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Interview at the Quad Buster

C-Sec was filled with bastards, but at least some of them were helpful bastards. After sitting in their holding cells for a month, Ulroc had lost what reputation he had on the Citadel, and he wasn't getting it back without breaking a few laws. Either C-Sec realized this, or they were just tired of him sitting in their cells, because they set up an interview as a bouncer in one of the clubs on Zakera Ward. Much as the Krogan would prefer to stick with his old job, he knew a good thing when he saw it. Besides, now he could crack heads and not get in trouble for it.

Turians and asari wandered around the ward, some going to different shops while others mingled with the growing human population. Whenever he passed by they turned to him, their eyes widening before looking away. It was the same strange look that other Krogans had given him lately. Something had changed, and he didn't like it.

Shaking his head, he bared his teeth at anybody that looked too long as he made his way through the glittering ward lights. The annoying ads and 'bots kept scanning him and offering him different products as he passed by. None of them interested him. No breedings, no guns, no ships; they didn't know what he wanted.

Ulroc grumbled as he made his way down a set of stairs, reflective metal offering a subtle reflection that he almost ignored. However, he felt something was off, and he stopped to look at himself.

The reflection seemed right. Armored plates were polished, his chest piece was strapped on evenly, and his weapon hung from his hip in easy reach. His secondary 'weapon' stood up and out, a challenge to anyone that thought that he wasn't a true Krogan. As he turned, his quad was just visible between the armored plates along his legs. His armor extended down his legs, shimmering where it ended above his feet.

So why were people staring like he was some sort of freak? Even humans had seen Krogans before. What the hell was wrong with them?

Maybe it was his secondary 'weapon'. He looked down at it again, the shaft sticking out from his crotch plates. Until recently he'd kept that concealed, but after spending all that time in C-Sec, he needed to show his strength as a Krogan. Nobody else dared to meet an enemy head-on like this, and nobody had a 'spear' like his, either. If there had been one thing that C-Sec had recognized about him, it was his size and strength down there.

"Well, they better get used to it. I'm Krogan, and I'm armed."

Giving his reflection an aggressive snort, he turned and stomped down the stairs, pushing away anyone stupid enough to get in front of him. Several human males stared at him as he walked by, but this time he just shrugged it off. If they were going to stare, let them. He had a job to get to, and he wasn't going to be late.

Several flights of stairs later - along with more than a few stares as well - he reached his destination. The Quad Buster, the sign read. He groaned, running a hand along his face plates.

"Just like humans."

He rammed through a cluster of them to get inside. Round tables spread out over most of the interior, and blue and violet light blasted the place in strobe bursts. His eyes stung as they adjusted. It didn't take long to pick out the bartender on the far side of the room, just past the dance floor. As the people nearest him gave him appraising looks, Ulroc shoved his way through the crowd and across the room. The few dancers in his way had the sense to move before he reached them, and the bartender looked up at him as his heavy footsteps got louder than the dance music.

As Ulroc got closer, the human bartender grinned and reached under the bar. The Krogan froze as he felt a strangely familiar buzz rush through him. It lasted for barely a second, but it felt like a vibrating pellet had lodged between his head plates.

Then it was gone, and he stepped forward. His 'weapon' nudged the edge of the bar as he leaned against it, and he looked down at the human.

"I'm Ulroc. C-Sec said you had a job for me."

"Right, right, Ulroc. I remember that name. They said that you were doing hard time for beating someone up."

"Hmmph. They started it, I just ended it."

"Perfect for a bouncer then. Hey, I just need to get a datapad so I can write this stuff down. Gimme a minute?"

"Whatever, human."

Nodding, the blond human waved at one of the other workers. They nodded at each other, but Ulroc wasn't paying much attention. That buzzing feeling returned, and he swore that there was some sort of voice under that damned buzz. Was this some sort of new sound thing for dancers? It was damn annoying, and he pressed his hands to the sides of his head to try and force it out.

Click.

"Sorry about that. Just had to get the pad and a drink. My name's Ken, by the way."

The bartender - Ken - leaned on the counter. A glowing holopad displayed various upside down letters, and the human held a stylus. Ulroc grunted.

"What do you need notes for? I'm Krogan, and I'm a fighter. That's all you need to know."

"It's just how I always do things, man. Don't worry about it."

Ken scribbled a few things down while the Krogan grumbled. This whole thing was a waste of time. He could be out in the dark wards, looking for bounties to get money into his accounts again, yet here he was looking for a job as a bouncer, and for a human of all things. What had happened to him?

He almost walked out, but something held him back. The stylus pulled back from the pad, and Ulroc took a deep breath, snorting as he exhaled. The human was a weakling, but he offered credits and a place to work. A real Krogan knew how to show their strength in front of a battlemaster, and even though the human wasn't a soldier by a long shot, he was the closest thing that Ulroc had.

