Garrus had no reason to step foot on Tuchanka other than the fact Shepard had asked him to come. Thoughts plagued his mind about events between the two of them and now he was going to go under fire with her again.
If I can't get my head in the game I'm not going to be around for her to book a room with. Maybe I'll get lucky and they can give Grunt whatever he needs quickly and I can get off this rock.
Wrex was happy to see Shepard when they landed. He immediately greeted his old friend and began to explain how he was attempting to unite the clans, changing the traditions of the old krogan. Garrus continually kept an eye on the other members of Clan Urdnot that were in the area. Shepard was right about how he would feel once they were planet side, and could tell that there was still animosity between the two species. He had decided not to speak much to Wrex and keep in the background while the two caught themselves up on the events on the past two years.
I think this more than makes up for "the incident" Shepard.
"I have a krogan on my crew, he has some kind of sickness and needs treatment." Shepard motioned towards Grunt who took a step forward.
"Where are you from whelp? Was your clan destroyed before you could learn what is expected of you?" Wrex shifted in his seat.
"I have no clan. I was tank bred by Warlord Okeer. My line distilled from Kreddock, Morrow, Chiager.."
"You recite warlords but you are the offspring of a syringe." Gatatog Uvenk, a visiting clan leader who had been in discussion with Wrex, interjected.
"I am pure krogan, you should be in awe."
"Okeer is a very old name… A very hated name." Wrex rubbed the underside of his chin.
"He is dead." Grunt shrugged his shoulders.
"Of course, you're with Shepard. How could he be alive?"
"Does that name mean anything to you Wrex?" Shepard had crossed her arms and taken a step forward.
She's still wearing the armor that hugs her every curve. Garrus focus on the krogan, not on your commanding officers body…
"A viscous warlord responsible for many deaths, who apparently toyed with genetics… A clone undertaking taking The Rite?" Wrex looked from Shepard back to Grunt.
"You are considering it? Tank bred allowed status as an adult? This is too far." The clan leader from Uvenk tried to speak out against Wrex but went unheard.
"There's nothing wrong with him Shepard, he's becoming a full adult."
"Adolescence? Can't we just take him to Omega and buy him a few dances." Garrus shrugged his shoulders as he glanced at Grunt.
Shepard gave a smile at Garrus as they rode towards the site in one of the trucks. Once Wrex had given the go ahead for Grunt to take The Rite, there was nothing that was going to stop Shepard from getting it done. Speaking to the Shaman was a breeze for someone like her, and Garrus didn't mind watching her head-butt Uvenk either.
I always thought that the human saying "being hard headed" was just figurative. I guess things with Shepard things just tend to be a little more literal… That brings thoughts to mind about what she had said about being flexible…and what she will think of my reach?
Watching Shepard kill varren and klixen during The Rite was a pleasure for Garrus. She was so focused and graceful as she moved on the battlefield. The Commander was never taken by surprise regardless what was being thrown at her and it had reminded him why he was so attracted to her. Her attention to the bigger picture was immaculate and had allowed them to all come through the first two rounds unscathed.
"Ready?" She looked at Grunt and then at Garrus before hitting the switch for the third time. The ground resonated underneath them as the maw hammer hit. Krogan history blared through the overhead speakers as they stood on the platform and a turquoise appendage began flailing back and forth in the distance.
Shepard showed no hesitation as she began to fire on the thresher maw. Garrus and Grunt followed her lead enabling them to kill the beast within a few moments. The crew was ready for extraction but there was another surprise waiting for them, Clan leader Uvenk.
"You live, and you brought down the thresher maw. No one has done that in generations, Urdnot Wrex was the last." Uvenk approached them.
"My krant gave me strength beyond my genes. Which are damned good." Grunt motioned towards Shepard and Garrus.
"This will cause discussion. I wonder… you say you are pure? No alien meddling in your construction? Just warlord Okeer?"
"The best krogan traits are distilled into Grunt. He's designed to be perfect." Shepard crossed her arms.
"Being designed is the problem. But not made by aliens. And he is powerful. That is a tolerable loophole."
"A what?" Questioned Grunt.
"A reason to accept you. You are a mistake, but your potential could tip the balance of the clans."
"You spit on my father's name. On Shepard's name! But now you stop ranting because I'm strong?" Grunt was beginning to pace back and forth as he spoke.
"With restrictions. You could not breed of course. Or serve on an alien ship. But you'd be clan in name."
"It's your choice Grunt. Sounds like an easy job." Shepard looked at Grunt, uncrossing her arms.
"That's the problem. I'm pure krogan. Uvenk, you are the pretender!" Grunt growled at Uvenk.
"Your head is valuable whether you are alive or dead!" Uvenk removed his weapon.
"Just try to take it!" Grunt snarled as he motioned to Shepard. They immediately moved behind piles of rubble.
I just had to come to Tuchanka and get in the middle of a krogan firefight. Even worse is that she keeps smiling at me making me tingle while doing this.
Garrus watched as Grunt ran head first into other krogan, his blood rage controlling the way in which he fought. Shepard smiled looked at Garrus before leaving cover and downing another charging krogan. He pulled out his sniper rifle and began to take aim at Uvenk.
Damn, he's got a biotic shield.
Almost as if hearing Garrus's thoughts, Shepard moved in on Uvenk, picking his shield apart piece by piece. Garrus was able to take the kill shot as soon as it was down. He holstered the Mantis and followed Shepard to the area The Rite took place, preparing for extraction. Once back in Urdnot territory, Shepard and Grunt went to meet with the Shaman about the completion of The Rite while Garrus ventured over to Wrex.
"You know that krogan women have a thing for scars Garrus. You trying to make a statement while here on Tuchanka?" Wrex's lips attempted a krogan-esque smile.
"Well Wrex, I wanted to make sure to give you a run for your money. I can't have the leader of Clan Udnot thinking he is the most handsome man on the planet."
"Shepard is far from a krogan. I hope you didn't do that to impress her."
"Wait, how did…I didn't do anything to give you that idea while I was here. I barely said a word until now."
"It's obvious in how you look at her. I've seen you look at a few females if memory serves, but nothing like the way you watch her. I bet seeing Liara and her together was interesting." Wrex stifled a chuckle.
"I'm not the jealous kind Wrex. You of all people should know that."
At least I want to say I'm not.
"But you have never been with someone like Shepard either. I guess it was only a matter of time before you two figured out that your talks in the mako were more than just friendly."
"She's quite a woman, even if she is human." Garrus pulled his collar.
"Woman Garrus? She's a hell of a human period." Wrex chuckled as Shepard joined them.
"Did I miss something?" She looked from Wrex to Garrus.
"Just catching up Shep. I'll meet you back on the Normandy." Garrus began to trek over the piles of rubble.
Well, she didn't get me killed on Tuchanka.
"Hey Garrus!" Shepard yelled as she ran over to him, "can we talk?"