Bab 2: Archangel Down
"I thought you were supposed to be some kind of newborn krogan super soldier, not some kind of slick lizard businessman." Zaeed laughed as he and I made our way back to the front of Afterlife to rejoin Shepard after her meeting with Aria T'loak, the asari mob boss in charge of the ancient asteroid mining station Omega.
"I was a businessman in a past life." I chuckled back to the grizzly murder hobo.
"Huh," he grunted, "never thought Krogan believed in reincarnation."
"I am fifty percent sure they don't." I added as we finally closed the distance between us and Shepard.
"Mordin can wait." Miranda stated as the de facto spokeswoman for the jump suited Cerberus duo, "The plague has either killed him, or it hasn't. There isn't much we can do to change things either way. The window on Archangel gets smaller with each passing minute."
"Agreed." Shepard nodded, "Come on, we are infiltrating the mercs going after Archangel. Transport to the mission site is nearby."
The team stepped off the transport and were instantly greeted by a batarian in a Blue Suns uniform.
"Oh sweet." He said, revealing those needle-like teeth the batarians share with the vorcha, "You guys don't look like Archangel is going to tear you apart like tissue paper, and you brought your own krogan."
"Just point us to where we are going." the commander ordered him.
"Sergeant Cathka is in charge of the freelancers. Report to him."
As we made our way through the mercenary encampment EDI informed us over our coms of the heavy opposition we will be facing and recommended doing everything we can to sabotage the enemy before we start shooting everyone. Fortunately, Commander Shepard is some kind of unholy hybrid of the soldier and infiltrator classes, fully able to use all the abilities of both. A few uses of her tactical cloak and she has sabotaged their heavy mech and robbed every unsecure terminal and resource in the area.
Interestingly enough, when talking to Cathka, Shepard didn't take the renegade action to stop him. Like a good neighbor I lumbered over and let him know he was working too hard before stabbing him with a glowing omni-blade, slaying the batarian mechanic and stopping the repairs on the gunship.
"Sorry, Space Momma." I apologized to Shepard, "A little backstabbing now to deal with a less powered up gunship is easy math."
"I didn't know they still made omni-blades." she commented, "That's old school."
"And if people get their heads out of their asses they'll make a comeback soon." I laughed about how the husk hordes brought about the resurgence of the omni-blade function of the combat omni-tool in Mass Effect 3.
"Alright folks," Shepard addressed our five man fire team, "Weapons hot."
Shepard, Zaeed, and I pulled out our Avenger assault rifles and Jacob and Miranda pulled out their little sub machine guns. I tooled up with incendiary ammo like the Commander and Jacob, while Zaeed applied disruptor ammo. With a grin no one saw under my helmet I activated my holographic tech armor that operates using the ME3 rules. I only managed to get a 40 percent damage reduction out of it with the current setup of my gear, but I also had shields, armor, and my ridiculous krogan biology. I am a two legged tank.
We jumped the barricade that barely protected the merc side from Garrus's sniper fire and opened up on the exposed backs of our 'allies' as we crossed the walkway to the building hosting the turian's final stand. We swept through the poorly equipped freelancer mercenaries without issue and made our way up to the second floor where we encountered the blue armored marksman as he took his helmet off.
"Shepard?" He greeted, making me wonder how anyone can recognize her under the full helmet she wears.
As the commander and her rebel c-sec buddy catch up Zaeed and I take up positions on the windows and switch to our sniper rifles with the red and blue holographs indicating our selected ammo mutation.
"We've got Eclipse coming up." Garrus commented and Shepard looked down the scope of her own rifle as the mechs started to drop on the walkway. One shot and one mech down later she starts the hostilities and all I can say is that is an absolute slaughter.
I was a good shot in my human life and Grunt has the hands of a surgeon and the reflexes of a spider. It is spooky how easily I headhunt all the mechs and mercs. Zaeed, Garrus, and Shepard have similar or even greater precision than myself and the balcony becomes a platform of raining death. When the sabotaged Eclipse YMIR Mech drops and turns on the merc band the situation goes from unwinnable to complete FUBAR. In the end we have to destroy the giant mech ourselves as we gunned down Jaroth and his forces before they could destroy it themselves.
