Y'all remember me, I'm sure.

Nah, bro, I'm kidding. Think I made like five posts here back in the day. But hey, free broscratch to whoever does remember me.

I'm still ground pounding with the 5th, we got pulled off the Citadel maybe two days before the crabbies hit. I'm a lucky son of a bitch (sorry ma) and I fucking know it. Relay net was in the middle of a tier 1 clusterfuck at the time so we got dropped on fucking Tuchanka of all places. We're still here helping out the krogan. You heard that? Turian squaddies helping out the krogan, that's some science fiction shit, you get me? Hell, it ain't even the worst planet in the galaxy anymore. The food's shit (quarian toothpaste meals, Ax fuckin Os) but it's warm, least where we are. And the locals are a fuckin riot, you dig? Sometimes literally, ha!

So I'm doin alright. Just thought I'd sound off to all the hard bastards still Hierarchy and proud, still living for the cause, you know? We kicked ass, my brothers and sisters, we gotta stand tall.

Bro...scratch?

Don't cause trouble, turian. Handling these whelps is already a handful, and spikebutts stirring the stew won't help!

Yeah man, it's for us three finger badasses. Ya bend your talons into a point, push em into a bro's hand doing the same so they lock together, symbolizing that you're bros, then pull em out quick. Do it bareclawed and ya end up pretty scratched, you know?

I won't pretend that my translator got all of what you said, but you seem like a hearty fellow! Welcome back!

I think I remember you. Sergeant Nem-something? N-something? Pretty sure I talked to you once.

Well, welcome back, good to see you're still alive. Take care out on Tuchanka.

Depends what you mean by trouble, buddy. If you mean like, beating the shit outta locals while on duty and sober then shit, the LT'd have my scales decorating his wall before you guys even got your eight ton asses outta your morning dump, so no worries there, yeah? If you mean like beating the shit outta locals while wasted in a bar, well shit bro, I can't promise nothing.

For the record, krogan liquor is fuck-awful.


Yeah man thanks, cool.


Lieutenant, sir, good to see you're still with us. And yeah, Nem'll do fine. You ain't the first to have trouble with the full article, sir. Will do, sir. Krogania ain't exactly a vacation spot, but havin a balls out, dick shakin live fire exercise where the terrain looks like an orbital strike crater before you even start is a fuckin party. Don't even get me started on the wood talon sorties with krogan OpFor. Pumped doesn't come close, sir.

i remember you! Guy whose speech comes out like a really slang-filled Kiwi accent. i just see slang.

Anyway, welcome back Sergeant. Less terrorists around these days.