Disclamier: Mass Effect is not mine and it is not my creation or my property. This is done purely for entertainment purposes and not for profit.
This story contains extreme violence, excessive profanity and very graphic sexual content, all of it interspecies erotica. If that's not your cup of tea, turn back now. Also this contains spoilers for Mass Effect 3 so if you if don't like spoilers then don't read.
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While I was working on The Ravaging of a Dh'oine I started playing Mass Effect again and got inspired. So I'm doing both fics now.
This fic is based roughly on the aftermath of Mass Effect 3. For those of you who don't play the Mass Effect series this fic won't make sense at all unless you played. So I decided to do a brief run down and condense a series of three video games into one lovely paragraph.
The game is mostly based on an intergalactic federation theme. Much like The Council in Star Wars. An ancient artificially intelligent machine race called Reapers are trying to destroy the galaxy. A war begins and different races have to ban together to defeat them. Shepard and her team reported directly to The Council and went on covert missions to stop the Reapers.
For fanfiction purposes, all races joined the fight and all members of the team are alive after the end battle with the Reapers.
* Once again this contains Mass Effect 3 Spoilers
Races mentioned:
Here's a link that will help. But this is really the only races you need to know for this fic if you haven't played:
wiki/Races
The Asari: A race of blue aliens similar to Twi'leks in star wars. They are an all female race and only reproduce with other races, which help spread rumors of promiscuity. They live much longer than most species and well respected for their knowledge and beauty. They are considered "Janes of all trades". You'll find Asari that are pirates, strippers, prostitutes, soldiers and priestesses.
The Salarians: An intelligent highly advanced technologic race. Mostly comprised of scientists. They resemble a short of amphibian species and tend to speak quickly. So quickly they tend to speak in shortened sentences to get their point across.
The Krogan: A strong brutal warrior race resembling dinosaurs or Scarrans from Farscape. Their culture is a warrior system built upon a cast of clans and broods each ones proving they were better warriors. They have a high sense of pride and ruthlessness. The Korgan are the strongest allies in war but most feared during peace time. They usually are the best hired body guards and mercenaries during peace time. Everyone fears Krogans.
The Quarians: A humanoid race that always wears masks because it's difficult for them to find atmosphere that's breathable. They were exiled from their homeland by the Geth. They are good scientists but more gifted engineers and techs.
The Geth: A race of technologically advanced robots created by the Quarians. They uprose when the Quarians tried to destroy them for displaying intelligence and exiled the Quarians.
The Vorcha and the Batarians: Their physical appearance is hard to describe, the links above have pics of all the races. In any case, these two races are somewhat humanoid. They are usually comprised of mercenaries and slavers and usually hired by other more advanced races.
The Genophage: A biological weapon that the Salarians created causing infertility among the Korgan. Only 1 out of 1000 Korgan births survive. This was implemented after the Salarians used the Korgan for their battle prowess. Then the Korgan began to overpopulate and take over lesser worlds. At that point, the Genophage was created and for the last 1,000 years the Korgan are a slowly dying race.
Main Pairing: Shepard/Urdnot Wrex
I love Wrex because he's badass. He has great one-liners and if you're in a gunfight he's the motherfucker you want next you. The Krogans got screwed like they normally do, so pay back is a bitch. This is my ode to Urdnot Wrex and the Krogan Empire.
Justifiable Homicide
Chapter 1
By
DarkLaraJade
Liara T'Soni was standing in the docking port hanger waiting to see a new shipment of upgraded pulse rifles with her assistant. Her assistant was an Asari as she was and stood directly beside her. Each one carried their own pulse pistol in case of trouble.
As the Shadow Broker, she had to deal in weapons to sell on the black market. Weapons were the second most important commodity to her business, classified information being the first. Usually she wouldn't come to such a lowly deal but the leader of the Blood Pack was going to be there and he was offering a new type of Salarian technology.
She only met with the leader during important circumstances and had done this before. The blue Asari clasped her hands together behind her back and waited for the mercenary leader. Their mercenary group were very good smugglers and hit men. As such, they were essential to her business.
The leader of the Blood Pack was a Krogan named Ganar Wrang and he was only accompanied by his next in command, a Vorcha named Gryll. Ganar Wrang and Gryll carried a heavy metal crate before Liara and dropped it in front of her.
