Author's Note: Okay then, Leviathan can be thought of the first of the Two part chapters, going to be more of those going forward, if we're lucky then we'll be able to cover a mission per chapter soon. Read, Review, Favourite and Enjoy!


Chapter 12: Rebuilding Tuchanka Part 1

Saren was in a nightmare. After giving his report, and turning over the totally stolen fabricators that he was absolutely certain would get back to their proper owners, Leo had taken him aside so that he could fulfil his earlier promise to him to replace his arm. Sure the Turian naively thought, little realising that he would be left in the care of the Chittering horrors. After having his armour removed and being strapped down to a medical table a blue light went over his body and scanned him from head to two. The little monsters produced a hologram of his entire body and proceeded to tear it apart with their numerous tentacles exposing the various insides within his arm while the Tebrid's spent an unhealthy amount of time examining each piece as if possessed.

"Kill me now. Please."


As Saren questioned the best method by which to off himself while strapped down and helpless Shepard and Wrex were in the quarters that Wrex had taken for his own use. The room was rather cramp, it had nothing to do with giving Wrex a small room, since taking into account his sheer bulk the Union had naturally given him an equally large room. No it had to do with what Shepard and Wrex were using as a coffee table.

"They're taking you off of active duty?" Wrex asked looking at Shepard incredulously.

"Mom's so Dragon's be damned protective. That doesn't even take into consideration that every one who came into contact with that thing is getting a physical." Shepard let out a sigh as she continued to explain. "You saw what it did to the Batarians."

"That means you're free for a while?" Wrex asked as he rapped his hand on the 'Coffee Table.' "Gotta go crack some heads back home."

"Mom would probably assign the mad scientist to watch me if I leave the ship." Shepard replied as she let out a sigh. Wrex chuckled sinisterly at that.

"Good. It'll save us some time if we can bring along someone who knows what they're talking about." Wrex explained cracking his neck.

"Giving the whole 'rallying your people together' thing a shot?" Shepard asked curiously.

"Another one anyway." Wrex stated shrugging his shoulders.

"Tried once already?" Shepard replied as she pored herself another drink.

"After the Rebellions." Wrex stated letting out a sigh. "I was leader of one of the Urdnot tribes after we all got kicked back to our home world. We were small but thanks to me influential. The Genophage hadn't rendered us completely infertile, when other warlord's were calling for a return to arms I had us focusing on breeding." Wrex leaned in over his steak. "It was bad back in those days Shepard. If you were a female Krogan back then." Wrex shuddered at the thought of it. "I was one of the heads cool enough back then to negotiate... marriages of convenience, or at the very least one night stands of convenience for lack of a better term." A night in bed for an extra warrior to join the alliance, not a bad deal. "I was trusted to beat the other contenders off with a stick."

"So you were always a beast then?" Shepard asked smirking at her new friend.

"During my rite of passage I killed a Thresher Maw on foot." Shepard didn't know what a Thresher Maw was, and only had a vague idea what a rite of passage was in this case, she'd have to look that up later. "You saw what I did to those shriekers, imagine what I was like back in my prime!" Wrex straightened himself out as he beamed with pride, before slowly exhaling and suddenly looking like a kicked dog. "Then the alliance fell apart. I let the alliance fall apart."

"What happened?" Shepard asked looking at Wrex concerned.

"I was the strongest voice calling for the Krogan to focus on survival, my father was the strongest voice calling for a return to arms. As you can imagine we weren't on the best of terms with one another, but we both wanted our differences reconciled peacefully, less more precious Krogan get killed in the resulting battle, or so I had thought." Wrex let out the sigh of an exhausted broken thing. "To my surprise my father had called a Crush, a meeting in the sacred burial grounds of my people the Hollows where violence was forbidden. I thought it was a trap, my bed mates thought it was a trap, my tribesmen thought it was a trap. But, once upon a time, even I held something sacred." Wrex let out a harrumph of derision, as if saying that he would never be foolish enough to do that again. "We argued for hours, and as we both predicted our ideals were irreconcilable. Yet when the meeting had ended rather than a shuttle to take him back to his camp he instead revealed his men hiding among the tombstones, like cowards." Wrex growled, and his ryncol can suffered his wrath. "My Krant, Men I had fought alongside with, men who I would die for, were cut down in front of me in cold blood." Wrex's hand had started to glow blue with biotic power, his plate of sweets the two had been eating off of rising into the air. "I tore his men apart one by one, I plunged my knife into my father's chest, tore him open, and ripped out his still beating hearts like he ripped out mine!" Wrex leaned back and sighed, the levitating objects hitting the crude table. "By that point the damage had been done. I learned the truth, my people would rather die than admit that we've been defeated. I was no longer able to lead and despite my best attempts..." Wrex breathed deeply. "Because of my best attempts, the alliance fell apart, and for three hundred years I've cared about nothing but myself."

