Alex walked slowly behind the strange woman, unconsciously shifting as he did. "What kind of technologies have they come up with in my absence?" "Are there other sentient races out there?" "What types of weapons do they have now?" These were the type of questions that ran though Alex's head while he walked.

He didn't know what it was, but something felt... off. Like something had been taken from him and replaced with something totally different. It had to do with his current genetic structure, he knew, but he didn't have the time to sit there and "look" through his DNA.

As it was, he didn't have time for anything other than getting on this "ship" as Shepard had put it. Of course, he had no real reason to hurry, it was just a feeling he had. A sense that something bad was about to happen, and if Alex was anything at this point, it was paranoid.

The viral monstrosity was about to pipe up and ask Shepard a few questions pertaining to the current state of things, when he "felt" the bushes to his left move.

Alex had always had a "sense" of sorts. It was like an enhanced version of electroreception, able to sense the naturally occurring electricity within the bodies of others, and, as he had discovered at a later date, visually show him where they were.

Though he had heard, and even smelled the man long before now, he had assumed he was dying, by his short, laborious breaths, and deemed him a non-threat. His current observations proved him right, however, peculiarly enough, the thing was still active and moving.

From his and Shepard's standpoint, the man was totally invisible. Having hid himself well, behind the small copse of trees and bushes.

Had he not been there, Shepard would have most likely died within the next ten seconds.

There was an audible "snikt" as something was drawn, and a mass of red painted metal launched itself from the bushes. Alex reacted instantly, though lazily, as he reached out and grabbed the would-be assassin. Lifting him into the air with ease. Shepard turned around just in time to witness this, and stare in awe at what she saw.

There was Alex, lifting up a fully grown krogan like it was a plaything. Even swinging the blood pack mercenary around and slamming him into a wall, creating a small dent as he did. Though she didn't know much about krogan physiology herself, she was pretty sure they were impossible to pick up conventionally, much less with one arm.

Now Alex knew a lot about how aliens, and even monsters, were supposed to look. But never in his life had he seen something do damned ugly. The thing looked like one of godzillas baby's had taken steroids, grown a bigger pair of arms, and developed a crest of some sort behind its head. And if that didn't register on the ugly scale, it seemed like half of its face was burned off.

Alex took a quick glance at Shepard, noting the shocked look on her face. He smirked to himself, apparently this thing-whatever it was-was supposed to be heavy. A sadistic grin spread across his face, and he subconsciously reached across, to place his hand under the things chin."Why did you try to kill her?" Alex spoke, getting right to the point. The disturbing (at least to Shepard) grin, still plastered firmly on his face.

"None of your business, you filthy human" the krogan responded, disgust evident in its voice. Alex sighed, even in an inter-galactic time, there were still racists. Or would it be specistsnow? Alex didn't care. Or at least not enough to pursue the thought, as he slammed the krogan against the metal wall causing an even larger dent this time, and forcing the mercenary to spit up blood.

"Let's try that again, shall we?" Alex said as he tried to form his claws. Keyword being tried. For as he tried to form his claws, he felt a tingling in his hand, instead of the customary cool numbness that always came with transforming, or even being damaged. He looked don't to his hand, only to shock himself, as instead of claws, there were red flames dancing about his arm. "What the fuck!?" Alex exclaimed, actually quite shocked for once.

"You think I'm scared of death, human? Don't think you can scare me just because you can do a few cheap tricks" Alex averted his gaze from his hand to glare at the lizard-creature. "You know what this is?" Alex said, his tone promising death at even the slightest sign of a lie. "Y-yes" the creature actually seemed shaken up by Alex's glare, as if sensing on an instinctual level that it had angered a predator much greater than itself.

"Well? Spit it out already!" Alex shouted, his patience wearing thin. "T-they're biotics." The krogan replied shakily. 'Biotics huh...' Alex thought "what exactly can I do with these biotics?" Alex asked, his glare persisting. "You can m-move things using your mind" the obviously uneducated krogan responded. 'Holy shit... The future really is like star wars!' Alex thought jokingly.

"Well, thanks for the info. But, unfortunately, you did try to kill my friend here" He drawled, all the while pulling his arm back, and when his arm finally reached its full length... He plunged it fist first through the heavily armored krogan, then hitting the wall behind the lizard man, spattering it with blood.

Alex removed his arm from the bloody mess, flicking his arm back and forth, attempting to get the blood off. Then, he remembered, 'Shepard' and his eyes widened. How could he be so stupid? She was standing right there! It was then that Alex heard the five words he had hoped not to hear for a while to come.

"What the fuck are you!?"

Aaaaaaaahhhhhh finally done. Sorry everyone for the delay, over the past weeks I have written five different versions of this, and all five were deleted thanks to this stupid iPad and my siblings. Yet again, sorry for the long wait. Hope you continue to follow this story and enjoy the chaos that ensues. Btw thanks for all the support on this story, you guys are amazing! (P.s. The reference in this one is pretty obvious lol)