There were making their way to the Scoutmaster to find out more about Mordin's pupil when he encountered an engineer working on a broken down tank. Apparently he was missing an engine manifold to fix the tank and Shepard promised he would look out for one.

The Scoutmaster turns when he saw them. "What you want, human?" he asked with his arms crossed. "Wrex told me to be polite. He didn't say you were going to talk to me."

"I'm looking for a salarian," said Shepard. "The Blood Pack captured him, and he was last seen around here."

The Scoutmaster turned and looked his terminal. "I heard about that salarian, poor bastard. If it's Blood Pack, then Clan Weyrloc has him. Then one of my scouts to check it out, that he never reported back. Guess they got him, too." He then turned back to face Shepard. "Chief told me to give you one of the trucks. Just follow the highway to Weyrloc's base, if you've got the quads to deal with him and the Blood Pack."

"What can you tell me about Clan Weyrloc's bace?" Shepard asked.

"Last I heard, the clan was holed up in an old hospital. I haven't seen it, though. I've only seen Clan Weyrloc from a distance. If I'd gotten closer, I'd have taken a shot. You get inside, though, bring a big gun. Weyrloc's base is crawling with Blood Pack."

Shepard frowned. "That doesn't sound too defensible. Why'd they hold up there?"

"Any hospital on Tuchanka has to be built well enough to withstand a bunch of enraged krogan," he pointed out. "When an injury forces us to switch over to secondary organs, things get messy. Higher thought processes don't always transition properly. 'Blood rage,' they call it."

"What's Clan Weyrloc's reputation? And how are they involved with the Blood Pack?" Shepard asked.

"Tough humps," he said bluntly. "And they're not friendly, like we are. You ever run into the Blood Pack? Mercenary gang. Clan Weyrloc started it. One of the only gangs with an off-world presents. They're fanatics, totally devoted to Weyrloc Guld. Whatever they did with your salarain, Guld's behind it."

"What makes Guld so special?" Shepard asked crossing his arms.

"He's got two children. One of them is a girl. Some people think he's got a destiny." He then shook his head in disbelief. "Not me. I had a cousin who won 20 consecutive games of quasar. Lucky bastard. I'd asked my cousin for a loan, but I wouldn't swear allegiance to him. Luck. That's all it is. Same for Guld."

Shepard frowned. "But the Blood Pack has non-krogan members—like vorcha."

He laughed. "The vocha? They're just like varren, only they can use guns and don't crap on the floor as often. The krogan are the only real members of the Blood Pack. Anyone else is just there to soak enemy fire."

"Thanks for the information," said Shepard.

"Anything that gets rid of the damn offworld," he grumbled. He then pointed to a truck not too far away. "You can take the truck over there."

"Problematic," said Mordin as they made their way to the truck. "Maelon, in trouble. Needs help immediately."

"Clan Weyrloc sounds trouble," said Miranda as the entered the truck.

"Which means taking them down will be even more fun," said Grunt slamming his fists together.

"Check your weapons," said Shepard as he sat down in the driver's seat. "I have a feeling that we've got a tough fight ahead."

Shepard drove until they reach the ruins of a hospital. Like the rest of the ruined city of the place took a beating Shepard was amazed that the place was still standing.

Making their way through the hospital was no easy feat when they were attacked by klixen, vocha, varren and members of the Blood Pack. So on the bright side Shepard was able to find an engine manifold.

Shepard then had to hack their way into the lower section of the hospital. Fortunately the encryption was easy to break through though the acting to no surprise to him. The krogan were more into creating destructive weapons than strong encryption algorithms.

"Repurposed kogran hospital," said Moridn looking around. "Study. Built to rest and punishment."

"Not surprising considering they were keeping injured krogan here," said Garrus.

"Still there must be a reason why Clan Weyrloc chose this location as their base," said Jacob. "Krogan hospital or no hospital, an underground bunker would have done just fine."

"I have a feeling they'll find a and said the deeper we go," said Shepard.

