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Several weeks ago
Arlakh System, Tuchanka, Urdnot Camp
Many korgan did not usually pay attention to the news stories that relayed on the teriminals, but this was a special occasion. The news about the Prothean arriving at the Citadel had spread very fast and many korgan crowded around local news outlets to listen in on these new arrivals. Everyone was silent and several were holding their breath, awaiting confirmation that the Prothean was either real or not. Many news reporters could be heard in one area on different terminals and many reporters sounded as if they were in disbelief.
"We…we may have confirmation that this Commander Javik is an actual living Prothean. We are trying to navigate through crowds of people to get into the Council Chambers to give you live footage, but it is difficult. Please bear with us."
"Try another channel," One krogan male said in an irritated tone. "Hasn't anyone of these idiots managed to get into those chambers yet?!"
"These pyjacks are really hopeless. Can't even get into a room when the story of the century is in it," another male said standing beside him. "This is why I really hate these things," he said with a growl.
"….decisions affects many lives. We hope you understand."
"Finally," the same krogan murmured. The news reporter, who sounded feminine, got on and spoke very quietly.
"I do not know how it is possible ladies and gentlemen, but these new arrivals and the Prothean are speaking our languages perfectly and seem to know a great deal about us. We will continue to listen in."
"Then shut up and let us listen. We can't hear anything with you speaking every time there is a pause in the conversation," a krogan male in the back row shouted. They heard the councilors and prothean talk before the news reporter got on again.
"The alien calling himself a prothean has placed his hands on the head of Saren Arterius. I hope the spectre is ok."
When the councilors themselves clarified that Javik was a prothean, the reporter had trouble forming words in her mouth.
"We….have confirmation….that….this Commander Javik…..is a Prothean."
The same krogan grunted with annoyance. "Great, first they talk too much and now they can't talk right."
Calm down Wreav, you're going to go into blood rage at this rate, said a feminine voice.
The krogan called Wreav turned around a glared at her. "You should be at with your clan Shaman."
The shaman ignored him and walked up beside him. "So an actual prothean has been found. These are very interesting times."
Wreav merely grunted as a response.
The group of Krogan continued to listen with interest, especially when the prothean began talking about his race's annihilation. These Reapers seemed to be a very worthy opponent and many krogan smiled at the thought of a good fight.
Wreav chuckled at the thought. "These Reapers must be a worthy enemy. They will make the wait for them worth it. Several krogan standing nearby beat their fists together and growled in agreement.
The shaman shook her head at his statement, though she knew all too well that a krogan male always wanted a fight, no matter what circumstance they were in.
The krogan heard the crowd around the news reporter murmuring until it died down.
Everything was quiet until they heard the salarian councilor say something, but it was difficult to hear. They soon heard the human speak and were surprised at what they heard.
"Many of my people feel that keeping the Genophage going is wrong."
Many Krogan turned to one another and knew that many were as surprised as they were. The human continued to speak about why his kind had held off on contact with the Council and its races.
Wreav had got over his shock and shook his head with a frown. "These whelps sound soft. What do you think?" He turned to the shaman, but instead of an answer, he saw her still listening to the report as if he never even spoke to her.
"Are you going to answer me? The shaman continued to listen to the news and he gave up trying to get her attention.
Wreav continued to listen and really wondered if these humans could get any softer. Their kind would not last one day on Tuchancka in his opinion. Everyone stayed silent until the human explained they had allied with another race and that this race knew almost everything about the races, the Geth. Many krogan had never expected that and apparently they were not the only ones since there was a massive surge of yelling by the news reporter. It was about several minutes before they could actually hear reporter again.
"Your ears were not deceiving you ladies and gentlemen. This, Coalition, is an alliance between humanity and the Geth. The entire crowd was in frenzy a few seconds ago. These humans have known about us since their contact with the Geth years ago."
Wreav chuckled to himself. "Well maybe these humans have some backbone after all. They knew the consequences for telling the Council about the Alliance." He turned to the shaman, expecting a reply, but she still didn't acknowledge him. "Females," he murmured to himself, "always have to be thinking about something."
The meeting was soon adjourned, but not after he had talked the Council into a temporary alliance. Many krogan felt disappointed that there wasn't going to be an all-out brawl in the Council Chambers, but the announcement of the Reapers satisfied them. It did not take long for the group to disperse since the broadcast was over. Wreav and the Shaman were the last ones out while Wreav was still trying to get the female to talk.
