Wrex called up someone who owed him a favor. It was another krogan. I tried to learn his name. He ignored my attempts and Wrex advised me not to. I dropped the conversation. The ship we are traveling in is a midsize personal exploration ship. The max speed is nowhere close to what the normandy could pull off. A Lot of time needed to be killed.

We played some random games I downloaded from the omnitool app store until we got bored. Wrex noticed the wound on my palm. I explained to him what happened. My experience sounded familiar to him, although he could not place it. He offered to bandage it for me. I thanked him. While he was tending to my wound he said "Thank you *********. Not many people would give a damn, you do. I'll never forget this."

I ask. "You're welcome, Wrex. Why does your family armor mean so much to you? Is it to remember your dad?"

Wrex cackles. "HA! No. My old man tried to kill me. Luckily for me I reacted faster than he did."

I knew that was coming. "That… I can't imagine what that must have been like. If it isn't for family, what is it? Trying to restore your honor?"

"Nope. I am an honorable man. I don't need an antique to prove it" Wrex comments.

"So, what is it then?" I ask.

Wrex finishes bandaging my hand and takes a moment to himself. He is finding the words. "I grew to hate my race. I saw my people slowly crumble away. While our luck was pretty piss poor, how my people reacted sealed our fate. It didn't matter what I said or what ideas I had to improve things. They didn't listen. That armor is the last connection to a time my race had pride and vigor."

"I actually understand. While things weren't the greatest with mine and despite the harshness I had to deal with, a part of me is yelling at me to stop talking, but I love my people. I tried turning off my compassion for them, but it didn't work. For the longest time I could not understand why they didn't want things to improve. It is like they were blind to the things around them. I tried explaining things simply. They just gave me odd faces. One of my revelations during my mediations gave me the scariest thought I ever had. People are blind. They can't see past themselves. That is our problem Wrex, we are visionaries. The world we imagine in our heads can't exist."

"What did you do about that?"

"I gave up for a little while. I wished something really bad would happen that would wake people up. Later in life I realized it wouldn't work. The issue isn't how bad or great things can become. People are just trying to do what makes them happy as they should. The problem is they don't know what they want. Heck, even I don't know what I want. There are some things I think I want, but if I did get those things will that itch in my brain go away? I did so many unbelievable things. It only covered it up."

"There isn't hope is there?"

"Never say that. While things can always get worse, it can also always get better. Tell me Wrex, why are you waiting for the Krogan to improve their lives when we should be working to improve our little corner of this universe?"

Wrex tried to speak, but the words could not convey what he needed to express. The small dimly lit room fills the silence with dull engine noises. A glimmer of light shines in the bipedal lizard's eyes.

"I am supposed to be the old wise one here" Wrex chuckles.

"Hahaha. I learned from my teachers and by the mistakes of others. Do you want to hear something really weird?" I lean closer. Wrex hunches forward. There is no need to be quiet as our pilot is a room away. Being sneaky just fits the vibe of the conversation.

"The way things are, it is exactly how it is supposed to be. I know it is hard to digest but the things I see, the patterns of the universe, the flow of life, despite everything bad that happened to me, things eventually work in our favor, if we do it right."

"I wish I could believe you kid"

"I know. It was hard for me to accept at first. The good thing is I learned the world we imagine, It is nothing compared to the world we live in now. I stopped living in my head and started living out here. Way more interesting things happen."

"Thanks kid"

A puzzled look forms across my face. My head is pulled back. "For what?"

"Giving me hope"

We landed in the middle of who knows where. The coordinates are to a seemingly abandoned warehouse, one with an electric lock. The planet has a stronger gravity than earths. It wasn't much. My muscles feel denser. I feel like I gained twenty pounds if it was distributed everywhere. I jump up and down to become accustomed to the altered gravity. I could get used to this. Wrex walks up to the dull metal door. He leans his shotgun on the wall and rips the door clean off. SO COOL!

The warehouse is full of turian and batarian mercs. A couple of security drones fly around, creating an electric buzzing noise. The layout is freaking the same freaking same. All those colonial prefabs make the missions boring. Why can't we fight in a hexagon or something?

