"In the years after the Collapse, the world had no Guardians.

It had only Iron Lords.

Immortal, fearless. We fought to protect the survivors of a once-great age.

Our battle was about more than crawling back from the shadows. The Iron Lords would give humanity back its future.

Some know the legend. But no one truly knows how the Iron Lords died their final deaths. That was something you had to be there for. To witness. To remember.

To know that even heroes can die, and survival is not always a victory.

Now I am the lone sentry, and my watch is eternal.

The Iron Lords are gone… but our fight is far from over."

-Saladin Forge, the last of the Iron Lords

*Hours prior to Tali's awakening*

"Tali! Come on, damnit! Bloody say something!"

Mirnada screamed frantically into the comms of the escape pop. She needed a word, so much as a moan to know that Tali had made it off the Normandy safely. They couldn't afford to lose any more of their friends, not after today.

Tali's comm channel remained dead silent. Miranda felt her arm going numb as she slowly lowered it off the speakerphone and took a step back. Dread and anxiety overpowered her. She feared for the worst. Everyone in the pod stared at her with worry. Miranda dared not turn around. She couldn't face them, tell them that they had lost one of their closest comrades, yet again.

"Miranda!"

The voice of Liara spoke through the speaker. It snapped Miranda out of her state and back to reality.

"I just picked up on another pod being launched from the Normandy on my Omni-Tool. I think Tali made it out of there."

That little bit of information hit the four of them like a freight train. Mirnada felt her legs losing feeling and she fell backwards. Joker quickly stood up to catch her before she hit the floor and rested her down on the bench across from him. The scientist finally let out a deep sigh of relief. Standing up from his seat, Javik walked towards the pod's comm systems.

"This is Javik. Do you have any idea as to the location of the quarian's pod?"

"No. I'm not even sure as to what part of space we're in either. Pod navigation is shot from The Anomaly's energy. What about yours?"

Joker stood up from his seat, he limped over to the pod's command console and attempted to access it, but the monitor refused to power on. It looks like their pod wasn't in any better condition.

"Ours is fired too. We're dead in the water."

This was not an ideal situation. If the navigation systems of the pods were inaccessible, then there was no way either party could pilot their pod to the nearest habitable planet. The escape pods would merely drift throughout space aimlessly until they ran out of air or food.

Finally calmed down, Mirnada turned over to the pilot by the computer. "Can we fix it?" She asked.

Joker was now down on his knees. He opened up the hatch to the console's internal hardware. Wires and circuit boards filled his field of view.

"I mean, maybe if we can hook them up to an external power source, we can get them up and running again? Our Omni-Tools might work."

"Yeah, but for how long, Jeff?" Miranda questioned. "We have only four on our end, and Liara and Cortez have two. That's barely eezo to power an alarm clock."

She was right. A few messily Omni-Tools won't be enough power to restore the pods systems. At best, it would buy them a few minutes before the pods power down again. Using the power to send out a burst signal was a bad idea as well, since the last time they did that, a horde of monsters swarmed their ship. So Omni-Tool batteries were just a waste of time.

Miranda reached for her satchel, she pulled out the can of chips she was munching on earlier. Her hand reached inside and pulled out a lone chip which she immediately slipped into her mouth. Miranda looked to her left. Grunt was just staring right at her with a look of utter betrayal, as though Lawson had just nude red his best friend or committed a hate crime against him. No. Not a hate crime, but another crime. One so unforgivable, so heinous that there was no atonement for what she had just done to her dear friend Grunt.

She lied about the chip can being empty.

"I swear that was the last one."

"GIMMIEAFUCKINGCHIP!"


*Nearby*

"Sir. We have identified an unknown vessel close to the orbit of Saturn."

"How many life signatures?"

"Four. Two of them are human. The other two are unidentifiable."

"Bring them aboard immediately. I'll head down the hangar to see if the two unknowns are friend or foe."

"Yes, Valus."


All of a sudden, the whole of the escape pod shook violently. Joker fell backwards from his crouched position and landed on his right shoulder. The fall wasn't bad, but because of his condition, he ended up fracturing his arm on impact and he yelled out. Miranda ran to the pilot and helped him up off the floor. She could see that Joker was in serious pain.

"Guys, what happened? I heard Joker screa-"

The radio cut out and Liara's voice vanished. The pod continued to rock as though it were in the middle of an earthquake. Javik nearly fell over himself had Grunt not caught him in time.