They didn't go very far when they came across the body of a human corpse.

"That body. Human. Need to take a look," said Mordin bending down.

Mordin activated his omnitool and scanned the human corpse. "Sores, tumours, ligatuers showing restraint at wrists and ankles. Track marks for repeated injections sites. Test subject. Victim of experimentation."

"I don't suppose there's a way to tell who this poor bastard was?" Shepard asked.

Mordin shook his head. "No tattoos or ID. Maybe slave or prisoner. Maybe merc or pirate. Irrelevant now." He continued to look at the data that appeared. "Clearly part of krogan tests to cure genophage. Humans useful as test subjects. Genetically diverse. Enables explanation of treatment modalities."

Shepard bent down towards him and looked disgusted. "Experimenting on humans? That kind of crap is what makes Cerberus start to seem like a good idea!"

"Never used humans myself. Disgusting, unethical, sloppy. Used by brute-force researchers, not thinkers. No place in proper sites. Krogan use of humans unsurprising."

Shepard raised an eyebrow. "I imagine you had to do some live subject testing while developing the new genophage."

Mordin shook his head. "No. Unnecessary. Limit tests to simulations, corpses, clone tissue samples. High-level tests on varren. No tests on species with members capable of calculus. Simple rule, never broke it."

Shepard can understand why they were using human test subjects. "Wouldn't something native to Tuchanka work better? Varren, maybe?"

Mordin nodded. "Yes. Human experiments strictly high-level, concept testing. Native Tuchanka fauna likely use later, in development stages. Wise to delay use of varren into necessary. Powerful bite."

"How humans more genetically diverse?" Shepard asked.

"More variables. Peaks and valleys, mutations, adaptations. Far beyond other life. Makes humans useful test subjects. Larger reaction smaller stimuli."

Shepard frowned. "I know we can look much different from each other, but asari have a wide range of skin tones."

Mordin shook his head. "No. Ignore superficial appearance. Down to genetic code. Biotic abilities, intelligence levels. Can look at random asari, krogan, make reasonable guess. Humans too variable to judge. Outliers in all species, of course. Geniuses, idiots. But humans probability curve offers greater overall variety."

"Now we got two reasons to shut this place down," said Shepard getting to his feet.

"Focus on Maelon," said Mordin. "Too late to help the dead."

They continued to make their way into the hospital and soon they retraced their well and looking down from the top of the balcony was a krogan with several guards around him.

"I am the speaker for Clan Weyrloc, offworlders," he said narrowing his eyes at them. "You have shed our blood. By rights, you should be dead already. But Weyrloc Guld, the Chief of Chiefs, has ordered that you be given leave to flee and spread the message of our coming."

Shepard raised an eyebrow. "Krogan don't generally let people go. What does Clan Weyrloc have planned?"

"If you walk away now, you can tell your children that you saw Clan Weyrloc before our Blood Pack conquered the stars. You think the Urdnot impressive? They are pitiful. Weyrloc Guld will destroy them! The salarian will cure the genophage and Clan Weyrloc will spread across the galaxy in a sea of blood!"

"Appears they have discovered Maekon's work. Unfortunate," Mordin whispered.

Shepard hoped that diplomacy would work. "It doesn't have to be like this. I understand wanting to cure the genophage…"

The krogan glared at him. "No, human! You understand nothing! You have not seen the piles of children that never lived! The krogan were wronged! We will make it right, and then we will have our revenge!"

Shepard shook his head. "Half the galaxy sees the krogan as victims! If you start a war, you'll lose their support!"

The krogan wave his hand dismissively. "We have the Blood Pack, and we have the salarian! When on clan numbers in the millions, we will not need support. When we cure the genophage, Weyrloc Guld will rule all krogan! The Krogan Rebellions will become the Krogan Empire! The surviving races will frighten their children with tales of what the Blood Pack did to the turians! The asari will scream as their Citadel plunges into the sun! We will keep salarians as slaves and eat their eggs as a delicacy!"

