Three: Take You Out
Wrex had to stifle his chuckling as an ominous silence ensued; watching with barely restrained humor as Shepard expertly hog-tied the newest member of the Urdnot Clan and hung him upside down over the varren pit. If he didn't know any better, he'd think it was foreplay. He saw movement on the edges of the room, glaring at the krogans rising from the rubble and gesturing sharply at them to stay put. Then he sat, belatedly wishing he had some ryncol on hand.
Shepard stood back from her work, hands clasped tightly behind her and slender legs spread shoulder width apart. Urz slinked from behind a large rock and trotted cautiously to where she stood. He sniffed at the pit hesitantly, plopping on his haunches by her feet when she graced him with firm pat on the head. Then she ignored the varren, and waited, patiently, for her victim to wake up. It didn't take long.
Grunt came to with a groan, eyes widening and narrowing in turn as he took in his situation.
"Now, Grunt…" He winced at her overly friendly tone, the movement causing him to start into a slow spin. Urz immediately cowered, slinking low enough for his leathery belly to brush against the ground.
"I like you. Love you even…" Wrex frowned, snorting, and leaned against his chair.
Shepard's mouth puckered. "You're like the killer tank-grown krogan baby that I never had." The Old Battlemaster shifted forward at that, disgruntled look fading into a smirk. Members of Clan Urdnot began lining the balconies, looking between their leader and the human in cautious silence. Grunt continued to spin, eyes wide as he slowly rounded to face her.
"But I just wanted to remind you-"An arm darted out, latching onto the lip of his armor and pulling his face close. Urz whimpered as her voice dropped to a snarl.
"I brought you into this world, and I sure as fuck can take you out of it."
Shepard released the krogan, letting him sway over the growling varrens' below. Grunt swallowed, face changing color as the blood continued to rush to his head.
"Shepard-" Grunt garbled. She turned away and curtly cut him off. "You're going to tell me where it is. You are going to apologize. And when Wrex decides to let you down, you are going to clean this mess up, by yourself, and report to the Normandy's medbay. Understood?"
Shepard was halfway across the room before he even answered, the varren hound loping alongside her as she swiftly made her way over debris.
"No."
Shepard froze mid step, Wrex face palmed and one of the Krogans let out a loud 'Holy shit.'
"Excuse me?"
AN: I wasn't so sure about this one. What do you think?
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~Delgodess