"What the hell's happening?!" Grunt questioned.

"I have no idea!" Miranda replied in a slight panic. "Joker, are you okay?"

"I think my arm's busted, but I'll be fine." Joker said in pain.

For the next few minutes, the pod shook, and it was not letting up. None of them had any clue as to what was happening. Javik quickly moved towards the pod's window. He noticed the space outside was no longer the usual black color, but was now a slight tint of orange. The prothean immediately figured out what was happening now.

"We are caught in a tractor beam! Someone is pulling us into their ship!"

Finally, the shaking stopped and the crew felt a hard drop as their pod hit what they assumed was the floor. Grunt and Javik readied their weapons for whatever firefight was to come if their saviors turned out to be hostile. Miranda had a pistol drawn to protect Joker in his injured state. They all heard numerous sounds from outside the pod. Loud creeks and low moans. Without warning, a large and thick heat blade pierced through the hatch of the pod, causing everyone to jump in surprise. The blade was slicing clean through the metal door as if it were butter, stopping before shifting to a ninety degree angle, then repeating as it cut a square hole into the hatch. Once the square was completely cut, the blade retracted and the metal fell to the floor with a loud thud.

A figure stepped through the hole into the pod. They were absolutely gargantuan, even larger than Grunt. The figure was covered head to toe in thick plated gold armor, concealing its bulky and powerful body. Its face was covered by an eyeless helmet with a rebreather equipped to it. In its right hand, a strange looking weapon, likely a rifle, and an attachment was secured to its left arm. That was probably where the blade that cut open the hatch came from.

Grunt and Javik both stepped back cautiously with their weapons ready. They were ready to go at a moment's notice. Both the crew and the figure stared at each other in dead silence for what felt like an eternity. That was when the figure turned to Javik for some reason.

"What are you looking at?" Javik asked aggressively.

The figure charged forward at the prothean at a surprising speed despite its massive frame. It attempted to grab hold of him, but Grunt moved in front and stopped the giant dead in its tracks with his own body. With one powerful kick, Grunt knocked the figure away and fired off a shot from his Striker Rifle. The shell casing exploded upon contact with the figure's armor and sending it flying out of the pod. The krogan turned to his comrades.

"Come on, let's get out of here!"

Miranda looped Joker's good arm over her shoulders and helped her comrade up onto his feet. She didn't look it, but Miranda was stronger than she looked. Grunt and Javik both bolted out of the pod, rifles in hand. If there were more of those strange armored soldiers outside, then they needed to be cleared out to make way for their human companions. That shouldn't be too hard a task.

"C'mon, Joker." Miranda said strenuously. Slowly, the humans made their way out of the escape pod. Their alien companions waiting for them just feet away from their tiny vessel. They were both standing idle beside one another. "Alight, boys. What are we dealing… Oh shit."

Correction. Escape would prove to be more difficult than originally thought.

The team found themselves standing in the center of a large shuttle bay. The interior design of the architecture was foreign to them. There were countless ships and tanks docked into their own hangars. Large banners of gold and cyan draped down the walls of the bay, each one marked with the same imperial-looking symbol.

But the sheer size of the hold was not what they were focusing on, rather the literal army of bulky soldiers surrounding them, each one armed with either firearms, gargantuan war cleavers, or both. Some were equipped with energy riot shields, others with jet packs, and some who were utter units armed with Vulcan cannons. There were also smaller, skinnier creatures among them wielding sniper rifles, as well as ravenous, crimson War Beasts with razor sharp fangs and claws, adorn in their own armor, and were drooling for the taste of blood.

"I should have retired after the Reapers…" Joker said exhaustedly.

"Hmph. Trade one enemy for another." Stated Javik.

"I don't know what you guys are complaining about! This is gonna be awesome!" Grunt laughed with excitement.

The krogan reached for his lower back to draw his shotgun, a Graal Spike Thrower, and aimed it at the army along with his Stiker. Grunt let out a fearsome roar from deep within his throat. The soldiers around him readied themselves, gripping their weapons tightly.

"KORBAL!" He shouted. The phrase spoken was krogan for "Victory or death", roughly. "COME ON! YOU ALL READY TO DIE, YOU BIG, WARHAMMER WANNABIE FUCKS?!"

