Okeer

I began tuning out Jedore's constant shouting over the loudspeaker long ago.

She asks for an army of strong, tank-bred krogan, so that's what I give her... as long as she doesn't interfere with my work... creating the ideal krogan... the "pure", perfect krogan- It took me years to come this far, and now, I'm almost done.

This legacy of mine... I've made him exactly the way a krogan should be. The way we used to be, long ago.

But now, I'm being delayed by the mere barking orders of some weak-willed, human woman. From the Blue Suns, no less. ...Such paranoia comes with being a high-ranking leader, for some. And it doesn't matter whether you're a mercenary commander, or some bullshit politician on the Citadel. I have never been so weak... so pathetic.

But still, I've never gotten enough respect for anyone to accept my ideals about dealing with the genophage.

I told them to screw the damned disease! Ignore it! Show those fucking amphibians and reptiles that we are above them!

And my legacy... my grunt... He shall be the first to proudly present that example. He shall be the first to truly rise above the weak krogan that have survived.

One to rise above the disgrace of our people.