Shepard rolled his eyes and pulled out his pistol. "You talk too much."

He then fired a shot of a gas canister below the krogan, who laughed pulling out his shotgun. "See? The human cannot hit a simple target!"

He then heard the whistling of gas leaned over to see gas leaking out of the pipes. Shepard then fired another shot igniting the gas and set ablaze. He screamed as the flames consumed his body and at once his guards began to fire at them.

"Nice shot," said Garrus pulling out his sniper rifle.

"I thought so," said Shepard as he fired his facility krogan, who tried coming down the stairs.

Tali let loose a drone that cause a distraction which gave Garrus time to fire several head shots of the guards. Grunt didn't even bother to take cover and charged at the krogan coming down the steps and began to beaten to death.

Both Miranda and Jacob use their biotics to cause the krogan to be lifted up into the air. Shepard and Mordin then fired a few shots at them using freezing ammo to penetrate their armour. Tali then fired several shots at a vorcha that came running down.

"Labs likely through there," said Moridn pointing at the open door. "Can smell antiseptic, hint of dead flesh."

"Just get us there," Grunt grumbled.

Once they made their way up the stairs Mordin found an active console. "Active console," he noted. "May contain useful data. One moment." He then began to access the system. "Genetic sequences. Hormone mutagens still steady. Protein chains, live tissue, clone tissue. Very thorough. Standard treatment vectors. Avoiding scorched-earth immunosuppressants to alter hormone levels. Good. Hate to see that."

"Most people wouldn't be so casual developing a sterility plague, Mordin," Shepard pointed out.

"Not developing. Modifying. Much more difficult. Working within confines of existing genophage. A hundred times complexity. Errors unacceptable. Could cause total sterility, malignant tumors. Could even reduce effectiveness. Worse than doing nothing. Had to keep krogan population stable. One in one thousand. Perfect target, optimal growth. Like gardening."

Shepard narrowed his eyes. "Pretty it up however you like. You're talking about murdering millions!"

Mordin shook his head. "No. Murdered no one. Altered fertility, prevented fatal development of nervous system. Have killed many, Shepard. Many methods. Gunfire, knives, drugs, tech attacks, once with farming equipment. But not with medicine."

Shepard frowned. "You're saying you were working just as hard to keep their population from falling?"

Mordin nodded. "Yes. Could have eradicated krogan. Not difficult. Increased mutations to degrade genetic structure further." Shepard doubted that the krogan would see it that way. "Chose not to. Rachni extinction tragic. Don't want to repeat. All life precious. Universe demands diversity."

"What was it like, working on the genophage modification project?" Shepard asked.

Mordin smiled as if reliving a fond memory. "Best years of my life. Wake up with ideas. Talk over breakfast. Experiments all morning. Statistical analysis in afternoon. Run you simulations during dinner, set data runs to cook overnight. Laughter. Ego. Argument. Passion. Galaxy's biggest problem, massive resources thrown at us. Got anything we wanted."

"Do you keep in touch with your old team members?" Shepard asked.

Mordin shook his head. "No. All change with development. Made test drop on isolated krogan clan. His rest of Tuchanka when results were positive. End of project. Separate ways. Watching it and, watching birth rates drop. Personal. Private. Not appropriate for team."

"Sounds like you were pretty important," Shepard noted. "How'd you go from that to running a clinic on Omega?"

"Wanted to heal people. Good use of last decade. Something easy. No ethical concerns. Understand rationale for modified genrophage. Right choice. Still hard to sleep some nights."

"We're not going to find Mordin staring at consoles," said Shepard. "Come on."

They search through the lab and saw several dead krogan on operating tables. Mordin approach the operating table picked up the datapad.

"Dead krogan. Female. Tumours indicated experimentation. No restraint marks. Volunteer." Mordin then moved to another female corpse. "Sterile female willing to risk procedures. Hoping for a cure. Pointless. Pointless waste of life."

Shepard shook his head, if he had been in the same predicament he probably would volunteer for such experiments. "I didn't expect you to be disturbed by the sight of a dead krogan."

