Post by Deleted on Feb 5, 2014 10:01:04 GMT -6
Graal spotted the other krogan about halfway to Barla Von’s place of business. The krogan was older and of another clan, but the way he was weaving he was either drunk or dying. If he was drunk, he was an embarrassment, if he was dying he couldn’t do anything for him; in either case, he avoided him.
But being his size made him easy to spot, and the other krogan staggered over to him. “At last, another krogan!” he said, and the stink of ryncol on his breath was strong enough to stagger even Graal. “You will understand, have a drink with me!”
“What’s the occasion?” Graal asked, humoring him.
“My mate had our thousandth stillborn!” the krogan shouted. “Is that not reason to celebrate?! I know, we males are encouraged to lay with as many different females as possible, but I love her too much to lay with another.”
He took another swig of ryncol and for a few seconds he teetered, but he managed to right himself. “Don’t you just hate this place?” he asked. “So damned clean. What this place needs are some varren fighting pits, that would really liven this place up! And a couple of thresher maw pits, that would make going out a real adventure!”
He stumbled against Graal and would have fallen if the younger krogan hadn’t held him up. What’s wrong with you? This place is making you soft.
“That’s how my mate celebrated, you know,” the drunk said. “She left the camp and walked straight into a thresher maw pit.”
He laughed and took another drink, but his hand was shaking so badly he missed, and the ryncol ran down his front.
“She was weak,” Graal said. “But at least she ended it quickly. You don’t even have the courage for that.”
“Watch who you’re talking to, whelp!” the drunk snarled. “I took out three Terminus gangs all by myself!”
“And now you’re just a drunk,” Graal said.
“You try it!” the drunk shouted. “You try burying a thousand of your children and have hope! When you can do that, then you can judge me!”
He pushed away from Graal and threw a wild punch, but missed badly, and succeeded in only throwing himself off balance and falling to his knees.
“Stay down,” Graal snarled. “Sober up, get some pride back, and then go out and kill something big. You’ll feel better.”
The drunk shook his head as he slowly brought himself to his feet. Then, with a bellowing cry, he charged.
It was a simple matter for Graal to sidestep the clumsy charge. As he was standing against the edge of the walkway, the drunk’s momentum carried him over the edge.
Graal looked over the edge, and the drunk had caught hold of a banner, which was even now tearing under his weight.
The drunk looked down, then back up at Graal. “Pretty high up,” he said. “Think the fall will kill me?”
He let go.
Graal watched him fall, all the way down, slamming into a walkway, just missing a hanar that had been preaching about the Enkindlers, whatever those were. He watched for a few seconds to see if the drunk moved.
He didn’t.
Graal nodded to himself, then turned to leave, only to be confronted by an entire squad of C-Sec along with a couple of heavy mechs. “FREEZE!” the leader bellowed.
This is what I get for being a nice guy, he thought.
But being his size made him easy to spot, and the other krogan staggered over to him. “At last, another krogan!” he said, and the stink of ryncol on his breath was strong enough to stagger even Graal. “You will understand, have a drink with me!”
“What’s the occasion?” Graal asked, humoring him.
“My mate had our thousandth stillborn!” the krogan shouted. “Is that not reason to celebrate?! I know, we males are encouraged to lay with as many different females as possible, but I love her too much to lay with another.”
He took another swig of ryncol and for a few seconds he teetered, but he managed to right himself. “Don’t you just hate this place?” he asked. “So damned clean. What this place needs are some varren fighting pits, that would really liven this place up! And a couple of thresher maw pits, that would make going out a real adventure!”
He stumbled against Graal and would have fallen if the younger krogan hadn’t held him up. What’s wrong with you? This place is making you soft.
“That’s how my mate celebrated, you know,” the drunk said. “She left the camp and walked straight into a thresher maw pit.”
He laughed and took another drink, but his hand was shaking so badly he missed, and the ryncol ran down his front.
“She was weak,” Graal said. “But at least she ended it quickly. You don’t even have the courage for that.”
“Watch who you’re talking to, whelp!” the drunk snarled. “I took out three Terminus gangs all by myself!”
“And now you’re just a drunk,” Graal said.
“You try it!” the drunk shouted. “You try burying a thousand of your children and have hope! When you can do that, then you can judge me!”
He pushed away from Graal and threw a wild punch, but missed badly, and succeeded in only throwing himself off balance and falling to his knees.
“Stay down,” Graal snarled. “Sober up, get some pride back, and then go out and kill something big. You’ll feel better.”
The drunk shook his head as he slowly brought himself to his feet. Then, with a bellowing cry, he charged.
It was a simple matter for Graal to sidestep the clumsy charge. As he was standing against the edge of the walkway, the drunk’s momentum carried him over the edge.
Graal looked over the edge, and the drunk had caught hold of a banner, which was even now tearing under his weight.
The drunk looked down, then back up at Graal. “Pretty high up,” he said. “Think the fall will kill me?”
He let go.
Graal watched him fall, all the way down, slamming into a walkway, just missing a hanar that had been preaching about the Enkindlers, whatever those were. He watched for a few seconds to see if the drunk moved.
He didn’t.
Graal nodded to himself, then turned to leave, only to be confronted by an entire squad of C-Sec along with a couple of heavy mechs. “FREEZE!” the leader bellowed.
This is what I get for being a nice guy, he thought.