Shepard leaned his head back against the metal wall and closed his eyes as the shuttle lifted off. Grunt and Mordin sat across from him, an empty space between them. Mordin was reading his omni-tool, probably Maelon's data, while Grunt fiddled with his shotgun.
They had a long day on Tuchanka, killing thresher maws, annihilating a clan, and threatening former students. Now they were leaving the radioactive ruins behind. The Kodiak shook as they exited the atmosphere. None of the occupants reacted in any way to the shaking.
"Hey Mordin," Grunt rumbled without letting his eyes leave his shotgun.
"Yes Grunt?" Mordin looked up from his omni-tool.
"You know, you'd make a good Krogan. Killing Thresher Maws and former students and stuff." Grunt whistled. "You're a good man Solus."
"Thank you Grunt." Mordin smiled at the tank born. "And you make an excellent addition to Clan Urdnot, Grunt."
"For a Salarian." Grunt added, setting his shotgun between his knees and closing his eyes. Mordin opened his mouth to speak, but closed it, returning to Maelon's work with a small smile on his lips. He had to take what he could get from the Krogan.
Just a small idea I had floating around in my head.
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