"Why tell me this?" Shepard asked looking concerned.

"Because if you are serious about helping my people, if this is something you honestly want to do, then you need to know what you are getting into." The last time his people accepted help from outsiders the ensuing series of events left them worse off than where they were before. Shepard tapped her fingers a couple of times, then she reached over and pulled up her tablet.

"Hang on I know that it's here somewhere." Shepard pulled up a file, the Charter for the Stellar Union, declaring what a race needs to accomplish before they can join the union. "Unity of approximately three quarters of the species." That is already a pretty big hurdle to overcome, Wrex had to admit. "Achieved Spaceflight." It's against Union laws to uplift a species, if they were to join the charter of rights then they had to get off of the home world to sign the documents.

"Do using ships built by other races count?" That was another pretty big hurdle, Wrex had to admit.

"Probably, otherwise the big ceremony being planned by the Union welcoming the Quarian's is going to look slightly hypocritical." Shepard kept looking. "Agree to standardise education from the period of time that the subject can walk until the subject is a biological adult." Wrex made a sharp intake of air at that.

"What is it?"

"The Females are fanatically overprotective of the young." Wrex admitted and Shepard sighed.

"I'm not a senator, you should really be talking about this with someone who knows what they're doing." Shepard stated putting the tablet down.

"I hold no respect for Senators, and I don't trust them either. And neither will my people. I'm speaking to someone they will trust, an elite warrior that has fought alongside a Krogan in battle." Wrex and Shepard stared at each other, holding a conversation that was neither telepathic or verbal with each other.

"Mr. Urdnot, we've arrived at the coordinates that you have given us." EDI's voice echoed out from a speaker in the wall.

"Thank you EDI." Shepard replied in Wrex's place.

"Am I gonna need body armour where we're going?" Wrex smiled like a shark to Shepard's question.


The two grossly strong aliens paid a visit to the laboratory where they grabbed Skeletor and kidnapped him as they brought him to the planet below.

"Honestly, I have samples in my lab that I need to tend to, can this really not wait?" Skeletor asked looking at between the two with blatant displeasure.

"Your victims can wait for later you miserable corpse. I'm about to get half of what you need to cure the Genophage." Wrex growled as he got off the shuttle to take him planet-side while carrying the 'coffee table' from before, Shepard pushing Skeletor along as she followed. "Tell your shuttle to go back to the ship, someone'll try to steal it while we're gone."

"You hear that Mr. Moreau?" Shepard asked into her ear piece.

"Get off of the set of Mad Max in space before I get strung up as a stage prop? I like this plan." The shuttle took off back to the ship.

"Hold it." Two Krogan were at the door. "Beyond this point is the territory of Urdnot Wreav if you-"

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Wrex had suddenly burst out laughing.

"What is it?" Shepard asked looking at Wrex oddly.

"I was afraid that I would have to hunt the idiot down." Wrex stated as he shook his head. "Turns out he thought to try and make himself King. This'll only take a minute, Wreav has always been a pushover."

"Did you not hear what I just-" The Krogan was picked up by a Biotic field and thrown through the gate leading into the camp area.

The Krogan looked like they were in a meeting of some kind, or dinner it was honestly hard to tell, one of them sat on a crude throne made out of rubble stacked on top of itself, looked a little like Wrex, except for the scars that went down Wrex's face, this one didn't have any.

"Wrex!? What the void are you doing here!?" The Red Crested Krogan looked confused and a little unsettled.

"Wreav, never thought I would be happy to see you again." Wrex stated as he cracked his knuckles. Without warning Wreav was uncermoniously gripped in a Biotic field and dragged forward, slammed face first into the table his cronies had been sitting at and flung directly at Wrex. Wrex glowed with biotic power as he slammed his head directly into Wreav's own, a battle that Wreav lost leaving him writhing on the ground. "Wreav is a moron, if any of you think this to be false then say so." Silence. The Krogan looked more upset that their food had been over turned then the lost of their leader. "Good. If any of you have any sense left to you then you will wait here for more orders." Saying that Wrex grabbed Wreav by his foot and dragged him off.

