This chapter's a bit shorter, hope it's still good though.

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The squishy asari was struggling for him to let her go, but Motch didn't take notice. The damn insects were coming back, along with whatever troops. He knew he should have never accepted that deal. He learned enough times that he should only look out for himself. But he didn't have much choice now, and a few extra hands, even if they were weak, alien hands, could be useful.
He ran to the edge of the building and then jumped down the one story. He didn't bother to check on the runt behind him, she could get down by herself. And if she couldn't, then she wasn't worth his time. As soon as he hit the ground, he went off in a full out krogan sprint. He just might get away this way, and if anything did get in his way, they would be run over faster than you could say 'blood rage'.

"Motch, slow down! I have a plan!"

It was the annoying human on the radio. He was probably going to regret this, but he stopped and put the asari down.

"What is it?"

"We're about to cross into a new sector. They're all connected by bridges. Together, our omni-tools should be able to power them enough to close them. Now that by itself won't help, since there are harvesters coming that could just drop more troops on the other side. You're the heavy weapons expert, you'll need to shoot them down."

"Wait, what? I kinda missed… well all of it really."

The human sighed audibly over the radio. "Just take your rocket launcher, shoot the winged beasts and meet up at the coordinates I'll send."

"Heh. Sounds like fun."

"Well I just hope you get the job done. Lina, you can meet up with me already."

"What about Tarnik?" the asari asked, "I need to get back to him, or find out something…"

Motch turned off his radio and let the asari leave as he climbed up a ladder to get a better vantage point. Dropping those insects, now there was a fun objective. He got to the roof and prepped his rockets with the best high explosive, armor piercing mods he could find. These 'harvesters' might be insects, but they were probably the biggest and toughest things they would come across. Taking his rocket launcher, he aimed at the horizon. Sure enough, there were plenty of insects, but they didn't really seem focused on him. He had to get their attention if he wanted to take them down.

"Well, I've got enough grenades to spare anyway." He said to himself, as he got an empty-charged grenade from his belt. Setting it to a loud flash bang setting, he lobbed it up in the air and got ready. There was a bright flash – good thing Motch turned his head down – and a bang that the turian could probably have heard, if he was still alive that is. Definitely enough to get the insects' attention.
Certainly enough, they started coming his way.

"Hehe. Stupid insects." He said to himself, " Why don't you come over here and- UGGUHH!" His sentence was ended by a rather violent cough.
"Damn. Yeah, you just come over here." He finished, glad no one was around to hear him mess up.
Looking through the scope, he still felt something scratching deep in his throat. It was annoying, but he couldn't be distracted. He lined up the shot to the first incoming insect and… thump! The feeling of a rocket launch felt good, but it wasn't as glorious as seeing the insect's wing being torn to shreds as it fell into a chasm below. With the next rocket automatically loading, he was ready to fire again. The next one didn't go down as fast, the first shot was merely swallowed by its chest armor. But that just made it better, when he could see its body disintegrate after a second rocket to the face.
"This is almost too easy!" He said to himself as a third one was taken down. "It's like they aren't even trying!"
The insects didn't stand a chance, not one had been able to unload its cargo of ground troops.

"You dumb bugs. You are really dropping like insects. Heh. Haha. Hahaa, haa–UGGUUH!"

There was that damn cough again and it felt even worse than last time. Looking down at his launcher, he noticed some orange goo. It was his blood.

"What the he-" His thought was cut off, as one of the insects caught him off guard in a barrage of cannon shots. Staggering back, he heard the sounds of troops dropping… onto the same roof he was.

"DAMN. YOU. BUGS!" He shouted, firing 3 rockets at once at the insect trying the same move as the previous one. It went down in a beautiful fireball, and looking around he noticed that any remaining bugs were retreating. That left only the ground troops, which he felt. They had already gotten up and started shooting at him. The canon barrage from before overloaded his shields, so now the shots were either bouncing off his armor, or bouncing off his bones. That didn't mean he didn't feel them. Folding his rocket launcher up, he turned to face his new enemies. Blowing these up would be a waste, and he wanted to feel their bones snap. He wanted to crush their skulls under his feet, break their bodies in two. They thought they could take him down? Well they were DEAD WRONG!

