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[Wrex seems to be recovering from a hell lot. He's not one to let combat weigh him down since he's seen centuries of it, but it's obvious that this last fight wore him down a bit physically.

He's sitting on a large jutting rock against the backdrop of Megatronus' quadrant. Beside him a small creature, black and leathery with jutting teeth and beady eyes, tries to nudge him into something. the Krogan keeps shoving him off. He just had great luck, he came to the junkpile to find a pack of Varren waiting for him, forcing him to shoot and scare off the rest--all but one.]

It's over.

About time. But don't think this is the last fight.

Knowing this place...

[Get out of the camera, you damn creature. Wrex shoves him again.]

Knowing this place, I doubt this isn't anywhere near the end of the fighting.

[Speaking of things not ending.]

Anyone want this thing? Got rid of most of its pack, but this guy won't leave me alone.

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I am beginning to think the fights will never end.

Nor will the deaths.

[McCrane is still dazed from this. It is going to take a lot of getting used to.]

That looks like a pet. I've seen humans with dogs, and...

[And Shadowmaru was a dog. There was also that.]

...and sometimes their company can be soothing.

[The last bit is said softer, because YES something soothing would be nice right now.]

That's the thing about life. At some point, it ends.

[But of course, this is coming from someone who's seen a lot.]

...you want it?

It...does.

But then here, it can start up again. I don't know if that relieves me, or worries me.

[When Drill Boy and Blurr were back, he would be relieved. Having watched them go through it, however...and having the uncertainty that they would return? That terrified him.]

M...Me?

[Now he's surprised.] I would not know what to do with it. Is it a dog?

A little of both, really. You get used to it.

[He really has no idea how he'd react to the others coming back.]

Varren. Normally these things rip you apart. But being synthetic and all, I figure you could handle it.

I doubt it will be the last fight, but at least we can enjoy the peace for now.

[She arches a brow at the creature though]

What is that thing?

Yep. Me, I've given up looking for peace long time ago.

[Said creature is not trying to hop up on said Krogan's lap. All of which are rebuffed.]

Varren. They're scavengers.

It seems to like you.

That's great, if I wanted to own scavenging mutts.

I doubt this is the end, either. It never truly is, I guess.

You got that right.

At least you guys can rest knowing that freak Tarn's behind bars. Too good for him, if you ask me.

[bitter laugh] Yeah. "Rest easy". [Ever since that happened, Ambulon's been so high strung and tense that sleeps has become almost a mythological LIE.]

But you all did a great job, so... A "thank you" is in order.

...whatever you guys do.

[Power down? God, you synthetics.]

Even if there were no stakes, felt good getting some action.

[McCoy cocks a brow at that... thing.] ... Nah. Never too keen on havin' pets.

But I do think you and I could use a drink.

Don't blame you. I'm just looking for someone gullible enough to take it.

You got that right.

[Been a long time, Doc. About time they went out for that good old drink.]

What exactly... no, we'll talk at the bar.

Hub. Thirty minutes. See you there. And I better see you.

[True, and this will probably be one of many in the future.]

You got it.

[Wrex switches off the communicator. True to his word, the krogan shows up at the Hub thirty minutes later. He's sitting at the bar accommodated for organics. Getting some time to think sure helped to ease off a lot of the dying that went on. Then again, he's used to it.]

[McCoy's there, as well. Arrived just a minute before Wrex did, already nursing a mug of something alcoholic. He looks to the krogan, nods, and pats the empty seat beside him.] I woulda ordered you somethin', but I can't remember if you drink normal alcohol or the kind used for disinfectin' things.

[His laugh's a bit heavy and sardonic as he looks over to McCoy.]

I'd drink just about anything right now. Your call.

[McCoy smirks in return. He quickly orders... whatever. He doesn't care what the booze is, so long as it's booze and it doesn't kill him. In the end, he's got some plain beer and bottle of vodka coupled with a glass.]

Pick your poison.

[Wrex is not so discerning in taste. He takes a little of everything: some beer, a little vodka, something else he can't recognize and sloshes it together in some rough mixture. He takes a nice gulp.]

That does it. No ryncol, but close enough.

[McCoy cocks an eyebrow at Wrex's, uh... cocktail there. He smirks, nonetheless, before pouring himself a shot of vodka.] Whatever works, right? Yeah... [McCoy knocks back the shot and sighs, giving his head a shake. He quickly poured another.] So... Wanna tell me what happened out there?

[He thumps the drink to the bar. He needs a moment, doc.]

Tarn. Bastard got a lot of us. Lot of good synthetics too. Glad we took him down...

[Still, he's hanging on something left unsaid.]

[He harrumphs and looks away, idly taking another drink.] At least you got 'em. And his accomplice, right? What about the little guy? 'Bout ye high? [He swipes a hand a little above his head. He's referring to Frenzy - he knows that little shit is in cahoots with Tarn. What a little shit who even likes that guy.]

But either way, I assume they're gonna gun for a trial? As I said before, they can remain locked up for the remaining years of their robot lives, personally.

Don't know about him. All I know is we got that asshole.

And if they know better, they'll give him a little Krogan justice.

[Which includes shooting them. Usually.]

[McCoy chuckles. He likes your attitude, and your sass. He likes it a lot. And soon he's ordering another drink; keep 'em coming for all he cares.]

Krogan justice - mind me askin' what that would be? Kinda got a feeling it would involve a lot of physical work.

Basics is when someone's found screwing with the clan, you take him out. It was a duty.

I'm going to assume you kill these little punks? [He swallows.] If that's so... You know, there's this race of aliens in my home universe. We don't know much about them, since they're a private, proud species with their own form of xenophobia. They're called Klingons. [He raises his drink.] I think you might find them interesting. They're war-like, respect the spirit of battle. Have an intense honor code.

Awww, come on Wrex. He already likes you.

[Goddamnit Shepard.]

Yeah I can tell. I ain't naming it.

Why, afraid you'll get attached?

[ C'mon, Wrex. ]

You want it so bad, why don't you keep it.

[No YOU c'mon.]

Like I'd have room for him.

[ Puhleaze, they aren't on my homeworld. ]

Don't need a vicious sidekick?

Aren't I vicious enough?

Didn't say you needed help, just that you'd both have the viciousness in common. He'd be like an attack dog, but with more teeth.

...I'll keep that in mind.

[He's not saying yes or no yet.]

Good. That would be dull.
As for the creature, kill it -
Unless that's too hard?

You got a point.

Just wanted to see if anyone was crazy enough to want it.

[Oh my God, that Varren is SO. COOL.]

I'll take the guy off yer hands, lizard-boy.

[...wow, you're pretty damn small.]

Just don't let him run you over.

I'll have dat beast tamed in no time! Pit yeah! [HE'S TOTALLY GONNA ADOPT THAT DAMN THING]

...good luck with that.

[So much scoffing.]

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