"I would like a sterile environment if I am to collect any samples." Skeletor pointed out bluntly. "And my portable laboratory, at least, if I am to get any work done."

"How much space do you need for your lab." Wrex stated bluntly. "You can set it up anywhere in the camp ground that you like."

"Oh... fine!" The Lich went over to a clearing, stomping the ground as if testing the foundation.

"Nothing's going to fall out of the sky here right? I expressly explained that that's a bad idea on this planet." Wrex looked genuinely concerned, which in turn meant that Shepard should be concerned.

"It's a research ship not a drop pod." Shepard replied bluntly. "Did falling out of the sky one too many times traumatise you or something?" As they were saying that Skeletor planted a beacon and a few moments later a gothic themed ship landed in the area in front of Skeletor.

"All Lich ship's like that?" Wrex asked Shepard.

"They're drama queens. They've been at this for millions of years let them have their fun." Shepard stated as she walked forward.

Wreav had started to regain conscious as Wrex resumed dragging him off. By now curious Krogan had started to emerge from the camp and approach the ship.

"Gah!" Wreav was unceremoniously slammed into a dissection table and strapped into place. "Wrex! What's the meaning of this!?"

"Fertile Brother." Wrex pointed to himself and then Wreav. "Infertile Brother."

"Wrex you dare insult me you cow-Geh!" Wreav was suddenly cut off as Wrex grabbed him around his throat. "Shut up." Saying that Wrex head butted his brother again.

"If you like I can have a look at the post concussion syndrome that you are doubtlessly developing while I have you under my knife." The Lich had unrolled a length of cloth revealing several medical tools, most notably scalpels.

"Just the tissue samples." Wrex replied bluntly, Shepard could swear she saw a nervous twitch from Wrex looking at the scalpel. A few awkward moments later and the Lich was running the samples through his computer. "Now what?" Wrex asked looking at the Skeleton awkwardly.

"This will take some time. The individual proteins must be unravelled, the DNA analysed, the biochemistry carefully adjusted. In short, between several hours and several days worth of grunt work, depending on how busy my assistants are." As Skeletor explained, he opened a video chat with the ship.

"Away with you foul demons!" A figure that suspiciously looked like Saren was being restrained by several Custodians as he seemed to try attacking several Tebrids, who were fearlessly swinging an electric prod at him.

"Odd. He must've had a bad reaction to the anesthetic." Skeletor stated while stroking an imaginary beard.

"Your assistants gave a alien known for their tricky bio-chemistry anesthetic?" Shepard asked and Skeletor let out a sigh.

"Tebrids! Out, out!" Skeletor snapped as he proceeded to shoo the two out of his ship. "I have to go corral my laboratory!" The two not-scientists left the research ship and was greeted by a group of Krogan.

"Now that Business has been taken care of: Urdnot Wrex." Wrex gestured to either side of himself. "Elder brother of the one you know as Urdnot Wreav, to my immense misfortune." A mixture of reactions went through the crowd, some were in awe, others paled. While Wreav was sitting here smashing his face into buttons for firing nukes at the other clans Wrex had been out in the Galaxy spreading the name and glory of Urdnot, stomping Turians, snapping Salarians fighting in every battle front across known space, and beyond, for the past three hundred years. "While my idiot brother has been..." Wrex looked around at the camp grounds. "Leading? Conquering? Blowing holes in the environment?" Based on the reactions of the crowd that last one seemed to have been the case. "Of course he has." What Wreav doesn't understand or appreciate is that Nuclear weapons are basically useless for accomplishing his goals. He can't take the territory because it's radioactive, even if you take into consideration Krogan hardiness then he won't be able to do anything with the land, and he can't grow the clan any by vaporising would be converts. "I have been tending to the affairs of the future of our species. Send a runner to the female camp, or has my idiot brother ruined our relationship with them?" Several Krogan started to awkwardly scratch the back of their necks. Wrex smacked himself in the face. "Shepard..."

"Jeoff, we're gonna need the shuttle."


A few short hours later and the Shuttle had flown a couple of miles away from the main Krogan camp, delivered a message to the female camp, received clearance, went over the rest of the way.