"RRAAAAARRRGGGH!" The shout was primordial in nature, coming from inside him. He could feel the blood pumping much faster through his body than normal. He was going into a blood rage, for the third time in his life. Hi senses were heightened, except for his feeling. The enemy troops were much clearer, the sounds much louder, but he no longer felt the bullets in his skin. They were in for it now. Laughing to himself, he charged.

"Uggh, what happened? I felt like I had one too many ryncols. Like that's even possible. Ha- UGUUGH!"
It all came back in a flash – the mission, the coughing blood, the blood rage…. That's not right. He should be able to remember what happened during his blood rage. This time it was just a black… blob. Again, he looked down at his arms to see more coughed up blood. Damnit. The damn Shaman was right. He had the damn blind rage disease. That only meant he had to find a way back to Tuchanka, fast. If not, then he'd get pretty pissed and go out with a bang. Or more than a bang. Yeah, that would be pretty nice. But Motch still planned on not going out at all. Coughing some more and wiping away the blood, he tried to orient himself. There is… the foot of the ladder to the roof. That means he must've fallen 2 stories! Thank god for his redundant nervous system. Well, if the insects are gone, I might as well get back to my team, he thought. Expecting something annoying, he reluctantly tuned back in to their radio channel. It was as he thought.

"Motch?! What the hell! Finally you tune in? You could have let us know you'd turn off your radio! We were almost going to leave you behind! Damnit, man you have to learn to work under the regulations!"

"Ahh, shut up! I turned it back on now ok? Now is there something you little runts need help with, or do I need to listen to you complain some more?"

"Screw you." The human mumbled, probably not meant for him. "Just rendezvous at these coordinates. We'll need help closing the main bridge."

"Yeah, yeah. And we need to – UGGUGH – need to have a chat anyway."

Motch shut off his radio again, not wanting to hear anything the human wanted to say and took off in the direction of the rendezvous. Goddamn everything.

When Motch arrived at the main bridge, he didn't get the annoying verbal assault he expected. He just got a simple "Sync your omni-tool up." Sometimes aliens could be beyond weird. He connected his omni-tool to the group and asked what was bothering him.

"So… now that Tarnik's gone-" He ignored the loud sob that Lina let out "- we'll need a real leader." He had to pause to cough, trying to hide the blood from the squad. They didn't notice.

"This time, let's choose the real leader: me!"

The human took her helmet off and gave him a blank stare. "You have got to be kidding me."

The asari spoke before Motch could continue. "While you were…out, we already decided that Ellen should take over." Her tone indicated she was still hurt about the turian being left behind. Motch carrying her away probably didn't help.

"That's bullshit! I should take charge!"

"The decision has already been made." The human said.

This wasn't good. Motch had to get off world to Tuchanka. His best bet was to take command so they could finish quickly. But instead the small, ignorant, annoying baby took over. This couldn't be happening. He had to act now or it would be too late. The human was still working on her omni-tool, the asari just looking at the retracting bridge. He couldn't let them just throw his life away!

"RAAARRRGH!" Throwing the asari to the side, he grabbed the human by her throat.

"Now you listen to me and you listen good. I'm the strongest, fittest one around here and I'm going to call the shots." The human was chocking and turning blue, but Motch kept his grip. The asari was slowly getting back up. "I don't care about what the rules are, but when I say something, you better listen to me. Do you understand?"

The human, now completely blue, only managed a little gurgle. The asari was now up begging Motch to let her go. He stared in her eyes another second and flung her across the ground. As soon as he let her go, he had to cough. Then again and again, it got worse and worse. All he could remember was the feeling of his lungs slowly deteriorating and coming out of his throat. Finally it slowed down, only to show him what really came out of his mouth. The ground was covered in a puddle of yellow and orange fluid, meaning that he now wasn't only losing blood but also neuroconductive fluid. That was the first time he was really afraid he wouldn't make it. No! That just meant he had to work harder and faster.

"Motch, are you… are you alright?" The asari asked hesitantly. The human wasn't talking, but she stood massaging her throat looking at him with a mixed expression of disgust and worry.

"I'm fine, so you can get off me." He got up, eager to see if he really had the rights of being a leader.