"So, I see that you come well-armed. You any good with those weapons, big guy?"

"Heh, better than good."

Ulroc grabbed his pistol, pulling it out from its holster in one smooth movement. The barrel lengthened at his touch, the weapon growing larger for his bigger fingers. Lazily sweeping the room, he smirked at the human.

"Got a target you want me to prove it with?"

"Not right yet, but I might later."

As the human scribbled something, the strange buzz vibrated faster. He looked for the source as he holstered his pistol, his teeth on edge as the sound burrowed between his plates. Didn't anyone else hear it? It was driving him crazy, like an itch he couldn't scratch.

"So, what's your history, Ulroc? Got any good stories to share?"

"I'm a fighter, human, not a story teller. Get a -"

"I'm asking because I got a lot of Turian and Asari customers here. If you got a problem with them, I want to know that before I hire you on."

He sneered as he turned. This human didn't understand Krogan, and Ulroc could only take so much.

"Or were you one of those 'soldiers' that got themselves caught by a human patrol or something?"

He froze. How did -

"Ah, so that's how it was, huh? You got captured out somewhere by humans? Pirates, or something else?"

The human was bluffing. He'd...he'd wiped those records. The salarian had promised that they'd never surface, or, at least, he thought Salarian'd promised that. His memories were foggy, and he couldn't remember exactly. It was a long time ago anyway. But how did the human know? And why did his voice sound so monotone when he said it?

You were captured by slavers, weren't you? Slavers that were determined to break you, leave you helpless and weak. But you were strong. You were a strong Krogan, a true Krogan, and you never lost your fighting spirit.

"Yes...I was stronger than them."

Yes, you were. You were a true Krogan, showing strength no matter who your enemy was. You never flagged, never faltered. Even losing your armor didn't bother you, because a true Krogan is not measured by weapons or armor, are they?

"No...no they're not. I am Krogan, and I am Krogan with armor and without it."

"Yes you are, Ulroc. And I only hire true Krogan. So why don't you prove you are, huh?"

Prove it? Hadn't he proved it by coming here? He hadn't run. He'd lowered himself to this, and that had to show something.

But no, no. There was something else. A true Krogan never needed armor, and despite keeping his 'weapon' exposed, he was still covered in it. He still hid behind it, rather than facing life the way a true Krogan would. No wonder the human doubted him.

The buzz drowned out his thoughts as he took his chest piece off, dropping the polished armor to the floor. Plates of metal and shields fell from his arms and legs, and even the rounded metal protecting his hump was removed. He grinned as he stood among the pile, his hands on his hips as he put himself on display. His secondary 'weapon' pointed at the human, bobbing slightly.

"Is this true enough Krogan for you?"

"Mmm, I'd say so, Ulroc. You're pretty well on your way to proving your place here."

"On my way? Human, you aren't getting anyone better than me here."

"Probably not, but I need to make sure that you fit, and I'm still not convinced you're 'true Krogan'."

A true Krogan is patient, and a true Krogan knows how to prove himself in time. No warrior rose to their height in a single moment.

It was strange how similar that second voice was to Ken's, but Ulroc knew that it spoke the truth. He couldn't expect the human to just know what he was worth. He had to take his time, let the human figure it out, and then, when the human knew he was a true Krogan, this job was his. That was all that mattered.

He leaned on the bar, ignoring the continuous buzz as the human jotted down something else. Ken seemed obsessed with taking detailed notes. Must be buying time, Ulroc thought. Might as well relax while he gets himself together.

One of his hands slipped off the bar and brushed against his crotch. His fingers wrapped around his 'weapon' and he started stroking it, his hand lazily sliding up and down his length. He felt a few pleasant tingles as he teased his thick shaft, but it was an absent thing, something he was barely aware of. It was just a way to relax, and any warrior knew how much it helped.

He was vaguely aware of the club attendees looking his way, but unlike the rest of the ward's population, they actually looked interested instead of freaked out. Ulroc smirked but didn't speed up or stop.

"So, you were a captive of slavers for a while."

"Yeah."

"Why didn't they sell you?"

A true Krogan admits all truths, even the embarrassing ones.

"They didn't want to sell their strong trophy."

"Trophy?"

A true Krogan is an excellent trophy, something to show off. And they showed you off. A true Krogan in their hands, and they tried to break you, using you like a toy.

"They had a Krogan on board, no weapons, no armor, and they didn't have a female around."

"Oh, so they -"

"Yeah. A lot." Ulroc chuckled. "But I'm Krogan. I can take anything, and then dish it out again."

"Heh, good to know that you can take a hit. There's always a customer or two that can throw a punch."