"And who or what are you suppose to be?" Shepard was stunned, the Krogan drink tea! Sitting in front of Shepard on a crude couch made out of stone was a vaguely feminine sounding Krogan, dressed not in armour as every other Krogan she's ever seen thus far but rather a dark cloth with lots of beads covering every part of her body, including around her face.

"Jane Shepard, Human Dragoon of the Stellar Union." Shepard replied while drinking suspect liquid out of what she could've sworn was a flower pot.

"Name. Species. Rank. Government." Urdnot Bakara summarised as she mused the various names in her head. "Your voice sounds slightly synthesised, a little crude in comparison to the citadel." The leader of the Female camp breathed in an aroma of the brew while she drank through the same holes in the cloth that she saw. "But that armour isn't."

"Yeah. We don't tend to sink a lot of work into synthesised voices." Shepard indicated her head. "Lot of us can communicate telepathically, language ciphers can be created and distributed on the fly, provided you have permission of the party whose skull you're mucking about in." Mostly a formality, Shepard wasn't rude after all.

"The Synthesizer is fine." Bakara stated simply. "And we've gotten off topic. You have a lot of names but you haven't told me who you are yet."

"These days I'm mostly Wrex's drinking buddy." Shepard stated simply. If the look in Bakara's eyes was any indication Shepard said the wrong thing.

"So, Wrex is still drinking." Bakara stated as she let out a sigh.

"Take it you two are familiar with each other?" Shepard asked looking at Bakara suspiciously. "What did Wrex tell you about his time as clan leader?"

"He gave me the bluff notes up until he crashed after killing his father." Shepard explained shrugging her shoulders before she took a drink of the Tea. Ah. From the same proud species responsible for Ryncol she realised.

"One can hardly call making decisions that affect the future of the entire clan on the verge of being black out drunk 'the best that they can do'." Bakara explained bluntly.

"Yes." Shepard couldn't argue with that. "Wrex was in mourning, the lost of his father and his brothers." Shepard stated letting out a sigh. "It's no surprise that he would be drinking in excess. But things are different now because now he's done what he should've done back then: he's asked for help."

"From you?" Bakara asked looking unimpressed. "What are you going to do that the Salarians didn't?" Shepard wanted to call down the High lord to sort through this nonsense, either that or Udina. But the Krogan don't respect Politicians. Let's hope this one respects warriors.

"The Union holds all of it's citizenry to a bare-minimum standard, which includes the ability to read, write and do mathematics. At the request of the planetary leader a school can be set up for young Krogan to learn things up until they are a biological adult." Bakara snorted.

"That's quite a commitment you know." One full century. "It's meant to start after they are able to walk, that's what fourty years old for you guys?" Shepard asked looking at the Krogan woman brow cocked.

"Fifteen more accurately. That's still a long time for most creatures." Bakara stated making her opinion known.

"Good. For some teaching is a life long career. For humans the standard is to raise the grade of education the subject is going through by one each year that they're in the system." It isn't any more of a commitment than what the Asari have to make.

"We don't have much to contribute to your community. Aside from warriors that is." Eve looked at Shepard with nothing but suspicion.

"Soldiers have their place in every society." Shepard stated shrugging her shoulders.

"Do you mean to imply that your Union will draft our entire clan?" Bakara asked as she narrowed a glare at Shepard.

"That's not remotely what I said." Shepard snapped by way of reply. "Standard Union education covers biology, engineering, mathematics and various languages. It's meant to cover a wide and diverse array of different fields so that those who take it can enter a variety of different jobs and employment opportunities." Shepard stated as she let out a sigh. "Even I know enough to tell you how we plan on curing the Genophage."

"So how do you plan on curing the Genophage?" Bakara asked looking at Shepard brow cocked. Shepard didn't walk into that one, she had a head on collision with it at full speed and a few short minutes later Bakara was nodding her head with the explanation. "Fine then, you have a doctor, we have sick and wounded. I will see him for myself."


Shepard's description of 'Mildly unsettling' was an exaggeration. Bakara has been buried in a shallow grave, she's stared down a Thresher maw without blinking, this Void's Night prop turned doctor did not scare her. Certainly not nearly as much as the thought that the bastard who raped her sister under his 'tender care' brought a smile to her features.

"Urdnot Wreav so we meet again." At some point in time someone had clamped a muzzle over Wreav's face, a decision that Bakara whole heartily approved. She also noted the fact that someone had removed Wreav's armour as well and made several now sewn stitches into his... delicate nether regions. "Ah. Don't mind if I do." Evidently crotch kicks were a universal weak spot.

