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APOCRYPHA: Contract Work – by Awareness Bringer

Having been a bounty hunter and mercenary since leaving Tuchanka, Urdnot Wrex was no stranger to getting all kinds of odd jobs. His one bodyguard stunt which lasted a full Volus lifespan was one he took pride in for how easily he hooked the suited pyjak to his tune. However, getting anonymously called to Korlus, the galaxy's junkyard of a planet, was close to the top of Wrex's list of weird events, even by the Shadow Broker's standards.

Upon landing on the designated meeting place on-world, Wrex didn't need to wait for long when his intermediary finally showed up. Although, Wrex would eternally say that he was, at best, partly justified for literally jumping the gun.

"What the hell are you supposed to be," the centuries old Krogan demanded of the blue, spiked, red-eyed synthetic upon the machine's arrival with a built-in jet of all things.

If Spikeball felt offended, which was saying a lot for any virtual or artificial intelligence, upon Wrex firing his weapon at it, the mech avoided the poor first impression as much as Wrex's question to handover two things to him. A small holographic projector and a larger case.

Despite his unease, Wrex ultimately pulled in both to him with his biotic power, and upon seeing that neither was a trap, opened the case to see his probable down payment. And as much as he hated to admit it, the sight of the one billion credits inside brought out a gasp of awe from Wrex's mouth. Letting out a chuckle, Wrex turned to the narrowed-eyed synthetic and remarked, "Whoever built clearly knows how to win a hired gun over."

The mech said nothing as ever and instead pointed to the projector. Dismissing the A.I.'s silent treatment with a shrug, Wrex turned on the projector to see an unknown lifeform answer. The sentient being before Wrex reminded him of an overweight Asari that replaced the head tentacles with a sheer bald head and fur on their face, but Wrex had to give the mystery fellow credit. They had a good taste in wardrobe.

"Greetings, Mister Urdnot," the chubby guy began in a very masculine voice that gave Wrex a good idea what pronouns to use for him, "or do you prefer Wrex?"

With an amused grunt, Wrex replied, "I'm not formal enough for going by my clan name, so just call me Wrex. Who are you by the way?"

Showing a theatric bow, the alien answered, "My name is Doctor Ivo Robotnik of the planet Earth, though I've come to prefer being called Doctor Eggman, just so you know for future reference."

Snorting to himself, Wrex bellowed, "You go by Eggman?! That's a good way to show your low self-esteem, Doc!"

In spite of Spikeball's threatening stance in the background, the aforementioned Eggman merely shared a laugh as if Wrex told a joke. "What began as an insult is now a mark of fear and power on my planet, Wrex." Calming down, he then said with a serious expression, "But my origin story is unimportant. What is important is that I want to hire you," gesturing to the case, he added, "and as you can see, I have a whole planet's worth of credits to compensate for your services."

Getting a good idea that he'll get another billion credits for doing the job, Wrex asked with a smirk, "What do you want me to do, Doctor?"

With a fiendish grin, Eggman spoke as the projector showed new details from coordinates to the hologram of a blue-colored mammal that Spikeball must have been made to resemble. "I have a certain enemy on my world that I want ridden around the yards at best or prematurely disposed of at worst."

Intrigued by Eggman's choice of words, Wrex interjected, "Killing him would be a bad thing to do?"

Slightly annoyed at the interruption, Eggman nonetheless answered with menace in his tone, "I want to destroy him myself, if you must know." Upon getting Wrex's nod of understanding, the doctor continued to say, "In any event, I want you to head for Earth and get into conflict with Sonic the Hedgehog. Your priority will be to keep him and his friends from leaving the planet. If you have to kill him, I'll reward you three billion credits for permanently getting him out of my way."

Pausing at the news, Wrex did not even bother to snap at Eggman's smug expression at his reaction before he finally asked, "And if I bring him to you alive for a real battle?"

The alien's smile widened as he revealed, "Then your reward will be doubled."

Wrex almost felt like stumbling at the news. A full seven billion credit payment? Just to deal with some animal? It was unprecedented for one Krogan, let alone Urdnot Wrex, who had seen so much death and suffering in his long life. He felt a guffaw coming out of him and surrendered to it for a good full minute.

Eggman's smile remained as he asked, "Do we have a contract, Wrex?"

Regaining his breath, Wrex showed his own toothy grin. "We've got a deal, Doc."