I was always a violent kid growing up, landed my self behind bars more times than I can count. From running away from foster homes, to robbing people late at night, breaking in to closed stores and taking anything I wanted, that's how I survived, Thats how I lived, and That's how I died.
"Hahahaha! Taste my quads Bug!"
An explosion tore through the pile of sticky substance, that I took cover behind, my ears rang yet the voice of my bloodthirsty clansman seeped in, holding my barely functioning futuristic Rifle closely, I knew I was going to die again soon, with labored breath and my hearing returning, the sounds of explosions continued with the heart full laugh of my clansman alongside it.
His dark colored Hard shell cased over his body, every movement he made cracked the ground as he fired relentlessly, with that familiar grin All my Clansman carry, more so than any of our alien species brethren, Which I found out a while back that we where more eccentric than the others.
"Runt! Grow a Quad You dishonor your Brother!"
Ain't that the first I heard that, when I died I thought that was it going straight to hell but that didn't happen, no god had a plan for me, on a different galaxy in a world where everything could and will kill you, that little place was tuchanka And I was born as it Troubled Mean son A Krogan.
Instead unlike my fellow Krogan when I was born I was almost killed, sentenced by my clans chief to die by his blade, for the simple reason that I was born different, inferior, weak, the runt of the litter, I was smaller than the rest and the size of my hump didn't help my case.
As I watched my impending doom take place, he saved me a Krogan child half the size of the rest, the one that would take me in, the one that I call my brother Lobo why he saved me, his answer was simple because I was his brother.
And now here I am still kicking with the training from my brother, that I was refused from the cheif lucky for me my brother was a battle master the youngest our clan The laughing storm had in history.
If it wasent for him I wouldn't have survived this long in the war, that all tuchanka was fighting in the Rachni wars, one I wanted no part of, i still questioned sometimes if all of this was a dream that I was experiencing, if I wasn't trapped in the mass effect universe that I played when I was in that one foster home.But sadly it wasent, sadly I was born as a reptilian like species instead of a human, hundreds or thousands of years into the past before shepherd was born.
Fighting bugs the size of cars, and much much bigger.
The ground shook under me as those horrible sharp sounds rocked the air, I knew those sounds better than my own breathing they where coming.
"It's the Rachni!"
I shouted towards him, looking past the cover they where too many, I could feel my hearts rapidly speed and glance towards my flimsy weapon on the edge of falling apart, we weren't going to survive this, reinforcements where out of the picture by the time they arrived we would already be over run, and that's an if they come this planet we fought on was too hot the citadel wanted to establish a foot into enemy territory, but they will cut there loses once the see the strain like they've done before vying for option that cost less resources, leaving us to die.
'Shit.'
Gritting my teeth the Rachni were getting closer, aiming my gun I fired, when one fell more took its place seeing the flashing red light on my gun start to rapidly blink, i was almost out, looking around besides my laughing clansman there where a dozen more Krogan firing, seven quarians and a Elcor with a volus?
Pushing aside that weird combination, things where getting worse the Rachni were advancing faster, with a grim look my gun overheated and I knew what I was about to do, had to be done because none of my overcrazed blood thirsty clansmen would ever do what I was going to do next.
"Fallback! To The skulls!"
I shouted, slinging my gun onto my back, the rest reacted I could see relief oozing from the quarians, elcor and the volus they wanted to retreat a long time ago but seeing my brethren stand there ground, they forced themselves to do the same.
"Don't listen to this runt! Fight and make these bugs bleed show them your quad!"
Clenching my fist before he could say another word, I slammed my head towards him making him stumble a few step back, before grabbing into the helm of his armor.
"Fallback."
My eyes bore into him, as he grunted letting him go I looked towards the other Krogan who watched all with the same tight gripped expression, they where angry, frustrated but so was I, one by one they fell back shooting at the advancing swarm of Rachni.
The skulls where we where heading, was a barren wasteland filled with toxicity and skulls the size of ships, none of us has ever been there close only seeing it from a distance, it was a risk but a necessity we need walls, we couldn't be out in the open where we would get swarmed again.
Jumping over a dead Krogan, with his stomach ripped over I knew that would happen to me if we got over run.
"Over here! Come quick! Hurry!"
A quarian yelled waving their hand, as behind them was a cave with a boulder infront of it yet, there was gap big enough to squeeze in even for a Krogan.
"To the cave!"
I shouted changing course rushing to the cave as the rest of the quarians made it in, pushing myself as I heard the claws of the Rachni grow closer and closer, a sharp yell made me turn around.
Layed fallen on the ground was the elcor, it leg broken while the volus, desperately tried to pull it up.
Sweat coiled around my skin, as I stopped, my clansmen rushed passed me sneering watching with utter contempt.
"Weakling."
He uttered as he and the rest of the Krogan made it inside the cave, the sounds of the Rachni grew louder, the floor trembled.
Clicking my tongue in frustration I moved, racing towards the elcor.
'Stupid, supid, stupid.'