Mordin stared at him. "What? Why? Because of genophage work? Irrelevant. No, causative," he said pointing his finger at him. "Never experimented on live krogan. Never killed with medicine. Her death not my work, only reaction to it. Goal was to sterilise population. Never wanted this. Can see it logically… but still unnecessarily. Foolish waste of life. Hate to see it."

Shepard folded his arms. "I didn't think you'd had much direct contact with things like this. Did you come to Tuchanka after dropping your plague?"

Mordin nodded. "Yearly recon missions. Water, tissue samples. Superiors offered to carry it on. Refused. Needed to see it in person." He then looked at the corpse. "Need to look. Need to see. Accept it was necessary. See small picture. Remind myself why I ran a clinic on Omega."

He then moved his hands in a gesture above the dead female. "Rest, young mother. Find your gods. Find someplace better."

Shepard blinked. "I didn't expect spirituality from you, Mordin."

"Genophage modification project altered millions of lives. Then sell results. Ego, humility, juxtaposition. Frailty of life. Size of universe. Explore the religions after work completed. Different races. No answers. Many questions."

"Sounds like you were trying to deal with your guilty conscience," said Shepard. "The doctor that killed millions."

"Modified genophage project great in a scope. Scientifically brilliant. But ethically difficult. Krogan reaction visceral, tragic. Not guilty, but responsible. Trained as doctor. Genophage affects fertility. Doesn't kill. Still cause this. Hard to see big picture behind piles of corpses."

Shepard shook his head. "Can you really just rationalise it all away? How do you justify it?"

Mordin took a deep breath. "Wheel of life. Popular salarian concept. Similar to human Hinduism in focus on reincarnation. Appealing to see life as endless. Fixed mistake in next life. Learn, adapt, improve. Refuse to believe the life ends here. Too wasteful. Have more to offer. Mistakes to fix. Cannot end here. Could do so much more."

"If you need this much soul-searching to get over it, maybe the genophage was wrong."

"Had to be done," said Mordin firmly. "Rachni Wars, Krogan Rebellions all pointed to krogan aggression. So many simulations. Effects of krogan population increase. All pointed to war. Extinction. Genopahge or genocide. Save galaxy from krogan. Save krogan from galaxy."

Shepard shook his head, he doubted those simulations took account for Wrex's plans for his people. "You could have cured the genophage, instead. Brought hope to the krogan. They'd have rejoiced."

Mordin rolled his eyes. "Assume human reaction. Krogan stimulus response differently. Harsh environment, take chance to fight, flee. Would have caused chaos on Tuchanka. Victor would have worn economy, bloodthirsty army. Galactic expansion only logical outcome. More war, genophage saved lives war would have ended."

Shepard looked at the female corpse. "Look at the dead woman, Mordin. It doesn't look like you saved her."

Mordin closes eyes. "No. It doesn't. Worked with available data. Only option. No other possibility… Doesn't matter."

"You keep telling yourself that," Grunt glared and walked off.

"I can't deny that the genophage was the right thing at the time," said Garrus. "Though it hasn't exactly improved matters for the krogan."

"Maybe Wrex can change them around," said Tali.

"Let's hope so," said Miranda. "If the Reapers do invade the krogan will make excellent shock troops."

"That if they focus on the enemy instead of us," said Jacob.

"Let's keep moving before we start another war," said Shepard.

They continued searching around end Shepard came across a locked door. Hacking the encryption was easy and inside they found a sick–looking krogan.

He stared at them. "You killed the Blood Pack guards!"

Mordin examined him. "Not Blood Pack, not member of Clan Weyrloc. Wrong clan markings."

"I'm an Udrnot scout," said the krogan. "Weyrloc guards got me. Brought me here."

"The chief scout told us to watch out for you," said Shepard. "We've taken at the guards. Get back to Urdnot."