"That's Eclipse down." Garrus commented during the lull in combat caused by us killing everyone in that wave of the attack, "We got that scumbag Jaroth in that attack, but I don't like our odds of fighting our way out of hear with both the Blood Pack and the Blue Suns still out there."
"We could make it with ease." I comment, completely sure we could scythe through the two hundred plus mercs on the other side.
"Maybe," Garrus acknowledged, "But we shouldn't risk it just yet."
The sound of an explosion below us reveals the threat of the Blood Pack, who set up a new access route to us while the Eclipse mercs got wiped out.
"Damn it!" Garrus cursed, "Shepard, take your team down to the basement and seal the blast doors, we can't have them hitting us from both ends with impunity."
"Grunt and Zaeed will stay here with you." Shepard decides.
While I would be an excellent choice for the close confines of the building's sub level, the show I put on with the sniper rifle must have been the deciding factor.
"Thanks." Garrus grinned and started firing at the merc forces trying to charge down the walkway to pincer us.
Zaeed and I joined him in this turkey shoot until Garm, leader of the Blood Pack on Omega, came through the second story door in his massive red armor.
"Dibs!" I cried as I charged the veteran krogan battle master and side hopped out of the way of his M-300 Claymore blast.
Thank God for my superior reflexes because shotguns work nothing like they do in games in real life. The Claymore is the equivalent of shooting the entire thermal clip capacity of the M-96 Mattock at once and can put all its pellets in the chest of a humanoid target at 30 yards. Absolute devastation. Fortunately, Garm never chose to replace the cheap components of the stock model and couldn't fire it more than once per thermal clip. I was on him long before he managed to reload.
I pick him up and we crash down onto the first floor together. Mounting up on the winded krogan I start pummeling him, but the guy has more than enough strength to throw me off. With a roar he is back on his feat and attacking me with his own fists enhanced by the blue glow of biotic power. He is obviously in the blood rage, and I slip into it as well. When I regain my focus, the first floor of this building is completely wrecked and I've got Garm's decapitated head in my hands.
The blood rage was exhilarating and I feel like a million bucks from the enhanced regeneration experienced during it. I make my way back up and find the team huddled around the downed form of Garrus Vakarian. Turns out he ate shit from that gunship this time too. Shepard and the Cerberus goons go back to the Normandy with him and the medivac, while Zaeed and I stay behind.
A few calls later and we have a pack of batarians gathering up all the guns and the stranded quarian kid working salvage. The batarians end up offering me thirteen thousand credits plus everything on my wish list, and the quarian kid offers me three thousand plus his help assembling everything on my wish list. I also hacked Jaroth and Garm's credit chits, pulling up a sweet seventy thousand credits between them. I took Garm's armor and gun for myself, meaning I made out like a pirate king on this mission.
I helped the quarian load up the salvage and our loot from this endeavor onto his truck and the three of us drove back to his workshop. We worked for an hour while we waited for the batarians to drop off my goodies. I wanted to crack a joke about how we had two guys in a chop shop with only twelve fingers between them, but we were both born with only three fingers on each hand and I didn't think he'd laugh about it being a chop shop in Alabama.
The real work started after the batarian delivery and we put in another two hours before calling it quits when I opened up the 'smokestacks' on the shoulders of Garm's armor and discovered cold ryncol and hot pyjak nuggets. I laughed about how the big mystery behind the weird accessories was revealed as thermoses. After I devoured my enemies nuggets and drank all his booze we locked up the workshop and headed to Afterlife with Zaeed to continue my party. Everything was going great until the bartenders changed shifts and a batarian I remembered served Zaeed his next drink.
Like lighting I snatched the old mercs hand before he grabbed the drink.
"Drink it." I growled at the bartender.
"No." He denied as he backed up.
"Drink it!" I shouted as I pulled my pistol on the guy, "Or I kill you and the next dozen batarians I meet, you fucking coward!"
A crowd had circled up around us, a typical Omega pack of criminals and mercs unphased by the drawn gun and excited to see me use it.
