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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JManM
JManM 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.
Bab 4: Convict
I laughed as I stabbed a Blue Suns turian with my bayonet over and over.
"Not combat oriented!" I barked out, "Legwork already done!"
"Who could have predicted that the slaver scumbag running this prison would betray us?" Garrus chuckled as he reloaded his rifle.
"Just keep yucking it up." Shepard grumbled, "You two should start a traveling comedy show. You're so funny."
Warden Kuril made a big mistake when he tried to capture Lord Death of Murder Mountain. We'd ripped and teared our way through this place almost as fast as a Doom Slayer through a hell horde despite the limit of only bringing three people aboard the station. I had yet to drop shields as I constantly pressed forward glowing orange from my holographic tech armor. Shepard and Garrus walked behind me in the garden of my turbulence.
"Let's just get Jack out of cryo and get off this damn station." Shepard gruffed while she worked the console to free Jack.
"Gonna release all the prisoners at once." Garrus commented as she hacked her way through the security.
"Good." I grinned under my helmet.
I'll admit the slow and elaborate release of Jack into the open was pretty neat, and I could feel Rick Sanchez making fun of me for enjoying it. Too bad I now lacked the finger required to hold up the peace between worlds sign for him.
The ultimate human biotic made her entrance in a fury of flashing blue mass effect bending power as she tore down a trio of YMIR mechs unarmed.
"A thousand credits says she never spikes this high again." I threw out there.
"Fool's bet." Garrus declined, "She is riding high on adrenaline and panic after getting taken off ice. Still damn impressive even if she is only half as powerful in normal circumstances."
"We have to follow her." Shepard ordered the squad as she headed for the door, "We can't afford her killing herself by biting off more than she can chew."
"Looks like she can chew a lot." I commented as we followed in the wake of her destruction.
The station VI kept us updated on the deaths of thousands of prisoners as sections of the space prison tore open and depressurized. Warden Kuril tried to get some semblance of order going on the intercom, but he was out of his mind thinking he could put down a prison riot and our mission at once. Hell, we could have fought our way out of here without the riot.
Then I saw the riot.
The game did not prepare me for the wonderland of hundreds of psychotic criminals trying to overpower the Blue Suns guards. The YMIR mech at the end of the room was turning them into hamburger meat and they still kept coming forward, picking up the guns dropped by their dead comrades like a line of Russians in WW2.
The Commander and I took pot shots at the mech with our disruptor mutated sniper rifles while Garrus gunned down anyone stupid enough to come at us. The big mech was so busy laying machine gun fire down on the rapidly decreasing inmate population it never got the chance to fight back against us.
Clearing this area was simultaneously easier and far nastier than it had been in the game. We didn't have near as intense a fight, but I had to thank God for the improvements to footwear traction made in the hundred and sixty years between my death and rebirth. The blood in the room was up to my ankles, and if I had to navigate this space tomb in my sandals I'd end up taking a dip in the drink. My human upbringing was repulsed by the gore, but my lizard brain just made me hungry. That was a lot of red meat we were trekking through.
My salivating tongue didn't stop me from nabbing a quick 1,500 credits from a dead merc with an unlocked chit while Shepard cracked a wall safe for even more.
We opened the door leaving the slaughter house behind only to jump right into a charnel house as Warden Kuril himself gunned down some convicts with a precision hosing of high velocity slugs from his M-76 Revenant. One handed.
The man had obviously paid for all the bells and whistles as the gun vastly outperformed the one Shepard would pick up on the collector ship, and the less said about the hot garbage she would find in ME3 the better. Few guns could make me feel envious while I carry my custom M-300 Claymore. Kuril's gun was one of them. I'd soon be fixing that.
Unfortunately for us. The shield towers in the room didn't put up an impenetrable barrier between him and us for us to take down while dealing with his men before the boss fight. Instead they operated as massive shield pylons with an IFF that only supplied over-shields to the mercs. Kuril supported his men with suppressing fire that even I couldn't just face tank. The towers also took more punishment than they did in the game. No quick overload to get rid of them.
