Mass Effect Trilogy: Never Again

by xenowriter

Wrex's contract into Fist leads him to a new opportunity with a Spectre. He never really thought about any relationships or mates due to the genophage but he's drawn to Shepard. She's a fierce warrior who doesn't take crap from anyone. Their relationship remains platonic but it's a struggle with their sexual tension that could never bloom. Her love for Liara makes things difficult

1. Chapter 1

MASS EFFECT TRILOGY

NEVER AGAIN: CHAPTER 1

A chirp on the console notified Wrex of an incoming transmission. The caller was masked. Nothing to take alert of. Wrex was used to this when it came to his contracts. A lot of hits were by those that didn't want to be identified. Only a few openly gave their name or location. Those that did had nothing to lose.

"Good day, Krogan. I hope this is not a bad time. I'm an agent of the Shadow Broker." The caller started. A human male. Wrex's lack of answer prompted him to continue. "Sources say that you are one of the best bounty hunters in the Traverse." Wrex rolled his eyes at this. "You have a success rate of ninety percent."

Any pompous mercenary would diligently correct the man with a much higher percentage rate. Not, Urdnot Wrex. Numbers didn't bother him. "All these compliments make you look like a salarian trying to mate with me," He jabbed sharply. "What's the target?" He wasn't big on long talks. Just the logistics.

"Fist," The caller replied. "He's located at-"

"Chora's Den," Wrex cut him off. "Been to the Citadel multiple times. I know the place and who he is." He found it ironic that he frequented the gentleman club for other queries. Mostly scum who either ticked off the wrong black-market dealer or got in over their heads. Fist turned a blind eye to his visits since it didn't affect his business. The bouncers knew Wrex by name and reputation. Most of the time, he gave Fist a small courtesy cut of his fee for any disturbance. Now, it seemed like Wrex was coming after him. Anyone marked as an enemy of the Shadow Broker would be dead within a two standard days' cycle. If they were lucky to last that long. Hard to tell just how many mercs the Broker already lined up for the job before reaching out to him. "He must have pissed you guys off," He cracked a joke.

"That's none of your concern," The man curtly stated. "Our price will be 75,000 creds. We want him dead."

"Don't insult me," Wrex snapped harshly. All for show as he hoped to raise the bounty. Their price was much higher than he anticipated. "You said I was the best." He knew that they couldn't see the smirk on his reptilian face. It was their mistake to try to flatter him. He now had the advantage in the negotiations. "150,000."

"100,000," The male countered.

Wrex decided to see if he could push this guy again. He just had to be careful. This was a sweet gig and the creds were good. "100,000 and a crate of weapon mods. The good stuff. None of that human crap."

The line on the other end was silent for a few seconds. Wrex wasn't too sure if he pushed too much or if the request baffled the man. "An interesting request, krogan. We will accept your offer and will proceed to pay half now. We need this matter taken care of quickly. It is a time-sensitive issue."

"Then I need the full payment now due to the rush job," Wrex argued. "This will have to override the other contract that I have currently. I will lose creds on that and need to make up my loss." A pure lie, but very believable. Wrex was impressed with what he concocted.

"Agreed. Will transfer now in good faith that you will proceed immediately to your query."

"And the mods?" Wrex wasn't about to let it go.

"Barla Von will have them." The call ended.

A moment later, his omni tool flashed a notification to indicate that the transfer was a success. A hundred thousand creds were now safely in his secure account. For once in many centuries, Wrex smiled.