Grunt was greatly looking forward to this. As a krogan, he loved nothing more than an intense and bloody fight. Conflict is what flowed through his veins, as it did the rest of his people. Their violent nature is what earned the krogan race their fame after the Rachni Wars, and what pushed the Alliance to deploy the Genophage against them when they rebelled centuries ago. Once one of these fearsome beasts engages in battle, they don't stop until either them or their opponents are meat on the floor.

The army prepared to open fire. However, they were stopped by a bellowing voice.

"STAND DOWN, ALL OF YOU!"

One looked to their back to the one who gave the order. "Valus on deck!" They yelled.

The soldiers made way for their commanding officer to approach. Each one stood stationary alongside one another in perfect sync, weapons at their sides. One officer then made themself known to the Normandy Crew and they were not what they were expecting.

Not a large, armored, hulking beast, but a man. A human man, from their size and figure. All across his large, muscular form was thick Nordic style armor of silver and gold. His shoulder pauldrons were marked with a tree branch patterning, and engraved onto each side of the breastplate of his cuirass, two howling wolves. The man's face was covered by an eyeless helm with a tree marking running up its front, and running down his back, a dark, beaten, fur lined cloak with a marking imprinted in its center. Two armored hands, gripping the hilt of a mighty axe, such as the one he carried in his right hand.

From the style of his armor and weapon of choice, that human appeared to be one of those strange mercenaries who attacked the Citadel, like Shepard. But something about him was off. Very off.

As the man drew closer to the crew, each of them could feel a strange and unsettling sensation around them. Some kind of overwhelming pressure. The air became heavy. Their bodies trembled. Heart rates elevating in response to surging adrenaline. Each step from the armored human made this pressure even heavier. Could this be coming from him? That single man. Was this overwhelming force suffocating all four of these battle hardened soldiers, just his mere presence?

Miranda remembered when she first saw Shepard back at C-Sec. she gave off this same kind of presence as they were experiencing now. Though, not exactly the same. Shepard's was strong, yes. But this man. This… monster, it was excruciatingly heavy. Lawson immediately knew this for a fact just by looking at him. Shepard was an insect compared to who was before them now.

The man finally came to a halt before the crew. The heel of his large axe coming down onto the floor of the hangar bay with a loud thud. He stood stoically before the four stowaways, staring them each down behind his helm.

"You lot!" He spoke in a rough and thunderous voice. "Identify yourselves, immediately!"

Miranda snapped out of her anxious trance and returned to reality. She carefully let go of Joker as he was able to stand on his own by leaning against a wall. The doctor slicked her hair back and marched towards their armored interrogator.

"Hello. I'm Dr. Miranda Lawson, Systems Alliance R division." Miranda introduced herself before turning back at her friends. "With me are Flight Lieutenant Jeff Moreau, Commander Javik, and Urdnot Grunt, head of Aralakh Company."

One soldier attempted to approach the group, but the armored man held out his hand at them, ordering the soldier to hold their position amongst their fellow brothers in arms.

"I am Lord Saladin Forge, Valus of the Iron War Beasts. You stand within the Eligos Lex V, the personal flagship of Empress Caiatl and her Imperial Cabal."

The battleaxe held firmly in his grip vanished in a shimmering flurry of light. Saladin reached for his helm and removed it from his head. The Valus revealed himself to be a well aged individual. He was of African American descent with short black hair, barely visible facial stubble, and deep brown eyes which gave off an intense stare that could pierce right through to your very soul.

"Why did you attack one of the Legionaries that attempted to rescue you?" Saladin asked Miranda sternly.

Miranda crossed her arms and cocked her eyebrow. "Oh? If lunging at one of my comrades' throats is your idea of a rescue, then we clearly have different views on the meaning of the word."

Saladin was taken aback. He turned his gaze to the Legionary on his left with a scorch mark on their armor. The one Grunt shot.

"Bracus Gan? Is this true?"

The Cabal stepped forward and pointed a large finger at the group. Specifically Javik.

"A Dynasty walks among these humans, Valus! They cannot be trusted!" The Legionary defended.

The crew felt co fusion among them upon hearing what Gan said. 'Dynasty?', they wondered. Was he referring to Javik's species? Lord Saladin turned back to the prothean standing next to Grunt.

"The Dynasty, huh? So that is what they look like."

"Are you referring to Javik, Lord Saladin?" Miranda asked.

He nodded his head yes. "It appears my men have somewhat of an issue with the company you keep, Dr. Lawson." The Titan stated.

