********* Is really something else. When humans first popped up on the galaxy, the stories I heard pushing back the turians fired me up. I foolishly believed they were a strong race. Only a small portion of them are strong. The rest suck. I'll give them a break. They are young pups and only just discovered the galaxy. Alot of us believe humans have potential. Espically the stray I picked up. ********* is an odd one. He works in one of the harshest environments known eats foods korgan wouldn't touch and is thriving.
My concern for my human friend is evidently unfounded. He can handle himself and for some reason is holding himself back. That fight he had, I watched his movements. Powerful, brutish, and slow, until he swifty pierced the man's throat faster than a baby thresher. He knows how to take down someone efficiently and chose not to. He wasn't truly fighting, he was playing. ********* Forgot to activate the human blood rage. How strong is that kid really? And now he's drinking with the bastard. Did a krogan reincarnate into a human? His strength is matched with his compassion. ********* has a big heart and he doesn't let that distract him. Idiotic and admirable.
"Hey kid, you finally start drinking? I got some tricks to show you" I rough his shoulders up. He doesn't react. Maybe he needs a bit more force. I slap harder.
"********* Did you hear me?" I sit at the bar stool next to him. That's when I noticed his tired eyes glued to his omnitool. The spark in him is gone, it feels empty.
"********* You broken?" I attempt to shake him out of his funk.
"You shouldn't be drinking that stuff. Not for humans" what the kalros is wrong with him.
The bartender lets me know he hasn't had a sip. *********'s eye stares at me from the corner. Something is terrible happened.
"********* What is the matter?" Why is he so upset? He practically won the fight. He should be celebrating. What's with that look?
********* attempts to speak. It takes him several tries before the words start to make sense.
"Kaiden messaged me just now. The Normandy… the ship was attacked two weeks ago. They don't know who. A lot of people died and… and… and they haven't found Shepard. Joker said he saved him and a blast knocked him into outer space. He's been declared killed in action" ********* said.
He's not kidding. Shepard's dead? The Normandy was one of the best ships in the galaxy. Who could even attack it? An asari cruiser? Revenge for Benezia?
"Who did it?" We're going to hunt them down!
"They don't know. The ship and weapons were unlike anything the alliance has seen before. It's not asari, turian, salarian, or anyone else. They don't know" ********** explains.
"That… what do we do?" If I can't horribly torture, mutilated, and eviscerate whoever attacked the Normandy, how am I supposed to cheer my best friend up?
"A service is going to be held in ten days. I would like to be there and pay my respects" he said.
"Ah shit kid. I have important meetings with other clan leaders I can't miss. You'll have to go for me. Don't worry about costs. I'm messaging our guy right now" Damn it!
"Thank you, Wrex," I feel bad for him. He's too young to be used to losing friends, especially with how he must have been raised.
"You going to be alright?" Krogan suck at comforting people.
"Eventually" ********* reaches for the bottle of rynecol and downs multiple large sips. We tried to restrain him as soon as it clicked what he was doing. It was too late.
"Doesn't that hurt?" I look to the other two clan brothers. Asari and humans aren't supposed to drink this. However ********* isn't a normal one. What's going to happen to him? He's cheeks are turning red. The rynecol works quick.
Tears roll down his face "yes it hurts so much…" he's not talking about the booze.
"I should have been there. I could have done something" he's talking crazy.
"What could you have possibly done?" I ask.
"I… I could have saved Shepard. I could have averted the blast or I could have used energy to pull Shepard back" he's drunk and talking nonsense. I grab the bottle from him. He's had enough.
"Come on, you had enough. Time to sleep it off" I get up and carry the surprisingly heavy human back to his remarkably well-built cabin. Hard to imagine he turned the clan's junk into a decent living space.
"Oh I always wanted to be carried by a dinosaur" what even is that?
"Uh huh. Sure kid" I escort ********** back home and settled him into his sleep area. He passed out on the way back. I stand by for an hour to make sure he didn't accidentally drink himself to death. He drunk enough to put him in some real danger. The only thing I can do now is make sure he doesn't vomit in his sleep and choke himself.
He seems to be fine. Breathing is steady. No gagging or anything. I've watched enough Krogan torture themselves with too much to know how this would have gone down. I think the worst is behind him. I get up and leave the cabin. Damn it how could Shepard gone off and died? He was my second favorite human. In my anger I punched the door and left a hole. Crap he worked hard on that. I'm going to have to replace it. I turn around and take one more look of ********* resting. He needs and deserves it. Hopefully things will get better for him soon. I'm off to mourn in my own way.