Afterlife's security seemed really unwilling to step up for this guy.
"Drink the Goddamn drink!" Zaeed yelled as he realized what was happening.
"Drink! Drink! Drink!" the crowd chanted.
"Don't take the drink!" one salarian yelled, "Get shot!"
A turian working for Aria showed up, looked at the bartender, and said, "Take the drink."
With shaking hands, the batarian slammed back the drink while the crowd roared in approval.
Five seconds later he collapsed, writhing on the floor.
"You three have drinks on the house." the turian
"Holy shit, kid." Zaeed laughed, "You just saved my life."
He put his hand on my shoulder.
"We are taking asari home with us tonight."
My man.
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Bab 3: The Build
I spent last night getting my lizard cock worshiped by a pair of busty blue skinned babes. Possibly the greatest sentence ever put together, and definitely one that changed my life. I discovered something about myself that night. I would do literally anything to save Zaeed's life again.
The man is a panty dropping wizard. Even the quarian kid had a nice girl to 'embrace eternity' with. Poor kid had to leave his envirosuit on to keep from developing a possibly lethal infection, but that asari short range telepathy acid trip stuff works through clothes and armor. He'd never have to contemplate why asari genitals are so perfect at taking cock despite being an all female species, but at least he got an intense experience for his first sexual encounter.
The three of us left that hotel room brothers closer than any others.
When we got back to the kid's workshop we finished the rework of Garm's armor. Re-lined, re-wired, and repaired of the neglect left by the old sweaty bastard. The six thermoses he used for his liquor and snacks got converted into two power cells capable of powering a tank and a half each, a pair of shield generators bringing my total shield capacity to 1800, an auto doc to check my vitals and distribute medigel without my input, and an armor repair module based off geth tech.
I felt jipped, but each additional unit of shielding is exponentially harder to achieve than the last, and I would never have enough money to make a personal shield generator that would get me over 9000 . The faster recharge rate and reduced delay made up for my disappointment.
Between all the dead Eclipse and Blue Suns mercs we had a smorgasbord of the best omni-tools in the Terminus System for the kid to crack and add to my load out. I didn't need to wait for Shepard and the Cerberus scientists to scan and research the way Eclipse mercs reduce tech cool downs by using multi-tool swap set ups when I could just take the tools right off one of the gang's top brass. We loaded up Tech Armor, Fortification, Overload, Incinerate, Incendiary and Disruptor ammo, spec'ing for maximum defense and single target damage.
Tech cooldown and rank were a function of omni-tool quality and stable power supply. Unlike in the games anyone could throw out maxed out tech abilities if they had access, no elite levels of training needed. Money was the biggest factor in limiting the tech game, but anyone smart enough could get around that like we did. Of course, not everyone could mount two power cells to their shoulder and run around, but I am a super krogan for the win.
The quarian kid had a friend come over and paint my armor black and orange while I went to work on the shotgun I looted. I am pretty sure this girl is going to get killed by Morinth in the near future, but I kept my mouth shut.
Instead I gave my Claymore the Widow to Black Widow conversion, getting the shot capacity up from 1 to 3. It added more weight to the already heavy gun, but I didn't care. I also added a stock, bayonet, smart choke, and the recoil dampening system that allowed other species besides krogan to fire the damn thing without breaking an arm. Just because I could use the gun safely didn't mean I would enjoy the feeling of a fifteen hundred pound horse kicking me every time I pulled the trigger. I swear krogan use the ridiculous base model of the gun just to feel like tough guys.
I ended up with three huge health bars that regen independently of each other with a 90% damage reduction and an under three second cooldown time on the only two abilities needed to dick down on the entire galaxy. Throw in a shotgun now completely lethal to three people up to forty yards away and we have achieved Lord Death of Murder Mountain status. There was still lots of room for improvement, but the framework was now firmly in place.
Zaeed got called away before we finished to go help recruit Mordin in the plague zone, so he missed out on us finding a back alley 'shooting range' and putting everything through an hour of testing. As I looked on at the smoking ruins of what was once the smoking ruins of a functional back alley, and saw that my work was good.