"Any of 'em try it on me, and they'll just break their hand."

"Knowing you Krogans, I wouldn't be surprised."

The compliment made him smile. He was surprised that the human's opinion actually mattered, but it did. Maybe there was something more to him than he thought. The buzzing intensified momentarily, then faded again.

Rubbing his head with his free hand, he looked at the crowd. The dancers continued their moves, but the other staff - not to mention the customers - had their eyes glued on him. They smiled and laughed at what they saw, though at least some of them tried to hide it.

One of them, however, had a communicator in hand. The fearful look on the human's face immediately got Ulroc's attention, and he turned to the bartender.

"One sec."

He lumbered across the room, coming up behind the human as he kept muttering on his communicator. The human was quiet, but as Ulroc got closer, he heard some few scattered phrases.

"...C-Sec better get...crazy Krogan...could be a problem..."

"You got a problem with Krogans, human?"

The palm sized communicator disappeared as the human spun around. Sweat ran down his face and around wide eyes. His facial muscles twitched as he backed away nervously.

"You got a problem with me, human?"

"I, uh, I mean, I don't have, not with -"

"You think you got this club all to yourself, huh?" He jabbed a finger into the human's chest, knocking the man down. He stepped forward and pinned the human in place with a foot. "You think you get to decide who gets to be here and who doesn't? C-Sec might be filled with varren dung, but they aren't stupid. You want to call them in, it'll be your ass they're taking away. On a stretcher."

"No, no! I don't have anything against Krogans."

"You were calling about a crazy Krogan. I don't see anyone else here but me."

"But you're naked!"

"I'm a real Krogan. No real Krogan is ever naked and unarmed."

"I didn't say -"

"Get your ass out of here, human. You're the one causing a problem."

As soon as he shifted his weight, the human was off like a shot. Ulroc shook his head, turning back to the club.

A few guys clapped their hands in approval as he crossed the room. He grinned; it was good to see that a few customers that had their heads on straight.

The only downside was the buzzing sound. It was back with a vengeance after the quiet outside. It settled into his skull, vibrating away. He held his hand to the side of his head, smacking his plates a few times to try and dislodge the sound. It didn't work, but it made him feel a little better.

A true Krogan is a fighter, but they always listen to their battlemaster. A true Krogan waits for an order before rushing off to deal with a problem. A true Krogan is not a loose cannon, but a precise weapon, to be aimed by his superior.

How could he forget something like that? Even when he had hunted his prey from bounty boards, he'd always gotten every bit of information he could before charging into the fight. The authorities had their rules, and he'd abided by them, and taken advantage of their superior intel to handle bigger targets. Hadn't he? It was...

Yes, he'd been a weapon, something to be used for hunting and dealing with targets. He'd been paid for it, made a job of it, but he'd been the weapon of the bounty board. He was a true Krogan, and he had almost lost that status by going off without the approval of his superior.

By the time he reached the bar his smile was gone, and he hung his head.

"Sorry 'bout that. That human looked like a troublemaker, and I wanted to deal with him fast. I should have waited for your order."

"No worries about it this time, so long as it doesn't happen again. Will it?"

A true Krogan doesn't make the same mistake twice.

"A true Krogan doesn't make the same mistake twice. It won't happen again."

Ken nodded, making another note on his pad. A human female walked by, pouring a little more of Ken's drink. He took a sip before continuing.

"Anyway, you definitely got the fighting skills to be a bouncer, and looks like you're a bit of a hit with the customers."

"Everybody likes a fight."

"Long as it doesn't leave a body, yeah."

"Heh, sometimes even then."

"Let's try to avoid that."

"You're the boss."

"I'm the master."

A true Krogan needs a battlemaster. A true Krogan needs a master.

Of course a Krogan needed a master. They were the directors of the warrior, the officer that kept the grunt from making a mistake. Ulroc bowed his head momentarily before looking up with a grin.

"You're the battlemaster."

"Glad you see it the same way." Ken chuckled, looking at his pad. "Anyway, like I was saying, good fighting skills, lots of good references from your old job there. But that's not going to be your only job here."

"Huh?"

"You can be a bouncer and still have another role here, you know."

"I...if you say so, battlemaster."

"I do. How good are you at hearing specific things in a loud room?'

"I'm hearing you, aren't I?"

Ken looked over the Krogan's shoulder, gesturing at someone. The music turned up louder, not so much that the customers would complain, but it was more of a distraction now. It was a test to see how well he could hear orders during a rush, he realized, like a commander seeing if a grunt could hear orders over gunfire.

"During a rush, we close the doors after enough people get in, and we'll need people walking the tables to get food out as well as get drinks to people. Can you hear orders out there?"

"Can you?"

Ken arched an eyebrow, nodding at various tables.

