((A/N: I know this isn't how it went down in the game but if you don't like it, go away. I'm re-uploading this because i deleted it like an idiot.))

There was a final bang followed shortly by Garrus' voice over her communicator.

"He's dead."

Amira Shepherd sighed softly as she moved a strand of red hair out of her face at least that was taken care of. However, part of her wished there had been some way to save Saren but thanks to Sovereign's manipulation, the once great Specter had to be put down.

At least now, he can be at peace. She thought before looking back at the screen.

Having just saved the Council much to the slight annoyance of Wrex, the Alliance could focus on Sovereign now that the arms of the Citadel were open.

She looked down again, this time catching Garrus' eye and he gave her a small nod in which she returned. At that same moment what could only be described as an earthquake inside the Council Chambers! Her eyes widened as Saren's corpse began to writhe as red energy enveloped it.

The violent tremors caused the platform to collapse and toss Shepherd into the garden with Garrus and Wrex. Her heart skipped a beat as an unworldly noised emanated from Saren's body and all she could do was watch as his body rose into the air while the dark red energy continued to pour into him until a shockwave burst from the fallen Specter, knocking the trio back in the process.

A hard thud and grunt told her that Wrex had hit one of the pillars, a splash off to her right indicted Garrus' location.

"I am Sovereign," Rasped a scarily familiar voice. "… and I am YOUR destruction."

Fear held Shepherd as she gazed at what was left of Saren; the word demon came to mind. Sovereign was using Saren's twisted almost skeletal remains as a conduit!

Move, damn it! She screamed at herself as the creature turned it savage fiery red eyes on her.

"Shepherd…." It hissed. "With your demise…. Your Alliance will crumble."

Paralyzed by terror, Amira could only watch as it made its way over to her, it moved with a predatory purpose. Someone yelled her name but she failed to recognize the owner, she could not tare her green eyes away from the creature. Only on Akuze had she ever been this terrified.

A large frame slammed into the creature, loosing a battle cry in the process, hearing Wrex' roar snapped Shepherd out of her paralyses. She scrambled to her feet, drew her Heavy Pistol, and fired every time she had a clear shot.

Despite its gruesome appearance, the creature was stronger than it looked as it managed to throw a fully-grown Krogan aside like a rag doll.

Shepherd's finger froze on the trigger as terror once more gripped her as its eyes once against locked on her. She could not understand why this was happening, why this beast had this affect on her.

The Heavy Pistol shook in her hand, its owner unable to fire at the approaching creature.

With a snarl, Sovereign knocked the pistol aside, this action broke the fear holding the Commander, and he easily blocked her relation. If it were possible to do so, it would have given her a predatory smile just before knocking her down with a vicious backhand.

Shepherd tasted blood in her as she hit the ground from the slap, she cried out as pain flared up her side from a swift kick to the ribs from Sovereign, she didn't need to be a doctor to knock that a few ribs were broken. The pain in her ribs was quickly overshadowed the second a clawed foot pressed down on her throat, slowly cutting off her ability to breathe.

Sovereign ignored the shots fired by the Turian named Garrus while he tried to wake the unconscious Krogan, it focused solely on the human it was slowly suffocating. It smirked as it watched the human tried in vain to remove his foot from her throat, he could almost hear her heart slowing as he applied more pressure.

Shepherd gave a soft rasping gasp as the pressure increased everything around her started to blur and blacken and peace slowly began to engulf her. That peace was replaced by Sovereign's sinister voice in her mind.

"Your death will not be wasted, Shepherd," its voice was so clear; it was as though it was whispering right into her ear. "You will serve as Harb-"

The pressure on her throat was suddenly lifted, causing Shepherd to gasp for air solely on reflex. Her gasp became a groan as her broken ribs made their presence known once more.

She flinched when another presence touched her shoulder, believing that Sovereign had come back.

"Easy, it's just me." She nearly sagged with relief it was Garrus.

"Can you still fire a weapon?" He asked

"Y-Yeah." She rasped, taking her pistol when Garrus handed it over.

Garrus gave her a concerned look before turning his attention to the brawl happening between Wrex and Creature. Despite its injuries, the puppet showed no signs of slowing down.

"I'll tear your head off!" Wrex snarled, punching the twisted Avatar in the face.

While the bullet fired at it did not phase the abomination the slightest, the broken jaw and mandibles caused it to screech in agony and fury.

What happened next, no one was ready for, Sovereign plunged its fist into Wrex' and ripped out of his hearts and crushed the organ in its fist before knocking the stunned Krogan aside with little effort.

Witnessing that caused the Commander to see nothing but red, she wasn't even aware of her actions. All she heard was her enraged yell and crunching noises as she mangled Sovereign's Avatar with such ferocity, that it was almost Krogan.

Garrus had to pull her off the remains of Sovereign's puppet to get her to stop, he held her to his chest, uncaring if she turned that rage and blood lust on him.

Rage and adrenaline depleted, the flood gates opened and she sobbed into Garrus' armored chest, the Turian was unsure how to react to the sudden switch. His hold on her softened and he simply held her as she let it out.

Despite all that Shepherd had done in the past and present, she wasn't bulletproof, she was still… human.