"I can't," he said. "The Weyrloc did things to me. Drugs. Injections. Said I was sacrificing for the good of all krogan. Experiments to cure the genophage. Everything's blurry. Hard to think. Have to stay."

Shepard looked at Mordin. "Mordin, can you get him back onto his feet? Stims, maybe? Something to bolster his immune system?"

"You don't understand," said the krogan. "I'm not too sick to leave. I have to stay. They're curing the genophage. They're going to make it all better! They have to keep doing the tests!"

Mordin leaned in towards Shepard. "Caution, Shepard. Patient unstable, susceptible. Brainwashed."

"Why do you want to keep doing the tests?" Shepard asked.

The krogan hangs his head down in shame. "Is my fault. I got caught. Wasn't strong enough, not good enough. This is the best I can do. This is all I can do. I'm not big enough to have a real shot with the females. I'll never have kids of my own. But if I help undo the genophage, then I mattered!"

"Millions of children will be born—Weyrloc children," said Shepard bent down towards the krogan. "They're going to destroy the other clans."

The krogan looked up at him. "But… no. No, they said I was helping Urdnot!"

"If you want to help, Urdnot, you need to get back there," said Shepard in a firmed voice. "But it would take a real badass to make it back to camp while injured."

"I can do it."

Shepard narrowed his eyes. "You? I said a badass, not some scout whining like a quarian with a tummy-ache."

"I'm standing right here!" Tali yelled indignantly.

"I can do it!" the krogan yelled getting to his feet. "I'm up! And I'm going to the female camp!"

"Damn right you are!" said Shepard standing up. "Get back there and show them what you're worth! Go, go!"

The krogan roared and limped out of the lab in what had to be the slowest charge in history.

Jacob looked at Shepard. "Your piece of work, Commander."

Tali looked at him. "'Quarian with a tummy-ache?'"

"I had to say something to him get moving," Shepard shrugged.

They made their way through the hospital killing more Blood Pack members and they were coming thick and fast. Shepard was able to use the explosive chemicals laying around to cause necessary distractions.

They kept on pushing closer and closer to the centre of the hospital and that's when they saw Weyrloc Guld himself approaching in a blood rage.

"Tremble and die, offworld scum!" he roared. "I am Weyrloc Guld, Chief of Chiefs! Blood Pack, attack!"

He rally the remainders of the Blood Pack and they all charge towards them. Shepard, Miranda, Jacob and Mordin jumped from behind their cover and fired several shots from their pistols. Garrus maintained his position and fired several shots from his sniper rifle taking out a few more. Tali unleashed a drone and fired her shot gun at the charging at armada.

However it was Grunt, who cause the most damage. When the Blood Pack mercenaries got close enough he punched one in the face and head-butted another and turnaround in time to fire his shotgun in the chest of a third.

Soon only Weyrloc Guld was left, Shepard was about to give him a chance to surrender. However, before you could get the words out Weyrloc Guld charged only to end up to be shot by Mordin with a carefully precise hit in the centre of his head.

"Another clan bites the dust Clan Weyrloc," said Grunt looking at the corpses. "And that is what will happen to the other clans if they dare attack Urdnot."

"Maelon can't be too far away," said Mordin.

"I doubt we have to hurry," said Shepard. "I have a feeling that Weyrloc Guld sent everything he had at his."

"Still have to be sure," said Mordin.

They soon approached a lab in the centre of the hospital and it only took Shepard a few seconds to hack the lock. When they entered they found a salarian standing in front of a holographic terminal as if he was running tests.

Mordin stared as they made their way towards him. "Maelon. Alive. Unharmed. No signs of torture. No evidence of torture. Don't understand."

"For such a smart man, Professor, you always had trouble seeing evidence that disagreed with your preconceptions," said Maelon turning towards them. "How long will it take you to admit that I'm here because I wish to be here?"

"He was kidnapped," said Shepard. "He came here voluntarily to cure the genophage."

Maelon nodded.

Mordin stared at him. "Impossible. Whole team agreed! Project necessary!"