"Hey Javik, you do something to get on these guys' bad sides?" Asked Joker.

"No." Was the prothean's response to that question. "I have never seen these creatures before, not even during my cycle."

Javik was unfamiliar with a species? That was new, considering he came from fifty thousand years in the past when the prothean ruled an empire that spanned across the entire galaxy.

"It seems my subordinates have a problem with the company you keep, Dr. Lawson. Should I be wary of your friend?" Asked Lord Saladin.

"No. Javik is harmless, unless you piss him off… which is very easy, might I add." Miranda looked back at Javik with a humored smirk. Javik glared at her. "But aside from that, why bring us aboard your ship?"

"Is it a crime to simply lend a helping hand to civilians stranded in space?"

Miranda scoffed doubtfully at Saladin's altruistic claim. She had heard that many times before from literally every mercenary in Terminus Systems.

"Oh-ho, don't give me that 'out of the kindness of your heart' BS, Shakespeare. Everybody has an angle." She spoke suspiciously.

"I speak the honest truth."

"Oh, thao does, does thao?" Joker said, imitating Saladin's manner of speaking."

Saladin stared right at Joker with an offended look. "Okay. First of all, I don't sound like that." He claimed. "Second, I don't see anything to gain from lying to you. We found your pod adrift near the orbit of Saturn. Scans indicated that it was without power, so I instructed my subordinates to pull you into the ship immediately. We were merely trying to assist. You have my word."

The Guardian's words did sound sincere, Miranda had to give him that much at least. She could detect no traces of deception in his voice or posture. However, that didn't necessarily mean he was being honest. Years of constantly moving from one place to another before, during, and even after she worked for Cerberus had taught Lawson that some people are so skilled at lying that they learn to hide their tells.

However, she took note of one detail Saladin included in his story.

"Orbit of Saturn? That's not possible. There's no way we're still in Sol."

The old Guardian raised his brow in question. He wondered as to why Miranda would argue with that.

"And what about the other pod that was with us?" She continued boldly. "There should have been two people inside. An asari and latin guy. Where are they?"

"There was no other pod, Dr. Lawson! Only yours. If there was, perhaps it drifted off."

Her eyes narrowed in suspicion. Now Miranda was certain that Saladin was making stuff up as he went along. She thought that perhaps they had brought Liara and Cortez to another area of the ship to interrogate them, as they were speaking with one another not a few moments ago.

Javik stepped forward, much to the soldiers' caution. "There is only one way to determine if this human's words carry truth."

He referred to his Sensory ability. Javik would touch a person and learn all of their memories and information. That is how they would be able to know if Saladin was lying. Javik approached the armored Guardian, but he was abruptly stopped by a large Centurion who pointed a Slug Rifle at him.

"You will not touch Valus Forge, roach!" It boomed.

Javik sneered from the sudden insult. "Excuse me?!"

"Centurion, what is the meaning of this?!" Saladin questioned his subordinate.

"Sir, do not let it near you. This thing has the ability to dive into one very being and steal all information they possess. It will learn all of your secrets and use them against you."

The Centurion's words were wary, perhaps too much, but Saladin learned to trust his comrades' judgment when he became Valus. So he would not just disregard them.

"Is this true, Javik?" Saladin asked the prothean.

"My people have the ability to recall memories, experiences, information, everything that makes a person who they are, through touch. We call it Sensory. It is how I learned to speak the human tongue." Javik explained in a calm manner, despite the earlier insult.

Lord Saladin went into thought. Sensory. It sounded similar to how the Psions use their psychic abilities to infiltrate people's minds. He experienced how those powers worked not that long ago. If that were true, then the Centurion was right. It would be risky as Saladin did have information that he would rather not give to a stranger.

"If you are truthful, 'Lord' Saladin…" The way Javik referred to Saladin as Lord sounded more like he was mocking the title. The prothean reached for the old Titan's shoulder. "…then you will allow me to touch you."

Before Javik's hand touched Saladin's armor, he was yanked away by the Centurion. The large Cabal drew his heat blade and pointed it at Javik menacingly.

"Back away, Dynasty filth!"

"I am a prothean, primitive! You will show me respect!" Javik demanded.

If something was not done soon, a fight may break out. Saladin stepped in between the two before things got too hot.

"Enough!" He shouted before turning to the insectoid alien. "Javik, I'm sorry. However, I'm afraid that you'll have to believe my words alone. My men will now permit you from using your powers on me."