"Table three from the left, wants a Varren Twister. Table two from the door, wants two Salarian Slices. Table one on the right, wants a -"

"Alright, alright, I get it."

"You can't hear it?"

"No."

"We'll have to do something about that, otherwise you'll have a problem."

"But -"

A true Krogan takes any order his superior gives. A true Krogan takes his battlemaster's order without protest or question.

"Yes?"

"...Yes sir."

"Glad we covered that, didn't want to have you surprised later."

Vaguely aware of something strange, Ulroc flicked his gaze around the club. That buzzing sound kept changing, vibrating faster and slower inside his head, and he still couldn't figure out where it came from. More than that, he was giving in to the human faster than he'd done to anyone in his life. Even with the slavers -

A true Krogan is strong enough to never worry. A true Krogan takes his orders, and lets his battlemaster do the worrying. A true Krogan is a weapon and a tool, and has no need to worry.

He stood up straighter, taking a deep breath before letting it out again. There was no need to worry. The human was an atypical battlemaster, but he was nevertheless a battlemaster. He would obey as long as he was employed. Any question he might have was above his paygrade and something for Ken to worry about.

Smiling, the bartender patted him on the arm. Ulroc looked down when the bartender gently tugged at him, realizing that he needed to stop 'relaxing'. He let go, letting his hand rest at his hip instead.

"You'll do fine here. But right now, we have something else to deal with."

"What's that?"

"You remember the call that customer was making?"

"Yeah, to C-Sec. Why?"

"I think he called again after you threw him out. Take a look."

Ulroc turned to the club entrance and spotted a squad of C-Sec guards, two Turians and four humans. They saw him almost immediately, and the officer in charge - one of the humans, a redhead - gestured for the squad to go to each side before walking down the middle.

"Permission to engage?"

"Not yet."

He watched them while trying to ignore the buzz's return, gritting his teeth as they got closer and closer. Soon they would be difficult to deal with, too close to effectively fight in their limited groups. If Ken didn't release him to fight soon -

A true Krogan is never without options in a fight. A true Krogan uses everything, from his mind, to his fists, to his body. A true Krogan knows how to win in any position, just as a true Krogan won from beneath against his slavers.

"No killing, but let's see if you can outlast these guys, Ulroc. Show me what you got, and if you can win, you're hired."

That was all he needed to hear. He leaped off of the raised bar floor and charged. The Customers leaped out of his way as he ran towards the redhead in charge of the squad, his 'weapon' bared and pointed like a javelin.

The human barely had a chance to blink before he was toppled over, the Krogan grinning as he loomed over him. Staring at the 'weapon' in his face, the squad leader reached for his hip, but Ulroc stood on his hand, pinning him.

"Admiring my 'weapon', human?"

"Why the hell are you naked?"

"A Krogan is never unarmed and never unprotected."

"That -"

"That coward called you, didn't he?"

"What - yes, the one that you -"

"Well, he got what was coming to him. And you're getting -"

A true Krogan offers respect to a fallen enemy, the 'deepest' respect possible.

"- What you deserve."

"And what do I deserve, Krogan?"

"To know my strength."

Ulroc grinned as he ripped the human's armor off, bindings cracking before breaking. In seconds, the linked plates of armor littered the floor, and the squad leader lay on the table with his legs hanging off the edge. His upper body was still covered, but the warrior had been thorough in removing everything below the waist.

Chuckling at the human's blush, the Krogan stepped back and climbed onto another table. He grabbed his shaft, pointing his 'weapon' down at the human, and the officer looked more confused than ever.

"You want to see the strength of a Krogan? You come here to fight me? Well, see what a true Krogan is."

A true Krogan shows his body. Show it all, Ulroc. Show it all.

He spread his legs apart, letting everything hang loose. Flexing his arms, he made his muscles bunch up, not just for the officer but for the customers. Turning from side to side, he pulled his arms up, back, and to the sides, showing off his strength. A few people whistled and others clapped, but they didn't matter. What mattered was his enemy's response. The half-naked human continued to stare at him, jaw dropped, and his 'weapon' rose in response to the Krogan's display.

Ulroc grinned, idly fondling himself before he flexed his arms again. The plates along it bulged outwards, and when he spoke, his voice was grunt-like, deep.

"See this, human? This is the strength of a Krogan. This is my strength!"

"I...see that, but you can't -"

A true Krogan even shows his weakness, because he is too strong for it to matter.

With his grin growing, he turned around. As he bent over, one of the plates running down his back raised up to show the flesh beneath, and he heard the human gasp. He knew what he'd seen. The same thing that C-Sec officers had stared at over the last month. Flexing his ass to show off his muscles not only let the human see that his strength went everywhere, but also showed off the hole between his plates.