For the first time in my resurrected life I felt real danger. Kuril kept his boys from fighting like complete amateurs and his own contribution kept our heads down almost as effectively as the combined work of his twenty man squad. It felt glorious.
I chocked that up to lizard brain.
We swiftly figured out that the towers shielded themselves and each other, so we dropped three overloads in rapid succession on one and blasted it with everything we had before dropping back into cover. We destroyed the first one, but Kuril started holding back his own fire until he saw us going for it again. Because of this it ended up taking us way longer to drop the last towers, but eventually we did, and the Blue Suns went from damn near invulnerable to very vulnerable. It heralded the turning point of the battle and eventually only the warden himself remained, his heavy personal shields and armor keeping him in the fight.
I charged the man as he failed to bring me down with a stream of fire from his gun, slamming the turian into the wall and striking him with a windmill of lefts and rights to keep him there. The wily bastard ignited an omni-blade on his right hand, something that had fallen out of use prior to the swarms of husks in ME3, and tried to sink it into me. Even in the grips of the blood rage I saw it coming and caught his wrist in the steel vice of my grip, forcing the razor sharp glowing hot blade against the metal wall of the station. From there it was just headbutts and punches till his shields broke as the turian struggled feebly against my massive strength.
As soon as his shields broke I lit up my own omni-blade and showed him exactly why you always wear a helmet in combat. All that impressive armor he wore to keep himself safe, and he left his head exposed. Better luck in your next life, chump.
I didn't have the time to hack the guy's likely loaded credit chit as the Purgatory Space Station exploded around us, so I grabbed his expensive gun and led the charge back to our ship where we found Jack having a freak out about the Cerberus logo on it. Shepard shot a batarian charging the distracted woman who apparently didn't know enough about combat to turn on his shield generator. Kuril had my respect for leading these morons as effectively as he did.
"What the hell do you want?" the near topless tattooed woman growled.
"You're in a bad situation. We're here to get you out of it." Shepard answered.
"Shit, you sound like a pussy." Jack countered.
I stopped them right there by walking forward.
"I got this, Space Momma." I renegade interrupted, "I speak prison bitch."
"The fuck you just say!" Jack shouted while flaring her eyes at me. Pretty hot.
"I like you. I want you. I am going to have you. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. The choice is yours, but the answer is yes." I quoted the scariest mother fucker ever to grace the Kentucky prison system.
"Fuck you!" Jack answered while she swung a glowing blue punch that took a solid chink of my shields down.
Too bad for her she was in arm's reach and I had her up and over my shoulder faster than she could react, a firm grasp on that delicious booty.
"Let's go!" I shouted as she put up token resistance, the power dynamic established, "Don't worry, we aren't a Cerberus team." I explained to the psychotic biotic, "They just crew our ship and pay us to fight humanity's war against the collectors. They'll be paying you too, but if you don't want that dirty Cerberus money your new Lizard Daddy is happy to take it for you."
As we pulled into the air lock of the Normandy, Jack looked at the Commander and said something that would make me smile even years later.
"You gonna watch while your pet Krogan rails me, or are you getting in on this too?"
"Grunt, isn't going to be railing you." Shepard denied while the airlock opened to let us back onto the ship, "Non-consensual sexual activity will not be tolerated on my ship."
"Whatever girl scout," Jack flippantly insulted one of the most badass women in space while I carried her to the elevator, "I'm off to get fucked like a real woman."
I am pretty sure I heard Joker snap a vertebrae doing a spit take.
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Double release this weekend. This is actually the first weekend since I started this story that I didn't have any of my in-laws staying with me. We can expect to see two or three chapters a week from here on.
As always I won't be writing explicit sex scenes unless something transformative is occuring during the scene. Since this isn't a Chinese Fantasy novel, no one is getting super powers by screwing.
Despite not writing smut, I never shy away from writing sexually active characters. If you want gynophobic protagonists you can always turn on some anime. I think that is still a thing. I haven't watched any anime in years. Let me know if that is still a thing or if the people of Japan have ascended to Chad status while I wasn't looking.
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