The Krogan had been watching Commander Shepard since the reptilian mercenary walked into Flux. It was not Shepard's keen military sense that alarmed him to the Krogan interest in the Commander. The Krogan made little attempt at hiding his intent. Shepard could have contributed it to sloppiness, but he knew better. Krogan's are an egotistical species. The Krogan wanted Shepard to know that he was under the mercenary's watchful eye. An intimidation tactic lost on Shepard as he glared over his glass of Asari tea while taking a sip of the bitter beverage.
The Tea was an acquired taste. Something that he acquired over the past few months with his time spent with Liara. Time that both wished could have been better spent. It was not the accompany that was the problem, just the circumstance of how it was spent.
"Victory Excursions", Council Member Anderson called it. Political Propaganda was the name that Shepard had for it. In actuality, it was two months aboard the Normandy traveling from system to system celebrating the galaxies victory over Sovereign. As far as Shepard was concern, if you need someone to risk his or her life to save the galaxy, he was your man. Spreading word across the galaxy that once again galactic peace has returned, when in reality the true threat was still lurking amongst the stars. You had better look elsewhere. In the end, of course the Council did not listen and sent Shepard and his crew out amongst those stars to spread the lies anyways. Just a waste of time as far as Shepard was concerned. Time that he would like to spent differently.
By this point, the Krogan began his way through the clubs crowd to Shepard's table. The Krogan was noticeably perturbed as he pushed aside the club goers. It was a busy night in the Flux and those who were in the way of the Krogan took his shoves in stride. Most of them were drunk, but none of them stupid. Unless you wanted to run the risk of having your arm ripped from your shoulder socket, it was a good bet to let the Krogan have his way through the crowd. A few bumps and bruises sure beat 3 month in a Citadel Medical Unit.
"You Shepard?" a deep thunderous monotone voice uttered interrupting Shepard's thoughts.
"Who's asking?" Shepard said, staring into the now empty glass once filled with the bitter Asari tea.
"I'll ask the questions. Where is the human known as Ashley Williams?"
"Ash? What do you want with her?" the Commander said with concern and a protective tone.
"Like I said, I'll ask the questions." The Krogan blabbed loudly as he grabbed for his side pistol.
With a blast and flash of light the chatter and loud music within Flux came to a stop. A stunned crowd quickly gathered around the body that lay bleeding to excess on the clubs floor.
"And I'll shoot the pistols." Shepard said, standing over the dead Krogan body. No one questioned Shepard. He was within his rights as a Specter. Which means, he could what he wanted, when he wanted.
Soon after calling in a crew to clean up the bloody mess, Shepard quickly started to make his run to the Normandy. A Krogan Mercenary was looking for Ashley. He was sure it was not to just catch up on old times. Ash was in trouble. He needed to get in contact with her quickly. If one Krogan Mercenary was looking for her, it was a safe bet others were as well.