A Systems Alliance shuttle touched down on the craggy surface of Tuchanka, dust billowing in its wake. Urdnot Wrex stood just outside the landing zone, flanked by two guards, their shotguns holstered. Wrex's brow was furrowed in contemplation; he was sure the council was sending representatives to formally deny his requests for a hearing regarding krogan expansion.
The shuttle door opened, and a man in the standard Alliance uniform stepped out, followed by two soldiers, weapon holstered. The man looked impressive, for a human; he had a grizzled grey beard and features weathered by the tides of war. He bore a long scar across his face, and his steely grey eyes looked unfalteringly into Wrex's.
"I don't believe I've had the opportunity to meet you in person," the human said, extending a hand to Wrex. "Admiral Steven Hackett, Alliance Navy."
"Urdnot Wrex, leader of clan Urdnot." He grasped Hacket's hand gently to avoid snapping his brittle human bones. "I'm surprised the council would send an Admiral to tell me what I already know."
Hacket raised an eyebrow as he neatly folded his hands behind his back. "I'm not sure I follow."
"I've been butting heads with the Council over krogan expansion ever since the genophage was cured. They haven't been very agreeable."
"Damn salarians and turians still trying to keep us down," one of Wrex's guards grumbled. Wrex silenced him with a venomous glare.
"I am here on Council business, but it's not what you think," Hackett said. "I'm here to formally extend an offer for the krogan to join the Citadel Council. Should you accept, you must nominate a member of your species, to be approved by the current Councilors."
Wrex thought he had seen it all. The advent of the Reapers, the eradication of the genophage, but he had been totally unprepared for this.
Hackett chuckled. "I don't think I've ever seen a krogan at a loss for words."
"You… the Council wants the krogan to join?"
"Yes. Do you accept this offer?"
"Of course we do."
"Very well. You're to notify the Council of your choice, and the vetting process will begin. You will then be sent further instructions."
Wrex blinked. "They sent you all the way out here to relay a message?"
"It's an important message," Hackett said. "And the Council 'thought it appropriate to send someone of high distinction.'"
Wrex chuckled. "Of course they did. Don't suppose you and your friends want to come place a few bets on some varren wrestling?" He jerked his thumb over his shoulder.
"Maybe next time," Hackett said as he stepped back onto the shuttle. "More messages to deliver."
"Ah, the glory of post-war life," Wrex chuckled in his deep baritone. "Looks like our time in the spotlight is over."
"Peace has its advantages, Wrex," Hackett said. "Especially now that you and Shepard have gotten rid of the genophage."
Wrex wasn't an emotional creature, but he felt a pang of loss at the name of his old friend. "I guess it does. I'll have nominated a krogan within the week to join the Citadel Council."
Hackett nodded in acknowledgment. "I'll let them know. Until next time." Wrex nodded. The shuttle took off, kicking up a cloud of dust.