When Shepherd pulled away, he didn't resist, but he remained close as she stumbled over to Wrex. Sovereign had ripped out one of the two hearts, he didn't have long in this world…

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she took one of his bloodied hands in hers. She had saved him on Virmire only to lose him here because of her cowardice. She had frozen in the heat of battle, just as she had when a Thresher Maw showed up while taking out one of Geth Outposts.

Her heart skipped a beat when the hand she held gripped hers with such strength she feared it break under the pressure.

"D-D…" Blood gurgled from Wrex' mouth as he tried to speak.

Her green eyes met his red ones, and to her surprise, they held understanding instead of disgust. He understood what had caused her to freeze, just as she had at the sight of the Maw.

He gurgled again and she leaned down so she could hear his last words.

"D-Drex… f-find Drex…" Raspy gasp. "Unite…" Wheeze. "Under him… o-only chance for b-better future…" He gripped her hand again, his eyes locking with hers. "F-find him…"

Wrex' body shuttered one last time before falling still, the single heart beat one last time before falling still as well.

Garrus reached down and closed the eyes of the one Krogan he had considered a friend, perhaps even a brother before saying a prayer as Shepherd broke down once more. They sat/stood vigil as outside the Alliance took down a Reaper named Sovereign unaware that a great warrior had fallen.

X X X

Amira's eyes snapped open, it took her a moment register her surroundings, as she sat up, her hand rested on her right side where her ribs had once been broken by Sovereign's puppet.

Tears threatened to fall, she hadn't thought of Wrex or that day in over two years. She still blamed herself for his death, had she not seized up in fear during battle, he might still be alive.

She drew her knees up against her chest and buried her face against them, her shoulders shaking as her soft cries filled her cabin as she mourned a friend… a brother.

X X X

How she hated Wreav, this bastard was the reason the Genophage was created in the first place, to keep Krogan like him from destroying the galaxy. The Krogan he had been speaking to prior to her introduction was just like him, they clearly deserved each other. This might have happened, had he not shown up towards the end of Grunt's Rite demanding that he join his clan as a trophy.

She inwardly rolled her eyes, she could understand tradition, she had her own, but if the Krogan continued with their current traditions if you could call it that, their entire race would be destroyed when the Reapers showed up, what they needed now was to be flexible.

"You can inform the tank bred runt that he can now call himself Urdnot Grunt." Wreav stated.

Amira felt a protectiveness over Grunt at those words, her jaw clinched in anger, this bastard was lucky to even have Grunt in his clan, he should be grateful!

"Now, is there anything else you need or are you finished wasting my time?"

If Garrus hadn't touched her hand, she would have said something foolish and possibly gotten them all in trouble. She gave him a grateful glance, she needed to remain calm and speak calmly, the sooner they rescued Maelon, the sooner they could leave.

"I heard the Blood Pack had brought a Salarian here, know anything about that?"

"The Blood Pack? I tend not to keep track of them, they're Clan Weyrloc," Wreav stated, leaning back in his throne. "Speak to my Chief Scout."

"I'll do that, thank you for your time, Urdnot Wreav." She gave him a sarcastic bow before walking away. She heard him snort, no doubt amused by her bow.

"One more thing, Shepherd," He waited until she turned back to face him. "Gatatog Uvenk was a like minded ally; I'll overlook his death were you to… lower the number of Weyrloc Warriors."

"I'll… do what I can." She ground out before walking away, resisting the urge to stomp to vent her irritation.

X X X

"We have a shadow." Garrus stated a minute later.

They were several yards from the Chief Scout, what now?

"Not a very subtle one." Mordin replied.

Amire stopped and sighed, why did this have to be so hard? Did Wreav enjoy irritating her or something?

She turned around to give Wreav an ear full but it was not Wreav it was another Krogan, one that look startlingly familiar.

"Wrex?"

It wasn't possible, he died two years ago. She had watched as his remaining heart ceased beating. What was going on was she seeing his ghost?

"If only." Rumbled the Krogan before stepping out of the sun's glare and walking over to them.

The Krogan looked like Wrex but there were differences; his skin tone was the same as Wrex but his crest was purplish red. His eyes were reddish orange; he also had scaly patches on his chin but almost smaller scaly patches over his eyes, serving as eyebrows. Lastly, unlike Wrex, this Krogan had a noticeable limp.

However, with every Krogan she met, she had to look up to meet his gaze.

"If you're not Wrex… then who are you?" She asked.

"I am Drex, and unlike Wreav I shared the same father and Wrex. I helped my brother survive when our father turned on us."He saw her eyes widen at the mention of his name.

"You know of me?" He asked, tilting his head slightly.

"Not exactly, Wrex mentioned you… just before he died." She replied with a sigh.

Drex' reddish orange eyes darkened for a moment. "I see, and how did he die?"

"In battle, one of his hearts… had been ripped out by a Reaper control puppet."

Drex gave a soft growl in reply, one of his hands becoming fists for a brief moment.

"Was it you who returned his body?"

"Yes and no, I was recovering from broken ribs at the time, but I saw his body off the ship."

"I thank you for that, Commander. Wreav may not care but I do," Drex replied with a small nod. "You'd better get going, Clan Weyrloc are not as humans say 'big fans' of Salarians."

Amira managed a small chuckle before walking away.

"Shepherd," He called before she could get too far.

She stopped and gave him a questioning look.

"You didn't fail him… I did."