"I am Krogan, and no Krogan is afraid to show themselves to anyone."

The human's eyes were glued to Ulroc's ass, and the initial stiffening at his crotch had turned to a full erection. If the human touched himself, he wouldn't have been surprised if the officer blew in seconds.

The other C-Sec officers had turned to Ken and the bar. They were asking questions, he would bet. The music was too loud to hear anything, but -

A true Krogan lets humans fuck him all the time.

For the first time, the voice didn't make sense. He paused, standing up and rubbing his head, groaning as he rubbed his plates. Ken grabbed the pad back from one of the officers as he tried to puzzle out where that thought had come from. The others made some sense, but -

A true Krogan is strong enough to not fear submission. A true Krogan may submit even to a human, because his strength is true.

Now that was true. No human could ever claim to be stronger than a Krogan, and submission to them was a mockery to the human more than to a real Krogan. Ulroc grinned as he turned back to the squad leader.

"Do you doubt my strength, human?"

The human shook his head rapidly.

"Good. I'd have to snap limbs off next."

He leaped down from the table, strutting over to the officer. He paused and looked down at the human's crotch. The officer gasped as thick fingers tightened around him, squeezing his cock and jerking him at a quick pace.

"Got a hair trigger there, human. Get it out and you'll last longer."

The officer lost it in seconds. Leaning his head back to avoid getting splashed, Ulroc jerked the human off until his 'weapon' stopped firing, pulling his hand back when he felt it go soft. He shook his head at the human's lack of stamina. C-Sec bastard, probably only got his job through his connections or something; they didn't bother testing them for strength anymore.

With the human slumped over the table, he jogged back to his battlemaster. Ken grinned while the C-Sec officers stared. It wasn't the same shocked look from the ward inhabitants, but it wasn't far off. There was a hint of awe in it, however, and that was definitely better.

"Threat handled, sir."

"Yes, I saw. You have a quick hand and good reflexes, Ulroc. You'll definitely be a good employee here."

"So, that mean you made up your mind yet?"

"Almost. I'd like you to deal with these other men too, just to make sure that you got the stamina to handle the long shifts."

He expected a little fear from the humans, considering the way that he'd dealt with their commander, but most of them grinned. When the humans started taking off their armor, he shook his head. Humans had to be the cockiest fighters in the universe, but at least they had the guts to try fairly, unlike the Turian fucks in the squad.

"You want me to pile 'em up by their commander when I'm done, battlemaster?"

"No, just leave them where they are."

One of the C-Sec men, bald and muscled, arched his eyebrow at Ken.

"He calls you battlemaster already?"

"What can I say? I know how to handle guys like him, and we get along."

"What's the hold up, C-Sec? We gonna fight or what?"

A true Krogan has no need to batter an opponent into submission. In a contest, a true Krogan humbles an opponent by winning in a better way. A true Krogan can win by breaking libido rather than breaking limbs.

It took him a moment to understand, but he grinned at the implications. The human commander had demonstrated how little stamina he had; dealing with his subordinates should be simple.

He tackled the bald man to the ground and straddled his chest. 'Weapon' dripping over the human's face, he reached back and grabbed at the human's shaft. It throbbed, but it wasn't soaked the way that his commander's had been.

"You're stronger than your battlemaster. You should have taken his place."

"Regs don't allow that."

"They should."

The Krogan swept his leg out at the Turian flanking him, knocking the chitinous alien to the ground. The skeletal aliens always bugged him, looking down on him like they were better than he was. Well, now they'd know he was the better fighter. They could stare all they wanted, but this one would know he couldn't -

A pair of arms grabbed him from behind, yanking him to his feet. They were stronger than he expected, shoving him onto a table despite his struggles. His arms were pinned by one human each, while another human and the standing Turian grabbed his legs. They held him spread-eagle, showing his 'weapon' off as well as the hole beneath it. His former 'victim' stood up, stroking his shaft and chuckling.

"You better remember that we fight as a group, Ulroc. Lone wolves don't do well against pack hunters."

"Heh, and you pack hunters get cocky when you outnumber someone."

Wriggling one leg free, he kicked the Turian and used his momentum to spin around. The move had just enough force to free his limbs, and the squad ducked back as he rolled off the table.

He had to admit, they had good reflexes. The Turian he'd kicked away leaped for him as soon as he got to his feet, but Ulroc was ready. Grabbing his opponent by the back of his armor, he spun the officer around and threw him over the bar. The impact sent drinks flying, but nothing serious.

The remaining officers walked around the table, circling him cautiously. The naked humans seemed eager, but wary, while the Turian frowned, face tight with anger. Ulroc decided to deal with him first; the armor kept him from beating the officer the easy way, and besides, the Turian pissed him off.