This was normal and routine; Liara knew the men well. She instructed her assistant to open the crate but Gryll beat her two it. He walked forward and opened the crate. When Liara looked down at the weapons, she felt the cold steel of a pulse pistol against her temple.
Her Asari assistant pulled the trigger and then the world went black; Liara was dead before she hit ground.
The Asari assistant smiled at the Blood Pack leader, "I think I've had enough of taking orders from her! I want to be Shadow Broker as you promised. You said I was next!"
Gryll had moved behind her while she was talking to the Blood Pack Leader. The Asari assistant then jumped and she became immobile with fear. The Vorcha had placed a pulse rifle at the back of her bare head.
"Yes, you're next sweet thing.", the Vorcha hissed.
He then pulled the trigger and the young Asari's corpse fell to the ground; a black gaping hole in her forehead followed by grey puffs of smoke.
The Krogan smirked, "Well done, let's get what we came for and get out of here."
The Blood Pack Leader and his Vorcha right hand man left the bodies in the hanger to be easily discovered.
Elsewhere, a Salarian lie balled up on the ground. Three massive Krogan nearly filled the entire space of the small lab. A Krogan stepped forward and began to stomp on the Salarian's torso. The other two Krogan laughed as they heard the Salarian's thin cartilage snapping under 400 lbs. of pressure. The Salarian was too weak to fight; they had been torturing him for hours.
One of the Salarian's bulbous eyes was swollen shut, "Please, don't do this. We were friends, Wrex."
The Krogan looked down at him disdainfully, "Really? Friends? Is that why you gave my people a fake cure to the Genophage? Is that why you condemned my people to die of extinction?"
Wrex then kicked the small Salarian so hard he literally slid across the room. Wrex continued to rant, "Is that why you made me look like a fool in front of my people? I told them we were no longer cursed by that fucking plague you turned on us and it was all lies! The one Salarian I think I can trust turns out to be a slimy bastard like the rest of his kind."
Wrex then stomped over to the shivering Salarian, and grabbed him off the floor by his collar. The angry Krogan brought him up to eye level, "Look at you. Ready to piss yourself. How fucking disgusting. Where is she, Mordin? I know you didn't do it alone."
The Salarian shook his head back and forth, "Never tell. Never."
The vengeful Krogan smirked, revealing razor sharp teeth, "I was hoping you would say that."
Wrex then opened his hand, releasing Mordin who was dangling by his collar. He enjoyed the satisfying thud the small alien made when he hit the floor. Wrex then started jostling his shoulders back and forth, like a boxer getting amped up for a big fight.
"Me and my boys LOVE making Salarians talk. You're all just so….squishy, you bleed quicker than anyone else."
Wrex turned to his younger brood brother Wreav, "What should we use, little brother? I'll let you have the honor of choosing."
Wreav was his brood brother because they had the same mother, they were also a part of the same Clan. Verren, the other Krogan standing next to Wreav, was not his brood brother but shared the same Clan as he and Wreav. Verren was older than Wreav, but much younger than Wrex. Wreav gave the same toothy grin and pulled a long knife with serrated edges out of his boot. The edges were sharp and lethal.
Wrex cracked his younger brother on the side of his head playfully with his fist, "We aren't just from the same mother, we think alike too."
Wrex took the knife and walked over to Mordin who had crawled into a corner. Wrex walked over to him and got down on one knee. Mordin grabbed his massive hand when he reached to grab a hold of one spongy antenna shaped like a horn. Mordin was shaking; the Salarian knew how sensitive the appendages were.
"Please, don't!"
"Tell me where she is? You must have some data somewhere."
Mordin shook his head and tears came down his face. "No, won't talk. Won't ever talk."
"Suit yourself, Salarian."
Wrex leaned forward and began to cut the spongy antennae with the knife. The Salarian screamed and twisted in his grip, begging for mercy. Although the knife was sharp and the antenna was easily detached given its thin density, Wrex took his time.
His thick red and black hands were covered in Salarian blood. He then dangled the flesh in front of Mordin's one good eye before dropping it to the floor.
Mordin gritted his teeth, "You're a monster. You know that?"