I crouched beside my friend and in a low voice asked, "You sure this is the right place?"

Wrex answers. "Positive. I saw those colors on their armor before. Some of these people are Saren's goons. It is here. Get ready"

"Isn't your buddy going to help us out?"

Wrex raises his hand and counts down from for. What is he planning?

"GO!"

The lights go dark. The drones fire but not at us. Screams of the mercs follow the bright flashes of lights. The drones explode in midair simultaneously. The lights illuminate the area. Wrex fires a massive biotic wave that launches the batarians in front of us into the ceiling, forming mushy red flapjacks. I take cover behind the crates and pick off any survivors. Their full attention is on Wrex. Any merc that sees me enjoys their last enjoyment of vision. We steadily advance to the doorway that leads to Wrex's armor. A turian hid behind the wall and tried to take us by surprise. His stomach gets filled with bits and pieces of shotgun pellets.

"There it is" Wrex spreads his arm wide. He is astonished. After centuries of searching, he has found it. Wrex sees himself wearing it as the light from the reflection imposes himself onto his birthright.

Cough cough. The sound of blood being exercised from the surviving turian's lung. "You idiot. You should be helping us Wrex, Afterall Saren is going to save your people. Wrex slightly turns and glares at the dying merc.

"Saren only cares about himself" Wrex places the barrel of the gun right in front of the turian's eye and obliterates him. The threat is dead, an unsettling feeling takes root.

"I didn't come all this way to see you stare at it. Put it on"

"I don't know. It is old" Wrex said.

"I'll turn around so you can change. I won't peak" I stare at the metal wall ahead. I examine the slight differences in color and shape of the alloy coating. Hey, I can see a crab. The thunks of metal hitting the floor and the opening of the glass case perks my ears up.

I lean my head back "Dude what is taking soooooo long?"

"It is harder than it looks"

"Do you think losing weight would help?"

"You wanna… yeah it might. I'll need to get it fitted to me. Wait just a sec, gotta get this and gasp ok I am wearing it. Turn around"

I face my friend who is wearing an outdated white piece of krogan armor. He is trying to hide his enjoyment, which does not prevent a nervous smile from appearing. He stands strong and tall. It is like he found a piece of himself.

Wrex asks. "What do you think?"

My first thoughts "Honestly It looks kinda tacky. Is it supposed to be white?"

"No, the paint came off with time. I'll need to make it my own. Thank you my friend. You can't even begin to think how important this is. I won't forget this."

I open up my omnitool and take a quick candid photo. I normally don't feel the urge to photograph what is in front of me, but this is a special moment. OOOOOHHHHHHH I can edit this. Put a unicorn there, pink frills here, something mortifying here. AHAHA. Christmas card baby.

We head back to the ship and take a ride to the normandy. I use my time to meditate. I no longer needed to focus on keeping myself aligned to this universe. I still do it because it feels good. I should do a mass to energy meditation as I think I might be starting to become rigid again. Can't have that. Wrex asks me what I am doing. I explain to him a quick overview of the control of breath and fluids to alter my state of being into something I prefer.

"You are weird"

"HEY you take that back or I'll send that photo of you with the tag saying 'you like what you see beautiful? You can take it off' to the asari councilor whose number I borrowed from Shepard's omintool!"

"Hehe you won't be doing anything she has not already done to me"

"My man. You are going to have to tell me that story."

I DO NOT CRY at romantic tragedies. What happened between Wrex and the councilor made Romeo and Juliet look vanilla by comparison. Ah, I can't believe it. Wrex's cousin made that sacrifice to allow them one brief moment of happiness, but it was not meant to last. Oh god they were so CLOSE! I asked if there was any chance of them getting back together, although fate drove them apart. Wrex said they both moved on. I have to tell Shepard this. I open my omnitool and dial Shepard. No response. I tried again and got no response. I am starting to get worried. I tried for a third time and still no response.

"That is not good" Wrex said.

I hope something isn't wrong.