"Now I say, since this mission has gone to the Void, we should give up on it. Human! I want you to look for the nearest hangar, or anything that might have a ship yet."

"What? You're crazy! We have a mission to do! And it's not like the reapers would leave ships hanging around!"

"I thought we agreed that you'd listen to my commands. Now search for a nearby spaceport or hanger. I'll worry about whether it has ships or not."

Motch could obviously see the human didn't like it, but she had no choice. She turned away and started typing on her omni-tool. Then the asari approached him.

"Motch, I don't know anything about krogan biology, but that's obviously not normal. Are you sure you don't need medical attention?"

Well of course I need medical attention, he thought, but not like I'm going to let some alien heal me. You know nothing about our ways! Instead he replied with "I am fine. That coughing is nothing I can't handle." And he ended with a cough, wiping away the blood. Trying to show that he was feeling normal he said: "See? I'm fine. Now drop it."

"You are not fine! You're-"

"I told you: drop it." He growled, which shut her up.

After an awkward silence, the human spoke again.

"I mapped out all hangers and the spaceport. I guess you'll want to go by them one by one, but as your … self proclaimed tactical advisor, I still say we can complete our mission first."

Ha! That human had some nerve, he thought. As much as he still hated her, he had to admire it. But that didn't change his plan.

"No. We'll go by them one by one until I, uh, we, can get offworld." He didn't mention the fact that a one-man ship would be good enough. Even if they did find a big enough vehicle, he'd space them and go to Tuchanka as soon as he could.
They left in an awkward silence with tension hanging in the air, but Motch didn't give one damn.

The first few hangers were empty. Cleared out by reapers or civies. Now it was getting really dark and they were going to the spaceport. Motch began to get desperate and irritated at everything.
The aliens were talking behind his back again. He tried to listen in before, but they made it clear he wasn't allowed to hear. After a few tries, he gave up. They wouldn't be planning against him. They didn't have enough people in the team to take him down anyway! His mind wandered to how he could fight those two. Of course he would never do it, at least not in these circumstances, but that didn't stop him from replaying it each time in his head. Ahh, the glory –

"Motch, in front of you!" one of the aliens suddenly shouted. He looked up to see a part krogan monster charging at him. Finally a worthy opponent. Bracing himself for impact, the monster slammed into him, pushing him to his back. More enemies appeared, and the aliens had spread out. Maybe they even fled like the cowards they were.
Getting hit from all sides, he took his chance and charged the monster himself. It anticipated this however, picked him up and threw him away. Motch landed right next to a skinny reaper, and promptly ripped it in two. With more troops coming at him from all sides, he felt his blood pump faster again. Ha! Another blood rage! Let's just hope that this time I get to remember the glory in battle! He thought, just before his memories blacked out.

So I'm going on a trip from 1st of April to 7th, without my pc. That means I can't write or update. But after that I'll write as good and fast as I can, because I actually have people reading my story! Sorry, I just never thought that I would write well enough for some people to want to read this.

Anyway, if you didn't notice, I change perspective each story. I'm going through all squad members, so a certain Turian's story has to be told yet! That said, I could always go back in time and kill him. But don't worry, I have my story planned out and I'm just trying to confuse you guys.

Hope it was interesting to hear a krogan's thoughts (at least, what they are according to me). Making a krogan disease was also fun, and who's going to say it doesn't exist? Only the krogan themselves know about there medical issues (as stated with Grunt's LM in ME2). And if you didn't get it, it's a deadly disease if left untreated.

Furthermore: ha, a cliffhanger and I can't update for a while. I know I'm evil. Oh, well, what are you going to do?

And just talking in general here, not to any specific person, but here's why I stressed about scions and collectors and stuff. I just didn't want people being like "Oh, there's a praetorian and no collectors. Fake!" I just want it to be as canon as possible. I actually don't think I'll have a scion in my story, let alone collectors. I know they come back in the war, according to lore, but I just don't need them in my story.

And also not to anyone in particular, I hope my sentences aren't to confusing this time. I usually just write, and then get to lazy or stubborn to check and correct it.

Wow, my author's comments are about as long as the chapter! I'll stop talking (or writing, whatever) now.