"Probably going to have more varren tonight. I hope you like leftovers because that's all we are going to get," he said with a smirk. He thought of how something would need to be killed to satisfy the whole clan.
The Shaman didn't answer and instead went back to the female camp still in deep thought, leaving Wreav with a scowl. "Females."
Sahrabarik System, Omega
Urdnot Wrex smirked to himself with pride. He had been contracted to kill the leader of a new mercy band that had formed on the station. These, "Barrens," hadn't even been a good fight in his opinion. Their leader was a batarian slaver. After the battlemaster had pretty much demolished every mercenary, the leader had still come at him with a knife and Wrex had nearly died laughing on the inside at the futile attempt. He looked down at the head he now carried and saw many people giving him looks, but he didn't care, as he was now headed to Afterlife to claim his bounty. Apparently this Aria wanted to see him in person.
Omega was a pit to many people with many on the station struggling to survive each day. If you were lucky, then you could get a decent job and possibly a home under a gang's laws, sign up for one of the mercenary bands so people would at least somewhat respect you, or you could sit on the streets and scrounge what little food particles lay around. Wrex knew this and he saw many people leaning against walls and sitting on the floor looking like they hadn't eaten in days. He continued to walk through the alleys until he came through the markets and saw many goods being sold like weapon mods, household appliances, and plenty of alcohol. The krogan took a mental note to stop at the bar and use some of his pay to buy some ryncol. He walked through the markets and went through several double doors and finally saw Afterlife. Even from here, he could hear the pulsing music and see a long line waiting for entry. He finally walked past a turian with a datapad guarding the door and proceeded in.
The krogan battle master was actually surprised with all the things he saw. He saw asari dancers up top and several giving private shows to patrons. The music was deafening and he could feel each beat. There were thousands of people all cramped into the area, most drinking so many shots that they couldn't see what was what anymore. He soon came up to several guards at the bottom of a small set of stairs who nodded to the right, which meant for him to head up.
When he got to the top of the stairs, he was immediately stopped by a female turian with a scanner.
"How odd for a female like you to be off world turian," he said in a whisper.
The turian ignored him and finished the scan. "He's clean," she yelled and walked off to stand a few inches away. Wrex soon couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw who he saw sitting on the couch.
"Well if it isn't my old asari commando. Looks like you have done well for yourself," he said with a smirk.
Aria smirked and got up from the couch. "It has been a long time Wrex. She gave him a hug and stepped back. "I see you did exactly as I instructed. I knew I picked you for a reason. Nice souvenir."
"The idiot charged at me with a knife, maybe hoping for some luck. He handed her the head and she smirked. She stared at the head with a glimmer in her eyes. "Suis, give the krogan his money. Linik, take the head and put it by my room until I find somewhere else to put it."
A turian male came up to Wrex and took the head while a batarian gave him credits in his left hand, over a million credits. This bounty business sure paid well. Aria turned back to Wrex, still with a smirk on her face.
"I also called you here to ask if you wished to become one of my permanent employees. Your skills are very admirable and the pay is better than those small sums you are getting everywhere else."
Wrex chuckled and was about to respond when he saw his omni-tool light up and ping. When he saw the missed call and who it was from, he was shocked, but quickly got ahold of himself.
"I'll be back," he said in a serious tone. Aria was taken aback, but nodded to her guards to let him through.
Wrex walked to a secluded table and stared at the message. It had been ages since he had heard from her. How had she managed to even call him? Off world communication was scare on that planet. He took a breath and waited for a response which didn't take long and he heard someone pick up.
"How the hell did you manage to get ahold of me?" The krogan asked in a whisper. He could hear a chuckle.
"It is nice to hear from you too Wrex."
"You didn't answer my question Lakarta," he replied.
"I snuck aboard a volus freighter that had come by to pick up any krogan wanting to leave. I waited until all the krogan were gone before making my presence known. The volus were, surprised to say the least, but they agreed to allow me passage.
"Passage to where," he said a little louder.
"I need to speak with you in person Wrex. Some interesting developments have come up that we need to discuss." He could here that her tone had gotten serious.
He was really taken aback. "Do you even know where I am?" He asked in an even louder voice. "In case you haven't recognized my coordinates, I am in one of the most dangerous places in the galaxy. I am not having you come to Omega."
"That's why I called you Wrex. I was wondering if you could meet me at these coordinates."
Wrex now got a good look at where she was. "You do realize that you are in uncharted space right?
"No, I am in Alliance Space."
Author's Note: I really do think that Aria is Aleena. She just fits the description given by Wrex in my opinion.