"We have created true beauty, my friend." I said after the testing as I clasped hands manly style with the stranded quarian scrapper.
"I can't thank you enough for letting me help build your gear." the quarian said, "I've learned so much."
"I gotta move out." I told him, "Keelah se'lai, brother."
"Keelah se'lai, Grunt." he said, "I'll never forget you."
A few hours later Zaeed showed back up just after the pirates I hired finished delivering the freezer trailers full of stolen meat, milk and eggs I purchased from them. I had to shoot two of them for trying to steal from us. Only vorcha would believe they are out of sight of the discount byakugan field of vision that krogan possess.
"You certainly took over the cargo bay." He laughed while I put in the last bolt for my new grill.
"Have you had a taste of the ass they serve on plates here?" I chuckled.
"Not yet." He denied.
"Then, you'll be thanking me for the steak and eggs soon." I said as I stood up.
Even out of my armor I dwarfed the stocky mercenary, but you'd never think the size difference made Zaeed uncomfortable. The man was carved from granite and life only added more jagged edges to him.
Zaeed walked over to the table I'd left my shotgun on and hefted it up with a growl.
"You boosted the clip capacity." he nodded his head in approval, "I like the stock, whatever retard thought it was a good idea to make every shotgun in the galaxy pistol grip needs to be shot."
"Agreed." I barked back to him.
"You and the kid do good work." Zaeed said while he put the gun back down, "What was his name, again?"
"Why the fuck would I know?" I answered.
We looked each other in the eyes for a few seconds, then laughed our asses off.
Sheppard came down looking for me later and found me cranking out one handed pull ups on the work out station I welded together out of scrap. I felt like a douche for emulating Vega, but I was entering puberty and with the right diet and exercise I could pack on a couple of kilos a week of twisted steel for the next year. My setup would give Hannibal For King a stiffy if he hadn't died a century and a half ago, but could probably give chub to his ghost.
"Grunt, I appreciate you filling out all the paperwork for the 'additions' you've made to the Normandy, but I would like it more if you would do it before you made changes to my ship, not after you've added a gym, a workshop, a kitchen, and…" she checked the form I filed with Miranda, "a couple of fuck tons of food."
"Yeah, well, I handed that cook you got from Cerberus my dietary needs and Chef Dickhead told me to fuck off." I answered her while I continued pumping reps, "I am a very thoughtful krogan, so I secured my own food needs instead of ripping the bastard's spine out his ass. I figured this would be easier to forgive than that."
"I'll be speaking to Mess Sergeant Gardner about this, but you did a whole lot more than that, and have taken a quarter of the Cargo Bay without approval." Commander Shepard said with a frown on that perfect face of hers.
"I noticed a glaring lack of exercise facilities on this ship." I growled out as my arm from my wrist to my shoulder cried out in agony, "I fixed that oversight, and Jacob's little armory was little more than a showroom. Now I can add more gun on your gun while we are between missions."
"Don't you dare try to get rid of my workshop!" Garrus shouted from where he'd been hunched over calibrating weapons for the last hour.
The guy was a total gun nut and a wizard with a screwdriver. Even fresh out of life saving surgery he got to work on the ship and crew's weapon systems. It probably acted like meditation for the intense turian.
"Just take me out on the next mission." I assured the Commander while switching arms, "I'll show you that all this is worth it."
"Next op isn't combat oriented." Shepard shook her head, "Illusive Man has us picking up the next recruit from the Purgatory Space Station. All the legwork is already done."
"Hahaha." I laughed, "So we'll be blowing up a space station next. I really might be in love with you, Space Mamma."
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Grunt's build is now known to us. I tried to make power cooldowns make sense, because the weapon weight power cooldown ratio in ME3 was okay for game balance, but complete nonsense.
Grunt will keep adding to his kit as he loots enemies and visits freindly worlds, but the core of his kit is locked in. He is a tank and a half and has overload and incinerate to deal with literally all the enemy types found in the games. Why ME3 chose to make overload work its magic against biotic barriers the world may never know, but Grunt has no issues exploiting the hell out it.
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