He barreled into him, knocking the Turian into a table. Grabbing him by a gap in his torso armor, he lifted his opponent off of the table and smashed him against the ground. One good kick rolled him onto the dance floor, starling the people still enjoying themselves but effectively knocking him out of the fight.

The humans rushed him, two pinning him down against another table. This time they slammed his face against it. A third human ran up his back and straddled his hump, robbing him of leverage and holding him down. Ulroc kicked wildly, but all he managed to accomplish was sliding himself further onto the table.

"Heh, so the lone wolf managed to knock out two members of the pack."

"Two of the stronger members, humans; you aren't nearly as strong as a Turian by yourselves."

"Not as strong as a Krogan either, but we got you."

"Only until you -"

SMACK!

His eyes widened as his ass was smacked. For a split second, the realization of being naked - something that he hadn't fully registered - came rushing back into his mind. He realized he'd been walking through the Citadel like this, realized why people had been staring at him, and why Krogans whispered about him. It was all coming back to him, including his real history instead of the fake slaver thing that he'd believed until now. Where had that -

A true Krogan doesn't care about the past. A true Krogan lives in the now, lives in the moment, and follows the orders that he has.

The human's hand stroked his ass as the Krogan tried to think. He lived in the moment, but this was the wrong moment. He was a proud warrior, not a piece of meat for humans to -

A true Krogan has no fears. A true Krogan may submit to anything, knowing he'll come out stronger for it later.

But a true Krogan wouldn't be caught like this, and a true Krogan wouldn't -

Then you must be a true Krogan, and outlast the attackers. The future will come when it comes, but a true Krogan deals with the present, with the moment. Outlast, and win.

Outlast...and win. That was one thing that he could do. But the answers better come fast and they better come true after this, or there were a lot of heads that were going to roll.

The hand pulled back, replaced by something else. It felt hard and thick, like something he'd been stroking not long ago. It pressed under his plates, between his ass cheeks. It was big, and more importantly, dry. He didn't know about humans, but Krogan males didn't self-lube. He grit his teeth, reminding himself that he just had to outlast them.

The shaft pressed in and spread him open. It wasn't so huge that his ass tried to keep it out, but damn did he have to work to handle it. Growling against the table, Ulroc stomped with one foot.

"Heh, think you can take this, Ulroc?"

"Krogan can take anything, and I'm Krogan."

The humans laughed, but he ignored them. This felt oddly familiar, like this had happened before. It was foggy, but he swore he remembered spreading his legs wide and let human after human shove things into him. It was ridiculous, but yet so -

He bit back a roar as the human forced himself in deeper, the weird helmet tip of his shaft rubbing him weirdly. Grumbling and muttering, Ulroc had no choice but to stare straight ahead as the human rutted him like some randy varren.

Be a true Krogan, Ulroc. A true Krogan never loses; they can always turn the situation around. Be a true Krogan, and outlast.

Outlast, outlast; was that all the voice could say? It was repeating itself, and all he could think about was how he could outlast the humans. What was he supposed to do?

Admittedly this wasn't that hard to get used to; once the human had hilted himself, it was just a matter of lying there and letting him hump. He stopped squirming, letting the human rut him. After a few minutes, he barely felt it, particularly when he realized just how many eyes were on him and the four C-Sec officers.

All of the Quad Buster had turned to watch the action going on, and nobody bothered to look away. Universal grins showed just how much they loved the show, and he was damn sure that he saw a few recording devices. Some of them were damn well filming this, recording the humiliation -

A true Krogan never feels humiliation.

Slights on his honor -

A true Krogan's honor can't be slighted.

The weakness of the officers at having to pin a Krogan to use him. A small grin spread across his face as the officers continued to fuck him, the human behind him getting more frantic with each thrust, each one sliding in a bit harder and less rhythmically than the last one. The other men were distracted too, stroking themselves to the sight.

When the one fucking his ass came, Ulroc acted. He shoved back, breaking out from beneath the distracted officers. He shoved the stunned fucker back, knocking him onto a table behind them, before grabbing the ones that had restrained his arms and throwing them after him. The one on his hump was so inconsequential that he just ignored him, walking with the human like a bit of baggage on his hump.

He paused in front of the table, looking down at the groaning weaklings. He smirked, reaching back and running a finger along his hole. Collecting some of the cum oozing out of it, he held it up for them to see.

"You had to pin a Krogan to use him, and you barely got a bit out of him."

They stared, looking from his face to his 'weapon' and back again. They didn't dare move. Aside from the thud of the music, there was no sound in the club. Everybody waited to see what he'd do, what a real Krogan would do.

A true Krogan -

"You better hope that the four of you can outlast me, but I doubt it; my quad'll outlast your tiny sacs any day."

