Survival of the Fittest

I know what you mean. Raided this boat once that used them inside proximity mines as shrapnal.
Didn't kill anyone, lousy bombs, but we all had a shit tonne of cuts for weeks.

First Battle of Ontarom, during the Reaper War. An Occulus Drone fired a beam that hit the bridge, killing the captain and the tactical officer. I survived by luck and by keeping my head.

Wrassled a hunnert Tethys Reaves at one time.

Won by bein' tougher than a hunnert Tethys Reaves.

Heh heh heh.

Went ter a jerky-eatin’ contest sponsored by DDS.

Won by eatin’ more’n a hunnert Tethys Reave-shaped pieces’a jerky.

HAW HAW HAW

Had this ex-hellhound tell me in excruciating detail about his customized super optimal weapons setup on an N7 and how his super custom fanjizz omnitool could fabricate all this amazing bladed shit that he would whip other shit with, with super custom trained biotic mega juju. The shuttle ride is 7 hours to Papa Oscar.

7 hours.

He had holograms.

Needless to say as is customary for the Alliance, the intel was shit and the op went super bad real quick, and this maestro of the pugilistic arts manages to snag his omni-rape-dildo onto the occular of a Praetorian and gets it caught there.

We couldn't even find his boots.

Way before that, this one time me and Zoftan showed up to buy Endless Death World at the same time at the Zakera Interactive Entertainment kiosk, and I'm pretty sure the clerk was trying to hit on one or both of us, because SHE WOULDN'T LET US LEAVE until she had described the entire fucking game to us, like even how to use the cheat codes neither of us wanted. So right when I'm gonna compress her head into a fine paste and I'm pretty sure my bro is actually asleep (you can't really tell), this squad of C-Sucks show up all excited and start asking her what's she talking about...

So she starts over before confirming either of our purchases.

I'm pretty sure I completely accidentally left a faulty FoF transponder in her booth when Cerberus showed up.

Well, didn't really survive the War. Physically, sure, mentally...

Bleh.

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Fighting on Earth during the London Assault. It was me, 3 other Krogan, 4 or 5 vorcha, and 2 asari commando who were leading us. We got pined down by some office building. Even though 2 of the vorcha got injured, it seemed like we could pull through. Then a Harvester came. Are ammo was low, so retreat was the only option. One of the asari but up a barrier, but the husks surrounding us overwhelmed her she and fainted from exhaustion. One of the vorcha tried helping her up. Both of them got shot down so fast, you'd think you were watching a movie. Never in my life had I ran so much. It was mass chaos, with soldiers dying left and right. The other Krogan decided to stay and fight, including my brother Wrath (Not my blood-brother, but a close ally). They all died an honorable death, while I cowardly ran a way. I'm no true Krogan, because I would have stayed and fought to my last breath like the rest of them if I was.

Oh well, whats past is past I guess.

I'm missing half my face. I survived because the man ultimately responsible wasn't afraid of a little girl. In retrospect this was a decision based on an incomplete understanding of the facts at hand.

How does it affect me, though, is truly the important question. Every time I look in the mirror I see what fear, mistrust, racial and cultural prejudices, hatred, and vengeance will bring you.

Because the man responsible has (had?) a similar mutilation.

And every time I see it, I am reminded that I now have a choice: to break this cycle, or to perpetuate it.

So: for everyone who's ever wondered why I've never gotten natural-looking prosthetics--now you know. There are some nights when I truly need the reminder that perpetuate is not the choice I ultimately want to make.

I think the worst would probably be the Reaper takeover of the Citadel. Was still C-Sec then.

I knew I wouldn't last long-cut off from any reliable supplies, in what was now enemy territory. Especially since, as a biotic, I need more than the average individual. Felt like I knew I was doomed one way or another. Even if I avoided getting killed, I knew it was unlikely that I'd be able to keep going for long. Either the husks would get me, or starvation would.

So instead I focused on protecting as many as I could for as long as I could. There wasn't any real hope for me-until the blue light swept through.

I knew I was going to die there, and then I didn't. I decided to quit after that-there's no luck left in me after it all, or I don't think there is. I'm not going to keep pushing it with high-hazard jobs. Weird thing for a biotic vanguard to say, but, still true.