"How was I supposed to disagree with the great Doctor Solus?" said Maelon narrowing his eyes. "I was your student? I looked up to you!"

Mordin looked outraged. "Experiments performed here. Live subjects! Prisoners! Torture and execution. Your doing?"

"We've already got the blood of millions on our hands, Doctor. If it takes a bit more to put things right, I can deal with that."

"You honestly think the experiments you did here are justified?" Shepard roared.

"We committed cultural genocide. Nothing I do will ever be justified! The experiments are monstrous… because I was taught to be a monster."

Shepard looked at Mordin. "Mordin, did you ever perform experiments like this?"

"No." Mordin narrowed his eyes at Maelon. "Never taught you this, Maelon."

"Your hands are clean! What does it matter if the ground is stained with the blood of millions! You taught me that the end justified the means. I will undo what we did, Professor. The only way I know how."

"What happens if the genophage is cured and the krogan expand again?" Shepard asked. "That will be on your head."

"We justified this atrocity by saying the krogan would cause havoc and war if their population recovered. But look at the galaxy! Batarian attacks in the Traverse, geth attacks on the Citadel. Is this a more peaceful universe?" He then looked at Shepard. "The assault on your Eden Prime might never have happened if we had let the krogan recover. We'll never know."

Shepard frowned. "How would a krogan population explosion have done anything to stop Saren and the geth?"

"An increased krogan population would have forced the Council to take steps, likely involving colony right in the Traverse. The turian leads would be vigilant for any military activity in the area. They might have stopped the geth at Eden Prime."

"Supposition. Impossible to be certain," said Mordin.

Maelon shook his head. "Don't you see? We tried to play god, and we failed! We only made things worse… and I'm going to fix it."

Shepard frowned, you can understand why Maelon allied with Weyrloc. If he went to Wrex, he would have all these problems and his argument would have been stronger for it. Shepard might not involve himself if Wrex was involved.

"Why were with Clan Weyrloc?" he asked. "And how did you access the genophage data?"

"The data was easy to obtain. We still had clearance. We were heroes. All I had to do was ask. As for the Weyrloc, they were the only clan with both resources and the commitment."

Shepard still didn't understand. "Urdnot has a larger camp that Weyrloc. Why not use them?"

"Urdnot Wrex was too soft. He wasn't willing to do the experiments I needed. It's Urdnot's loss and Weyrloc's gain. Their clan will be the first to recover from the crime we committed."

Shepard looked at Mordin. "Maelon clearly doesn't need rescuing. What you want to do?"

"Have to end this," said Mordin bluntly.

Maelon quickly pulled out a pistol, but he was shaking uncontrollably as he pointed at every single one of them. "You can't face the truth, can you? Can't admit that your brilliant in mind led you to commit an atrocity!"

Mordin then punched him in the face and he backed into a tank. Mordin approached him and pulled out his pistol. "Unacceptable experiments. Unacceptable goals. Won't change. No choice. Have to kill you."

"Wait," said Shepard. "You don't need to do this, Mordin." Maelon shook his head. "You're not a murderer." Maelon nodded.

Mordin narrowed his eyes at Maelon and then lowered his pistol. "No. Not a murderer. Thank you, Shepard." He then places pistol back into his holster. "Finished, Maelon. Get out. No Weyrloc left. Project over."

"What if he talks to more krogan, tells the public about the modified genophage project?" Shepard asked.

"Special Task Group good at covering tracks. No proof. Weyrloc willingly to work with salarian unusual. Other krogan will kill him."

Shepard nodded. "You heard the professor. Get out before he changes his mind."

Maelon looked at Mordin. "Where am I supposed to go, Professor?"

"Don't care," said Mordin looking at him in disgust. "Try Omega. Can always use another clinic."

"The krogan didn't deserve what we did to them, Professor." Maelon then walked off. "The genophage needs to end."

Mordin then looked at Maelon's research. "Not like this. Apologies, Commander. Misunderstood mission parameters. No kidnapping. My mistake. Thank you."