The humans smiled, but none as widely as before. Ulroc picked one at random and mounted their 'weapon'. With his hole full of human juices, it was easy to slide on, and he grinned as the human moaned. He wasn't letting them up until he knew they were empty and humiliated.

His battlemaster watched from the bar, still holding that pad and smiling. Ulroc didn't know why, but it didn't matter. He was Krogan, and now everyone knew it.

#

Two sore Turians and five humans walked out of the Quad Buster, each one nursing an injury. The Turians had bruises on their faces and backs, while the humans clutched their crotches. Not one of them walked normally, each of them looking like they owned the busted quad the club was named for.

Ulroc panted and grinned. His face and ass were painted white after the events of the last few hours, but he'd outlasted them all. He'd outlasted four humans and still had some staying power left. He was a true Krogan.

To the cheers of the crowd, he walked up to the bar again. His hand lazily slid down to his crotch as he smirked at his boss. The bartender leaned forward, elbows on the bar and chin in his hands.

"Well, you definitely got the stamina that I need."

"Damn straight."

"And you know how to handle yourself in a fight."

"If you took this long to figure that out, maybe I should be battlemaster."

"Heh, you're too eager to run into a fight. You need someone to hold a leash now and then."

Normally that comment would have bothered him, but today he was flying high. Nobody could beat him, not in a fight and definitely not in a fuck.

Ken shrugged before reaching under the bar. He pulled out a glass and handed it over.

"What say we celebrate your new employment? I got something special just for this, if you got the quad for it."

"You bet I do. Pour it."

Chuckling, the human ducked down and pulled out a small sphere. It vibrated in his hand, and as soon as he saw it, Ulroc felt the buzzing hit harder than ever. His arm moved slow as he tried to press it to his head. It was so heavy, and it felt like he was swimming through some sort of syrup.

Ken passed the orb to him, forcing him to take it. As soon as he touched it, Ulroc froze, his mind filled with the voice. It was no louder than before but it was much harder to ignore.

You will be a true Krogan. You will obey orders. You will be a true Krogan. You will do as your battlemaster says. You will be a true Krogan. You will obey orders.

Paralyzed, he could only watch as his drink was poured and placed in his hand.

"Drink."

His arm moved mechanically, lifting the drink to his mouth as the voice continued to drone away in his head, wiping away his own thoughts before they could form and replacing them with pride. It filled him with the pride of being Krogan and being strong. It filled him with the confidence of being so mighty that he could do anything for anyone and he wouldn't lose his honor. His pride was his power, and that could never be taken from him.

"Drink."

Again his arm moved, his worries drifting away with the drink and the words. There was nothing to be worried about. No true Krogan had fears, and he was nothing but a true Krogan.

His battlemaster leaned back. Orders. He needed orders, and his battlemaster was the supreme authority.

"I'm almost tempted to shove that sphere up your ass, just to make sure that all the conditioning sticks this time, but I'd never get it out again. Just...hold onto it for a few hours, and bring it back here. And keep drinking."

Nodding, he downed another glass. It was refilled immediately but he barely noticed, his mind entirely on the voice that refused to shut up and the slowly fading buzz in his plates.

#

Raik Thuvek had heard rumors of a Krogan submitting himself to slavery, but he'd never have believed it if the news hadn't come from his own kratt. Worse still, the slave was rumored to be part of his clan, and that made it his responsibility. He'd gone to the Citadel immediately.

Once he'd arrived, the mere mention of his clan was enough to figure out where to go. He almost wished that it had been more difficult; having his clan name attached to this disgrace was beyond embarrassing, but he needed to find this Krogan quickly, so he let it pass for now. Descending through the wards, flashing signs and advertisements, he made his way past various clubs until he found the one he was looking for.

He barely glanced at the sign, only confirming the name - snarling at the thought of any non-Krogan busting a quad - before stepping inside. He adjusted to the flashing lights quickly enough, but a faint buzzing sound under the music continued to annoy him. Ignoring the urge to scratch his head plates, he kept his hands down as he explored the club. It didn't take long to find the Krogan in question, and when Thuvek saw him, his jaw dropped.

Ulroc had been a member of his kratt at one time, and seeing the trusted warrior walking naked between the tables with his cock out and throbbing did not do his memories any favors. Growling, Thuvek shoved several humans out of his way as he stomped towards his former friend.

To his credit, Ulroc hadn't been dulled by the humans. He blocked Thuvek's punch, not even dropping his tray of goods as he turned his head.

"Thuvek. Didn't expect to see you."

"Didn't expect to see you screwing your name over."

"Never did anything of the sort. I'm true Krogan."

"True Krogan my ass."

A true Krogan has no fear of showing their ass.

"Whoever said that is going to die."