Javik's patience was running thin. Nobody would refuse to allow Javik to use his ability on them at his request unless they had something to hide. This was an act he was familiar with, back in his cycle. One way of rooting out spies under Reaper Indoctrination was to order them to partake in Sensory, as the ability can detect Reaper influence. If they decline, it was a clear sign, and they would be put to death before they could relay any information to their mechanical masters.

Javik stared at Saladin with a threatening gaze, attempting to intimidate him, but the Guardian's composure was as impregnable as a fortress. His eyes shifted to the Centurion behind Saladin. If Forge would not give him what he needed…

"Then perhaps your subordinate will provide truth to what you claim!"

Javik swiftfully slipped past Saladin and and his hand made contact with the Centurion's chest armor. Javik's eyes glowed a bright green as his Sensory ability activated. However, before he could delve into the stream of information flowing into him, a Psion bolted out from among the soldiers. It suddenly started to levitate off the ground and raised its arm at the prothean in the distance as the eye in its helmet shined a brilliant violet. Waves of psychic energy flowed across the hangar bay towards Javik, hitting him dead on. His eyes went from green to purple in an instant. Javik felt a surge of pain race through his brain and he screamed. He released the Centurion and stumbled backwards, holding his aching head to release the pain.

"Javik!" Miranda exclaimed.

The pain was so intense. Javik didn't even learn a single piece of information from the Cabal.

"What did you do?!"

The Psion approached the Centurion and Saladin.

"My psionic abilities blocked your Sensory before you could learn anything useful. You are powerless here, Dynasty!" It stated.

The prothean's eyes widened in shock. His ability was nullified, and so easily? He was appalled. That shouldn't be the slightest bit possible. Not even the Reapers were capable of completely stopping Sensory and this small creature was able to do it like it was child's play.

Javik turned back to the larger Cabal. An enormous fist collided with the front of his face. Blood sprayed out from his nose and mouth like a water balloon exploding. Javik was knocked away at least fifteen feet from the Bracus and Saladin before falling onto the ground unconscious. The Bracus grunted loudly.

"Filthy prothean!"

"Bracus!" Saladin shouted angrily. "I did not give you the go ahead to engage him."

The Bracus turned to his superior. "You do not understand what these creatures are capable of, Valus Forge. They-"

*BLAM*

A deafening sound echoed through the hangar. A gunshot. Right before Saladin's eyes, the Bracus' head exploded in a gush of red liquid, splattering all across the Guardian's face. The Cabal's body went limp, then fell to the ground lifelessly. Shock completely overcame Saladin. One of his men was murdered right in front of him. The other Cabal around were in just as much shock as he was. Saladin turned to the culprit.

Grunt, aiming his smoldering Striker.

"Nobody messes with our dumbass bug." He said, blowing away the smoke of the gun's barrel.

Mirnada felt a drop of sweat fall from her forehead. "And… We're dead."

The Cabal all crew their weapons at the krogan. They were more than ready to avenge their fallen brother by any means necessary. Grunt smirked in excitement. He would finally get his fight, or he would have, if not for the booming voice of Saladin shouting at them.

"HOLD!" He screamed. They all complied with their leader's command, though some were hesitant, but obeyed. Saladin glared at the krogan with eyes burning with fury. "You just murdered one of my men!"

"He struck first." Grunt justified.

Forged tilted his head in confusion. Grunt wondered why he would do that. That was when he realized, Saladin couldn't understand him. He groaned.

"Joker, toss me your translator!"

Reaching into his ear, Joker pulled out a small device and threw it towards Grunt. He then tossed it at Saladin who caught it and then stared at the gadget in his hand. He was unaware as to what exactly it was until Grunt tapped his finger at the spot where his ear was. Saladin quickly caught on. He slipped the small device into his right ear canal.

"Can you hear me now?" Grunt asked.

Saladin nodded. "Loud and clear, creature."

The krogan holstered his assault rifle, and slowly, he started walking towards the Guardian. "The name's Grunt, you old fossil."

Saladin started walking also. He placed his helmet back over his head and tightened his grip on his battleaxe. His free hand floating just above the crudely crafted hand cannon strapped to his side.

"Why did you kill that Centurion, Grunt?" Saladin questioned.

"That's obvious. He attacked my comrade." Grunt replied quickly, but venomously.

"He was out of line, but that doesn't not give you the right to open fire."

"Oops."

