I had been traveling with Wrex for a year, and I had learned a lot. A year where Wrex had been training me hard and pushed me to my limits. A year where we had been working as mercenaries and had been traveling the galaxy. I had also learned that there really wasn't any bounty hunters, or rather, there wasn't anything called bounty hunters. Instead they were just called mercenaries which was a much broader term in this universe apparently.

We had mostly been hunting people that other people wanted dead for some reason or another, with some protection work thrown in there, and all the while, Wrex had been teaching me how to fight and shoot.

Already in the first month I had a surprise. Apparently i had become a biotic. It shouldn't have been possible for me, since i have no biotic implants, but somehow when i was transported from my world to this one, i had become naturally gifted in biotics. Only the asari had that ability, so when Wrex found out, he doubled my training so that i would be just as lethal with biotics as with guns and everything else.

Being trained by Wrex was not easy. We took jobs that i also had to help on and which often challenged me and pushed me to the edge. I quickly learned that it was kill or be killed, and after the first time i was almost shot, i didn't hesitate in pulling the trigger anymore. Luckily i had been shooting with rifles as a hobby back in my old world, i was even pretty good. Not the best but i had been shooting since i was 5, so i wasn't bad either. Not that any of that helped make the training any easier, or if it did then i didn't notice.

Seeing dead people took some getting used too. I still hadn't gotten over the nightmares of some of the worse missions that i had been on.

One that especially haunted me was a salarian on Omega who had been experimenting on red sand, trying to create a new drug. Unfortunately the drug had side effects, so he hired mercenaries to kidnap humans who he then tested the drugs on, while he tried to mitigate the side effects. Unfortunately he didn't care what kind of physical and mental pain his 'patients' were put through in his quest to get rich. The drug would sometimes cause extreme physical pain, or it would cause the user to hallucinate their worst nightmares even making some tear their own flesh off.

Even worse, he didn't care if they were adult or children. When we had busted down his door and killed him, we went to rescue the kidnapped people. I still remember the kids, calling for their parents to come and take them away from all the pain that they endured. Their malnourished forms and the way they didn't react to anything we did. They just sat there calling for someone, not even able to cry anymore as they had completely exhausted themselves.

After that job a lot of my innocence disappeared.

Wrex and i were mercenaries but we didn't take jobs on just anyone. We didn't hurt innocents, no matter what. Criminals wanting other criminals dead or captured was no problem, but targeting civilians was out of the question for me.

After a year of non-stop jobs and training in my 'free time' if you could call it that, I was becoming a rather good shot. I could even beat Wrex in a shooting competition. Of course he was quick to remind me that no matter how good a shot I was, he was still the best when it came to hand to hand and biotic combat. I could perhaps (and that is a big perhaps) take him if I had enough distance, but as soon as he'd closed the distance I would be done faster than you can say pyjack.

In our travels I had also made some money for myself. Even though I paid Wrex to take me with him, he still insisted that I get some of the rewards because I helped on the jobs. At the start it was just a small percentage of the reward, but as I got better and I could help more, it eventually ended up in an even split. By then we worked together as a team and had each others back. We knew we could count on each other after everything we had been through, and we worked well together. In combat Wrex would be our tank, soaking up as much damage as possible while getting up close and personal, while I stayed back and took enemies down from a distance with my rifle and biotics.

"Were almost there" Wrex said, breaking me out of my reminiscence.

He had offered to take me anywhere i wanted, but then we were parting ways. My training was over and I had learned enough to survive on my own, he had said.

"Good, but are you sure you want to part ways? I have gotten used to having your ugly mug around" i said, smirking.

I tried to hide it, but I would miss Wrex after all the stuff we had been through. Even though it had only been a year, we had been through a lot together and under his gruff exterior, there was a loyal friend hiding in him. You just had to get to know him to find it.

I had asked him to take me to Omega, as that was probably the best and fastest place to get a job. Someone always wanted someone else dead or captured on Omega i had learned.

"Where are you going?" I asked Wrex. I had been wondering what he would do now that we weren't going to be traveling together anymore. Would he continue just traveling the galaxy or did he have some plan or goal that he hadn't told me about.

"You know about the genophage?" He said.

I nodded and he continued. "I got a lead about a possible cure. It's a long shot but i have to try. I have been hoping and looking for a cure since i left Tuchanka, but so far i have found nothing. This is the first real lead I've had, so i have to check it out."

"And why can't i help? You know I'm against the genophage and would help you, right?"

"I know Kas, but i have to do this myself. Besides, it's a slim chance that i actually find something. Your time would be better spent making money and getting some more experience under your belt. Your talented but nothing beats experience."

I looked sideways at him. "I just don't feel comfortable just abandoning you after everything you did for me. You helped me when i had no one else to turn to. I might not have gotten my memories back, but now i can survive."

I had had to tell him that i had lost all my memories when he started questioning why i knew nothing of the galaxy or it's history.

Luckily he hadn't been suspicious and had just accepted my explanation. I even think he pitied me a bit. That wasn't something he showed often though, and i was grateful for that. I didn't need pity, i just needed to find my own way in this new universe.

"Your not abandoning me, I'm telling you to go out there without me. I have to do this but you don't. This is probably a fools errand and i cant take you with me. You have become good Kas, but you can still die. We Krogan are tougher than you humans so the risk is less for me. If you want my advice then go out there and get yourself a reputation and find something to fight for. We Krogan know what it means to fight but too often we don't have anything to fight for. That's what i want you to find. Your reason to fight."

I sighed and nodded. I agreed with him to a point. I really couldn't, wouldn't, continue like this, it had been a lot of fun so far, but there had also been pain and suffering. I did need a goal or something bigger than me, so i just looked at him and then silently nodded again. He was right.

"I can see your point, but it still doesn't feel right" i said

Wrex laughed and clapped me on the shoulder

"Right, wrong, that's something you have to figure out for yourself, but i can tell you that it wouldn't be right if you came with me and died on this fools errand, and don't worry about me, i can take care of myself." he said with a glint in his eye.

I smirked at him and said "I hope so old man, cause the next time we meet I'm going to want to swap stories. You have told me a few, but i bet there's still a lot that you haven't told me. And who knows, perhaps i will have a few of my own to tell you"

He grinned and said "That's the spirit, now enough of all this sappy shit, we're there.