Codex entries to be changed:
Krogan DMZ*
"The Krogan Demilitarized Zone (DMZ) is a region on the Krogan homeworld, Tuchanka, that was established following the Krogan Rebellions. The DMZ was created as a buffer zone to prevent further conflict between the Krogan and the Citadel Council races. The region is heavily monitored and patrolled by Council forces, and the Krogan are strictly limited in their military capabilities within this area.
After the genophage was introduced to reduce Krogan birth rates, the Krogan population declined sharply, and the DMZ became a symbol of the Krogan's diminished status in the galaxy. Despite this, the region remains a tense and volatile area, with occasional skirmishes and tensions between Krogan factions and the Council peacekeeping forces.
The DMZ is also a hub of trade and economic activity, as some Krogan have turned to mercenary work and other forms of non-military employment. However, the region is still marked by poverty and desperation, as many Krogan struggle to adapt to their new circumstances."
Changes:
The word "strictly limited" now becomes "poorly limited".
Chapter 6: The Krogan DMZ and the Illicit Arms Trade*
As the Normandy SR1 descended through the thick, hazy atmosphere of Tuchanka, Commander Shepard stood at the airlock, her eyes fixed on the rugged, desolate landscape below. The Krogan homeworld was a harsh and unforgiving place, a testament to the resilience of its inhabitants. Captain Anderson and the crew were preparing for the landing, but as the ship touched down, Shepard realized they had landed in the wrong area.
"Commander, this isn't the location you specified," Joker said, his voice tinged with concern. "We seem to have landed in one of the primary sites of illicit arms production and trade."
Shepard's eyes narrowed. "Understood, Joker. We'll need to regroup and secure the necessary weapons before heading to the abandoned facility."
She stepped out of the Normandy, her boots hitting the rocky ground with a solid thud. The area was a hive of activity, with Krogan traders and mercenaries moving about, their eyes watchful and wary. The air was thick with the smell of exhaust and the acrid scent of weapons oil.
"Welcome to the Krogan DMZ," a rough voice said behind her. Shepard turned to see a burly Krogan with a scar running down his face. "I'm Wrex. What brings you here, human?"
Shepard introduced herself and explained the situation. "I need to reach the abandoned cloning facility. I heard it might be connected to Saren's plans."
Wrex's eyes gleamed with interest. "Saren, huh? He's a tricky one. But if you're looking for the facility, you'll need some serious firepower. This place is poorly limited, and the Council's control is more of a joke than a reality."
Shepard nodded. "I need to acquire some weapons. Do you know where I can find what I need?"
Wrex pointed to a nearby compound. "There's a black market arms dealer over there. His name is Rok. He'll have what you need, but be careful. The Krogan here are as unpredictable as they come."
Shepard made her way to the compound, her senses on high alert. The area was a maze of makeshift structures and hasty fortifications, a testament to the Krogan's resourcefulness and adaptability. She approached the entrance, where a Krogan guard stood watch.
"Business or pleasure?" the guard growled.
"Business," Shepard replied, her voice firm. "I need to see Rok."
The guard stepped aside, and Shepard entered the compound. Inside, the air was thick with the sound of haggling and the clink of credits. Rok, a large Krogan with a thick beard and a menacing demeanor, stood behind a counter, surrounded by a vast array of weapons.
"Welcome, human," Rok said, his voice a deep rumble. "What can I do for you?"
Shepard explained her needs, and Rok nodded, his eyes appraising. "I have what you need, but it won't come cheap. The Krogan DMZ may be poorly limited, but good weapons are still in high demand."
After a brief negotiation, Shepard purchased a range of weapons, including a powerful assault rifle and a high-impact shotgun. She also secured some thermal clips and medi-gel, essential for the mission ahead.
With her equipment in hand, Shepard returned to Wrex. "Thank you for your help," she said. "I'm ready to head to the cloning facility."
Wrex nodded, his expression serious. "Be careful, Shepard. The facility is long abandoned, but it's still a dangerous place. If Saren's involved, he might have left some surprises behind."
Shepard and her team set out, moving through the DMZ with a sense of purpose. The landscape was harsh and unforgiving, but Shepard was determined. The visions from the Prothean Beacon had given her a clear sense of the threat, and she was ready to face whatever lay ahead.
As they approached the coordinates of the abandoned facility, Shepard felt a sense of resolve. The battle to uncover the truth about Saren and the Reapers was just beginning, and she was ready to fight.
Little did she know, the facility would reveal secrets that would challenge everything she believed in and push her to her limits in ways she never imagined.