Shepard looked at Mordin wondering how the old salarian was taking it. "Don't worry about me, Mordin. How are you doing?"

"Should have killed him. Wanted to. Easier than listening. Easier for him, too. Experiments indicate how far he's fallen. Suspected it from krogan. Not one of mine."

"Maybe you'll remember that the next time you're discussing the ethics of the genophage."

Mordin nodded as he pressed a few buttons on the terminal. "Yes. So many variables. Stress responses. Impossible to truly predict. Something to think about. Maelon's research. Only loose end. Could destroy it. Closure, security. Still valuable, though."

"If you think it could be useful, why not hang onto it?" Shepard suggested.

"Worked for years to create modified genophage. Should destroy this. Maelon's work could cure genophage. Don't know. Effects on krogan. Effects on galaxy. Too many variables. Too many variables!"

Shepard was in two minds, he couldn't let another clan like Weyrloc get their hands on it and bring water the galaxy, but on the other if Wrex united the krogan and removed their violent tendencies then they could become something great.

He looked at Mordin. "You regret what the krogan have become. You see the horror of what they did, but you see the loss, too."

Mordin nodded. "Wasted potential."

"They don't deserve this, Mordin. Save the data."

"Point taken, Shepard." He then downloaded the data onto his omnitool. "Capturing data, wiping local copy. Still years from a cure. But closer than starting from scratch." The download was completed he wiped the computers for the data. "Done. Ready to go. Ready to be off Tuchanka. Anywhere else. Maybe somewhere sunny."

"Let's get out of here."

Soon they return to the camp and Shepard checked on the chief scout, who was pleased to see that his scout was alive. Sheppard then handed the engineer the engine manifest and went to check on Wrex.

EDI then made contact. "Clan Urdnot has increased in strength after the destruction of Clan Weyrloc. Based upon population profiles, Clan Urdnot has adopted surviving members of Clan Weyrloc. Mostly women and children."

Mordin looked pleasantly surprised. "Intelligent move. Surprising from krogan. Glad to see it."

"In addition, killing the thresher maw has produced several breeding requests for Grunt. And one for Shepard."

Grunt laughed.

Shepard shook his head and made his way over to Wrex. "I hear you're doing well from the destruction of Clan Weyrloc."

"Good riddance," said Wrex. "Tell me though did you find the salarian?"

Shepard nodded. "Believe it or not, he was trying to cure the genophage."

Wrex looked at him. "You're kidding?"

"I'm serious, but Clan Weyrloc would have benefited it and would have destroyed your clan and threatened the galaxy."

"I take it that you destroyed the cure," said Wrex.

"We wiped the local copy, but we downloaded a copy before we did," Shepard assured. "You never know when it might come in useful for us all for your people. Consider us even for happened on Virmire."

"Knowing others it still in the works is good enough," said Wrex. "I may be able to use that to unite the other clans."

"You near centre of government," said Shepard. "Why don't you call yourselves the Krogan Federation?"

Wrex looked up. "I'll think about it."

Rick had just got a message from Anderson and went to meet him in his office.

"Commander," said Anderson looking up. "I must say that I am actually surprised that you're still here."

"Why would you say that, sir?" Rick frowned.

"I would have thought that you would jump at the chance to join your uncle and cousins onto the Andromeda Initiative."

Rick had a feeling that would've come up. "Maybe everyone faces the Reaper invasion, sir. Besides a bit late now most of the stasis pods are full and then every preparing to launch."

"I understand that it was your uncle that persuade you to join the Alliance," said Anderson.

"Yeah, and I will miss him, but I have a feeling that my places here, sir."

Anderson nodded. "Your uncle was a member of Jon Grissom's original task force which travelled through the Charon mass relay wasn't he?"

"Yes, that's why Jien Garson wanted him on board the Hyperion."

Anderson smiled. "A born adventurer."

Rick smiled. "He couldn't stand in one place too often, sir."

"Then let's hope that he finds the adventure he's looking for in Andromeda," said Anderson.