"Please do not torture my samples." The suited prop requested while he pressed a button on the console and Wreav was retracted into a pod of some kind and put into storage with several others. Did she want to know what he was doing with those? Probably not.

The Doctor had in a few short hours removed over a hundred pieces of shrapnel, synthesised twelve anti-biotics for different infections, treated over a dozen different injuries, and managed to bring to their knees at least two Krogan on the verge of the blood rage.

"Something to your displeasure?" The suited corpse asked looking at Bakara suspiciously.

"Our kind hold great respect for doctors. It's not easy to bring down a Krogan in the middle of the blood rage without killing them." Bakara stated looking at the creature suspiciously.

"I hadn't notice." Nor did the synth look up from his samples. "Now that your people's injuries have been treated perhaps you should go talk with the new clan leader?"

Bakara nodded her head as she followed Wrex out of the research ship, finally leaving Shepard alone with the mad doctor. Wrex had suspended his 'coffee table' behind the throne, a massive sealed display case displaying the form of the Prethoryn that he had made into a corpse back on Tyrador. Wrex wasn't on his throne right now, he was talking with Fortack, a Krogan that Bakara knew as the one who enabled Wreav's hobby of reducing the other clans into radioactive ashes by building said tools of destruction, by the sounds of things they were having a argument about a irrigation channel. By the sounds of things Fortack wasn't happy that he was being taken off of making weapons of mass destruction. They seemed to finish the argument on the compromise that Fortack can still make guns, but after he finishes the his civil engineering duties. In all fairness guns are an important part of Krogan society, there's too many unpleasant creatures on this planet for them not to be.

"I met your 'drinking buddy.'" Bakara stated and Wrex let out a sigh by way of response.

"Hello Bakara." The Krogan chief turned around to face the woman in question. "You're looking better."

"So are you." Bakara replied bluntly. "I see the Union outfitted you with some fancy new armour. Is that how much it took to buy your loyalty?" Bakara asked looking at the Krogan chieftan with blatant suspicion.

"The continued survival of my species is how they bought my loyalty." Wrex replied bluntly looking Bakara dead in the eye, unblinking.

"The Salarian's made a similar promise once upon a time." Bakara stated as she looked back at Wrex with blatant suspicion.

"The Salarian's are fools." Wrex stated bluntly. "And we're too desperate to be suspicious. Luckily the Council and Union alike are desperate enough to call upon every single force that they can for aid." Wrex replied bluntly as he worked on the Tablet Shepard gave him.

"Because of that?" Bakara asked indicating the creature displayed behind Wrex's throne. "Reminds me of the Rachni. In fact it reminds me dangerously of the Rachni." Bakara was afraid. Afraid of history repeating itself. Instead of Rachni it was this mutilated creature, instead of the Salarians it's the union or their humans.

"Yes. But this is going to be different because we're going to be different." The news hasn't reached Tuchanka yet. Makes sense, the Blood Pack hadn't been released from Union custody yet. Wrex finally got the projector setting working on his tablet too, luckily enough the rest of the clan started to gather around too. From the tablet a holographic projection was released, showing the fight against the Prethoryn Swarm on Tyrador, and later on the wrestling match with Sovereign over Khar'shan. "The Union doesn't have slaves, and it has no need for warriors, whatever we are going to be going forward we aren't going to be the same as we were before or now."


Review Section:

RonaldM40196867: True. If you mean in Mass Effect no one comes to mind. If you mean in my story then plenty, this is still only the beginning after all.

Guest: Thanks.

Clown2107: Don't forget that Sovereign chose to leave instead of fighting, the Union might not be ready to 1v1 the Reapers but they aren't on the level where Reaper ships can just wipe them with impunity. They already knew from the Lich's how Reaper indoctrination works, that and having dug up their wreckage a few times. The issue with trying to root the Reaper's powers in real world science is that real world science can counteract them if you understand how they work, cancelling sound with equal yet opposite frequencies is a real world thing. 'The Consequences can be left to the next generation to deal with' A Salarian saying, probably common during the Rachni wars.

Avora111: Yes. I specifically used the 'Suited Corpse' character profile when I was making the species.

Gianfranco Cembran: Yes. Which leads me to my next statement, go back and read the story.

Eb-8: I could do that.