I ended up in a hand to hand skirmish with one. He cut my face with the omni-blade." She said,&nbsp; her eyes slipping out of focus for a moment as she thought about the memory. 
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				Post by: <strong>Prosak</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 03:10:50</strong>
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				Wrex smiled, as he noticed the waver. How her eyes fluttered a bit in the memory. 'I can relate...' he thought to himself. As he rubbed his hand across his own scar. He can relate, to how it feels to have bad memories permanently tattooed to your body. "So you got the scar playing the Hero?" Wrex asked. If he had an eye brow, he would be raising it right about now. "You humans are a curios race. Dont know many people that would stick their neck out for some one else. Let alone, go after criminals, out of the kindness of your hearts." With a smile, he gave her a soft pat on the back. His hand lingering, just for a second. As it rubbed across her frame. So strong, but to him so delicate. For her though, it would feel just a bit too rough, but at least not painful. None the less, he needed to learn to watch his own strength around humans. "I got a feeling allot of your scars come from being stupid. He he." He chuckled. He meant it in jest. He actually kind of admired it. He doesn't see many people out there do the right thing. At least for the right reasons. Most Law he has had to deal with have criminals lining their pockets. And C-sec aint no different. And far from innocent in that regard.&nbsp; Lowering his head a bit, he checked his Omni tool, to see the time. "Huh..." He sighed. "Time dont seem to pass fast enough when you want it to. At least there is good company with you Shepherd." He, was now starting to be a bit withdrawn. A bit, in thought. He was, just thinking for a moment. He has not seen many humans. And, this was in fact one of the only females. She was, oddly attractive to him. It took him until now to realize, but now that he got to sit down. And chat. He had the moment to breath, the moment he needed to realize just how beautiful she really was. It honestly both excited him, and scarred the crap out of him. He didnt know how to really feel. And decided to just let the feelings pass for now. He, turned his head over to her. Realizing he went a good few minutes without speaking. ...<br><br>The second he looked over to her, his heart felt like it dropped to his feet. And he was rushing to come up with an excuse. If he had cheek's, and not scales he would be blushing. But, some how he had the feeling she can tell he was Some how, embarrassed. He was practically lighting up like a Christmas tree. "Uh .. He he. Sorry shepherd. Was... Was just thinking." He said.&nbsp; He coughed a bit. As he tried to regain his composure. "So, is that your favorite scar?" He asked bluntly. He was not trying to be cruel. He was actually sincere. "To me scars are like trophy's. They remind you of your success... And... Your failures. None the less. I consider them important. A good scar, is a good reminder."
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				Title: <strong>Re: An Honorary Krogan (DrMurdockKawfi and Prosak)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scaly</strong> on <strong>10-12-2013, 03:50:14</strong>
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				"Hah, don't make me out to be some kind of goodie two shoes." She snorted in amusement. "The Reds were a gang, not a police force. We took protection money, ran smuggling shipments, all that stuff." She explained. "I've put most of it behind me," She went on. "But I'm not ashamed a criminal past. You do what you have to in order to survive, right? I didn't have a family, grew up all on my own." <br>Things fell quiet between them, and she examined his scar. She was fascinated with aliens, and she found him to be rather beautiful. In an aesthetic way, not a feminine one at all. The color of his eyes and scales, the patterning, it was all quite lovely. <br><br>His hand on her shoulder was rough, but she was wearing armor. It didn't bother her any and she certainly didn't complain. Had she been in civilian clothing, she might have felt different, but as it was... well she kind of liked it. "I've got a lot of scars from that time, yeah," She went on with a chuckle. The memories weren't particularly painful, they made her who she was. <br>"Then and.. Akuze." She added more quietly, flicking her dark eyes away. He had yet to bring it up, but she knew the topic would rear its head. It always did, somehow. Might as well get it over with, she thought. She took a nice long sip of her drink, as if she could drown the memory in alcohol and make it go away. The silence that followed was oppressive. <br><br>When Wrex finally spoke he sounded awkward, but Krogan were hard to read and she was no well practiced at it. She had to take him at his word. She said, "Yeah, I agree about scars. They're like tattoos. I wouldn't give mine up, I know that." She did like the scar on her face, too, so she said, "Hell yeah it's my favorite. I think it makes me look rather fierce," She added with a laugh. It was funny because she knew that to him she probably didn't look threatening in the least. <br>"Yours does too," She added with a small grin. There it was again, an almost flirtatious tone. It was hard to tell.
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