"Nobody said anything, Thuvek. Now let go of me."

"Not until you leave."

He yanked on Ulroc's arm, knocking the other Krogan off balance. The tray hit the ground and the drinks followed, spilling a variety of drinks all over the place. He ignored the puddle, grabbing the back of Ulroc's hump.

The buzzing blasted his plates for a second, distracting him just long enough for the other warrior to wrench himself free. Humans and Turians backed off, giving them some space but still watching. He was fine with that; let them see what a real Krogan could do with a whipped one.

Expecting Ulroc to rush him, he was surprised when the other Krogan looked up with an annoyed expression. His cock never stopped throbbing, but he didn't attack.

"I'm not leaving. My battlemaster is here and needs my service."

"You're not even armed."

"A Krogan is never unarmed or unarmored."

"Are you serious? You're naked as a tankborn right now!"

"A Krogan is never unarmed or unarmored. A true Krogan would know that. Lost your edge, Thuvek."

He roared as he charged his old friend, only to stumble as the buzzing got louder again. It was vibrated so strong that his head itched, making him lose his footing. He hit the ground and slid forward a few feet before coming to a stop. He rolled to the side, hoping to avoid Ulroc's counter-attack.

There was none. The naked Krogan was completely still, watching with a detached, almost amused expression that infuriated him.

A strong Krogan does not slip.

That voice again. He whipped around, looking back and forth for the speaker, but there was no one talking. The only time anyone opened their mouth was to laugh.

"You are not a true Krogan."

"I'm truer than you! You're nothing but a -"

Superior fighter and Krogan.

"-ior fighter and - what? What did I just say?"

"The truth."

"That isn't the truth and you know it."

A strong Krogan speaks the truth, while a weak Krogan denies it.

Clenching his hands to his head in a futile attempt to block the vibrations and voice, Thuvek threw his gaze around the club. There was no one, nothing that could explain this. He clenched his teeth, crazed eyes turning to his former friend. Ulroc looked past him, and he turned to see who had captured the other Krogan's attention.

A blond-haired human stood at the bar, one hand scrolling over a datapad while the other held a golden orb. As soon as he saw it, the vibrations in his head revved up, drowning out his thoughts with their sheer intensity.

"Battlemaster, Thuvek challenges me. I ask you to declare weapons."

The human smiled, his fingers tapping over the pad as he looked back and forth. The voice returned, clear despite the intense noise.

Be a strong Krogan, and you can escape humiliation. Be a strong Krogan, fearless and strong, and you might defeat Ulroc.

"Hmmm, I don't know that I want a fight in my club. It might upset the patrons."

"Thuvek has challenged, battlemaster. He requires answer, or there will be a bigger fight, and someone's going to Huerta Memorial."

A strong Krogan will fight with any weapon, no matter how strange. A strong Krogan can win with any weapon, even if it is one he has never used in a fight before.

The words kept battering his mind. His hands slowly fell to his sides, the words coming faster and thicker. Unlike the vibrations, they didn't hurt or make him feel like he was going mad. He desperately embraced them as Ulroc and the human kept talking.

A strong Krogan will not be afraid to fight in a new way.

A strong Krogan is unembarrassed and unafraid, even if he is stripped of all he knows.

A strong Krogan seeks new ways of fighting, to beat any opponent.

A strong Krogan sneers at those who shy from the unknown.

A strong Krogan fights eagerly, with or without armor.

A strong Krogan needs no armor.

A strong Krogan needs only one weapon.

"Well, I guess I can let you guys fight it out. But my rules, not yours."

"Understood, battlemaster."

Thuvek barely realized that he'd spoken, blinking as he realized that he'd addressed a human as his battlemaster. The strangeness passed, replaced by shrugging acceptance. The human was Ulroc's battlemaster, and if the other Krogan accepted him, then Thuvek could give some recognition. Temporary recognition.

A strong Krogan fights to the humiliation of his opponent, for death is not enough.

A strong Krogan will leave their opponent broken and leaking.

A strong Krogan will bend their enemy to their will.

"Alright. You'll fight until one of you can't move anymore. Your weapons? Your dicks."

Resistance faded as he realized opponent was already armed and he wasn't. He ripped his armor off and grabbed his 'weapon', pointing directly at his former friend.

They stepped forward, their 'weapons' grinding against each other. He felt liquid oozing over his shaft, and he realized that he was already doing the same to his opponent. Ulroc's eyes were half closed, and there was a slight glint to them that hadn't been there before.

"A true Krogan -"

"A strong Krogan -"

"-never goes down easy!"

The Krogans grappled, the crowd cheered, and the human continued to grin with his pad and his ever-buzzing sphere. Thuvek didn't know it yet, but his life was about to change.

The End