Grunt's voice was filthy with sarcasm. It made Saladin feel sick to his stomach, like he wanted to hurl at the sheer disregard for life. The two continued to close in on one another.

"Do you have no remorse for what you've done?"

"Hmm… No."

"Is that right? You remind me of the Cabal around us."

The krogan reached for his right hip and his grip enclosed around something. A krogan hammer, like the one Wrex used back on the Citadel. With a squeeze of the grip, the head crackled with an electrical pulse from the weapon's eezo core.

"If that's true, it sounds like these guys and my people would have been best friends."

Finally, Grunt and Saladin stopped mere inches from one another. Grunt towered over Saladin. His blue eyes pierced through the helmet to his own underneath. Their faces almost touched as the brogan exhaled hard onto the human's face.

"I had hoped we could resolve this peacefully with our words, but you seem dead set on a battle."

"Talking things out is for salarians. I've been itching to fight another one of you freaks."

"You've fought a Guardian before?"

Grunt's response to that question was a fast swing of his left fist across the side of Saladin's head. The Titan's head moved to the side from the blow, but his body didn't even so much as twitch. His head shifted back to its original position. He glared at Grunt beneath his helm.

"Yeah. He gave me this arrow in my skull. I'm dying for some payback."

"You do not want this fight."

Grunt stepped closer to Saladin. Right up in his face, the krogan exhaled hard through his nose; his gaze menacing, bloodthirsty, ready for a brawl.

"Oh, but I do. I REALLY do."

Both brutes stared one another down. The sheer bloodlust between them may as well have been visible at this point. Despite Grunt's large and ferocious frame, Saladin did not so much as shutter. There was no fear within him, not so much as a shred. Merely a growing desire to knock this krogan out before things get too out of hand.

A vicious growl could be heard reverberating from within Grunt's throat. The young warrior's fangs began to show. He was ready for this. He was so fucking ready. Grunt, in all truths, wanted to take on the large Cabal surrounding him and the crew as they looked more like a challenge than just one wrinkled old fossil standing in front of him now. However, something about this guy, something about Saladin, who's mere presence was like that of a heavy smoke suffocating them, peeked his interests… This guy must have been powerful. Had to be. Grunt could feel it from the second he walked into the hangar. There was zero doubt.

"It should be fun… for how long it lasts, anyway, Gramps!"

Grunt raised his hammer. He swung it towards Saladin's face with the force of a charging rhino. The head of the hammer hit his helmet.

The hammer shattered. Grunt's eyes widened. Saladin tightened his left fist. It started to glow a burning orange before catching fire.

"Even old wolves still fight."

His body shifted. With a single, mighty uppercut, Saladin's fist collided with Urdnot's jaw. The sheer power behind the blow, it was like Grunt was just hit with a meteor. The heat of the flames actually melted through the protective armor plating covering his jaw so Saladin could hit Grunt's flesh underneath, increasing the damage dealt. The large krogan was thrown high into the air like nothing. Joker and Miranda couldn't believe what they were seeing. Someone as big as Grunt being sent flying with a single punch? Impossible!

Grunt crashed into the floor with a hard thud. A black scotch mark now burned into his chin. Blood leaked out from the corner of his mouth and he could tell that there was a fracture in his jawbone. The flames covering Saladin's fist vanished.

"If you continue, I'll be left with no choice but to detain you."

The krogan rocked his body back before jumping back onto his feet. He spit out the blood from his mouth and wiped off the traces running down his mouth.

"That a threat or a promise?" Grunt asked, gradually getting more and more excited for what was to come. "Stop talking, old man! Let's go!" He manifested two Omni-Blades in both arms.

It was now clear that Grunt was not going to heed his warnings. Battle was the only thing he would understand… Like the Cabal. Saladin sighed. Very well, he would sate his bloodlust before dragging this creature off into a confinement cell.

The hunt had begun, and the wolves were hungry for krogan blood.


Hey everyone! I know I haven't updated for a bit, but I'm back. Been busy preparing to go to Mexico on Wednesday! Clothes are picked out, got some pesos from a currency shop, travel documents are printed, and now I'm ready to go! WAHOO!

Also, just got my new N7 flannel shirt today and, holy crap, is that thing soft! Wish I joined N7 for all the swag they got. Lol.

Anyway, until my next chapter. See y'all until then!

And Miranda, SHAME ON YOU! Grunt hasn't eaten all day!