Tuchanka 2322. 136 years after the Reaper War.

The roars of Tuchanka shook the planet to its core. Hundreds of thousands of krogan gathered, though only the ones who were closest to the ancient krogan would be able to view the remembrance directly. John Shepard and Tali'Shepard were the only non-krogan organics standing before the pyre. While at first reluctant to allow it, once the reasoning was explained Urdnot Grunt and the ancient krogan nearby had allowed the geth prime to remain near her side. It remained hunched and out of the way as well as it could, though it was within a moment's pace of being able to provide assistance. The elder quarian woman leaned into her husband, his strength helping her stay balanced without sway in the harsh Tuchankan winds. Soon the prime took his place, as Shepard went to participate in the ceremony.

The death of a krogan clan leader had always been held sacred to their species. Petty differences would be halted, clans not actively at war would gather, and a brief moment of peace would befall Tuchanka to give the honored leaders their farewell.

This deeply held honor limited those in attendance, though it would be recorded for the galaxy to mourn as well. Wrex had outlived most of the crew of the SR-1, despite being over nine hundred years old when he first boarded the ship. His courage, determination, and resolve united the krogan people. They now sat among the rest of the galaxy as equals, having both contributed to the Reaper War as well as proven their warmongering would remain in check. Colosseums similar to those seen in ancient human cultures had helped immensely, giving the ferocious species an outlet for their natural borne will to fight. Rarely did these result in death, helping their population grow for their new colonies, though tempered compared to how fast they hypothetically could reproduce. Wrex's vision for the future would remain, though it would now rely on the people he had led to carry the torch.

Undoubtedly by planning, either by Wrex himself or those he trusted in his steed, the ceremony was near the ruins of the shroud. A plaque made from the hull of a starship, etched by the acid of a thresher maw, spoke of the deeds of the salarian Mordin Solus at the base of the ruins. The one who's sacrifice had cured them of the genophage, and allowed Urdnot Wrex to lead his people to a promising future.

Tuchanka didn't have the luxury of many large trees, such as many homeworlds of other species. A large bed of native foliage lay beneath the body of the weathered krogan. Surrounding this bedding, metal covers had been erected for protection against the harsh environment that forged their people. Shepard's mind was in turmoil as he waited his turn; krogan as ancient as Wrex himself gave their respect, taking the shaman's blade, and adding drops of their blood to the base of the pyre. A loud roar followed their ceremonial offering, the vocalizations providing strength to the krogan people. The clan of the one who began the roar would echo it in return, showing solidarity for their clan and their leader.

Shepard sliced into his hand, ignoring the possibility of infection from the weathered blade, and made his offering. The few specks of gray in his hair contrasted his true age, as the human had been on this planet many times before. For Tali to participate in this would be suicide. She remained vigilant towards her husband, even if much of her balance was being provided by the geth. Shepard turned to the gathering, krogan warriors as far as his cybernetically enhanced eyes could see, and roared as best as he could. His, in contrast to the ones before, his cry was not of strength power. Shepard's was clearly filled with the pains of losing his long-time friend, the pain of the length of his existence. Again in contrast to before, no single clan joined him. The roars in return, echoing the pain of his loss, came from every krogan, continuing until each had the chance to add to the symphony. Soon, the fire was ignited by the shaman, near beginning near the offerings of krogan, and some human, blood. Urdnot Wrex's body slowly turned to dust, returning to the Tuchankan soil that birthed the ancient krogan warrior.