The first Krogan Spectre, Grunt, was waiting for the shuttle to come to a stop, but his patience was running thin. There was a reaper outside, and he was going to destroy it. What better way to prove to the galaxy that his genes were indeed perfection. Grunt looked to his team, it consisted mostly of turians with humans, Salarians, and asari, and to his surprise, a batarian. Among them, there are no familiar faces, and that pissed Grunt off. They gave him a squad that he didn't know, and hoped he could fight a reaper.
"Excuse me, sir..." one of the Salarians looked at Grunt, "Do you think... that this reaper is really a-alive?" His sickly green skin made him look more like a coward than his voice, and he could barely hold the gun. Grunt couldn't blame him though, he had seen first hand what a reaper could do to people.
Grunt's made his face impassive as he attempted to mull the question over. His blue eyes flickered over to the Salarian, and he let loose the biggest grin he could muster. "You had better hope so Salarian!" He shouted, his razor sharp teeth glistening in the low light. "I want to show the galaxy just what Krogan perfection can do!" Grunt kept his façade of confidence up, only so that it would improve the moral of his team. He was scared shitless of the thing. He lost many good men to reapers, and he would be damned before he lost anymore.
The shuttle shuttered, and the green ready lights turned red. The turians stood at attention, and waited for the door to open. Once it opened, they were the first to exit, followed by the humans and batarian, next were the asari, then finally the Salarian. Grunt was the last one out of the shuttle, and pounded on the side of the cabin. "Take the shuttle out of the reaper, if things go bad, we don't need our ride getting destroyed."
"Understood sir," The pilot answered, the shuttle went into the air, and exited the reaper. Grunt turned to his team, and cocked his shotgun. They all turned and waited for orders.
"Turians, form the flanks! Asari who are skilled in biotic defense, get in the middle. I want offensive biotics in the front and back. Salarian! You are going to stay right by my side. Batarian and non biotics, split up, and cover the rear." Grunt took a breath after he finished setting up the formation, then looked around at his team, "In case you don't know, we are here to investigate this reaper, and the one life form in the center of the ship! Keep your eyes and ears open, and you might just survive. Move out!" Grunt took point, and cautiously walked through the reaper. He didn't like it, there were corpses everywhere but no signs that anyone had tampered with them. "Salarian, activate a scanner, and tell me where we want to go."
The Salarian nodded, and activated his 'tool. There was a faint beeping on originating from his gauntlet. "Sir, the life form is approximately three hundred meters in that direction. There is also a large amount of dark energy originating from that direction. I would assume it is the core."
Grunt nodded, and kept his eyes forward. He would occasionally hear the sound of breaking bones under his foot, and snarled. "Come out and fight!" His patience was wearing thin, and now the act of not fighting whatever was here. It was driving him insane.
"Do you really wish to fight me?" A voice called out from the darkness.
"Sir, the life form, it move!"
"Where?" Grunt turned his head from side to side, ready for anything.
He then noticed that the salarian had stopped his nervous shaking, and turned to the amphibian, "Right in the middle of us krogan." The Salarian's eyes were glowing an ethereal blue, one that Grunt had become accustomed to see in Husks. He took his shotgun, and pummeled the Salarian's head. He heard a satisfying crunch, and knew he killed him on impact. The next thing he knew, he heard the rest of his squad train their weapons on him.
"Sir! Why did you just do that?"
Grunt turned to his team, "Didn't you see his eyes? Didn't you hear his voice?" Grunt raised his gun at his team, and readied to fire, "He was possessed by the reaper!"
"He was possessed, indeed," a new form emerged from the darkness, and stood in the middle of Grunt's squad. Grunt aimed at him, but didn't fire. He didn't know why, but he couldn't pull the trigger. "I don't think so little krogan. You wouldn't want to hurt your friends now would you?" Grunt noticed the red glow in his eyes, and the scars that covered his exposed skin.
"They aren't my friends?" Grunt replied, but he couldn't pull the trigger. He didn't know what was preventing his trigger, it was something he had never felt before. Suddenly, he realized what he was feeling. He felt absolute fear... He feared this man more than the reaper.
"Aren't you the one who thought, 'I'll be damned before I lose anyone else to a reaper?" The man grabbed an asari's face, but she didn't react. It was as if she was frozen. "Don't worry, they can't hear us. Not yet."
"What do you want?" Grunt asked through gritted teeth, he was slowly trying to work past his fear of the man. He couldn't lose to him, he was the genetic perfection.
"It isn't what I want... oh no, not at all. It is what destiny wants." The man was absolutely content with just standing there. He didn't make any hostile moves, but he presented an aura of intimidation. It told Grunt that he wasn't to be messed with without consequence.
"Why are you here?" Grunt could finally move his trigger finger, but his team mates were still in the way. Then he remembered what Shepard told him just after the Reaper War ended. Victory, no matter the cost... Those words were what decided my choice. I sacrificed the Geth, EDI, and all other AIs just so I could kill the reapers. If I had a chance to change it... I would make my choice all over again. Grunt narrowed his eyes and made his choice. "Don't answer that." He pulled the trigger and fired at the man.
He disappeared, and Grunt's salvo hit the asari he was next to where the man stood. Then all of his squad slowly came back to reality. "Where are you coward!"
"I'm right here." One by one, all of Grunt's squad started turning into the man he had tried to kill, and soon he couldn't tell the difference between friend and enemy.
"Is this what Wrex meant? Is this what he meant when lines blurred?" Grunt took a deep breath and knew what he had to do. "I am sorry, but this is what I have to do." He cocked his shotgun, and charged at what used to be his team
Maikeru watched the carnage, his grin only showing a portion of his immense pleasure. He listened to the squad as they were torn apart by their leader. He was almost done having his fun, but he couldn't decide what to do with his new toy. Destroy it or send him back to the Citadel as a message. Maybe one of the voices he heard in his head would help him decide.
Maikeru stood up, and started walking away, picturing the many ways to torture his enemies.
So, for all those Grunt Fans out there, don't hate me, but it had to be someone. And I couldn't anger all those Garrus fans *Whispers under breath* yet. This should get really dark, and Maikeru will just be a blight to the galaxy. I seriously have no idea where I'm going with this, so please hang with me. Oh, and if you review for what you want to happen to Grunt, you just might get it.
