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Grunt would be first to seek the door out of the room. The young Krogan was conflicted. He had seen Shepard’s brutal strength with his own eyes, not to mention her dedication to doing what she deemed was right. If he attempted to interfere, it could get seriously messy. Frustrated, the Krogan headed right for the elevator so he could get out of there, mostly so he could get back to the hold he called living quarters and beat anything that he couldn’t break. Which probably was very little. Throwing a temper tantrum wasn’t the goal but Grunt knew deep down that actually striking something would be more effective than yelling at empty air.

“A little time before we part ways? Maybe I can get Shepard to take me out shooting one last time. Or drop me off on Tuchanka so I can listen to the geezer... at least then if I get angry he’ll send me off to kill something...” Grunt slammed his head into the glass, not from anger, but from boredom and anticipation of Shepard’s sudden vanishing from his life. “What in the world will I kill now that Shepard is dismissing me? At least what can I kill to show her as a trophy.”

Grunt sat down and picked up his weapons. Miranda had repeatedly yelled at him and Jacob insisted that taking them from the armory was ‘unsafe’ but Grunt couldn’t give a crap. He fiddled with the shotgun and assault rifle in an attempt to sway his thoughts. Weapons, war, violence; anything but Shepard’s leaving. A thought came to him as he messed with his weapons. “I wonder if Shepard thinks I’m tunnel-visioned...?”

Grunt just sat there blankly for a few moments. Perhaps without Shepard he could learn a thing or two. Having a powerhouse like her he didn’t need to worry about ever covering her or such. Sure he was a good fighter but he was utterly useless in hindsight with any sort of tactical thought. “The geezer is going to kill me if Shepard tells him how useless I am.”

“We’re not parting ways for a while yet, though I don’t blame you if you want to leave ship early. Just keep me informed. In the meantime, I’m going to contact a friend who might be able to help us find something to prove the Reapers’ existence. You’re all dismissed until further notice.”

She stepped away from the door, leaving space for her team to leave, casually observing all of them until her gaze settled.

“Garrus, mind staying behind for a minute?”

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The enemy's perspective of Grunt.

Ever growling louder...

"I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it. I wanna kill it! I WANNA KILL IT!"

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"Thanks Dad." I know at least one person is thinking that because of this.

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First meeting she pulls a gun on me... I love the way this human thinks.

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Grunt was utterly enraged when he heard how easily Shepard was backing down. The young Krogan gave her a stern and disapproving frown combined with a slight growl. He gripped his fists again and again. In Grunt's head, the Alliance's actions made no sense, since they were imprisoning Shepard for doing something that was necessary. He continued to glare at Shepard. His gaze was harsh but at the same time, wondering, and concerned. She was the toughest woman in the galaxy, but she was his battlemaster, and that warranted a bit of concern if she was going to be locked up for a little.

"This is bullshit Shepard and you know it!" The Krogan roared practically as his frustration came to boil. "You saved the galaxy all those times and this is how the Alliance repays you?! By leashing you like some rabid dog?!" Grunt's fist slammed into the wall, leaving a sizable dent as well as flickering the nearby lights, Grunt's rage now in full throttle. "This is an insult! Unacceptable!"

The Krogan caught the eyes of Samara as he glanced around the room looking for some kind of support from the others. They had all come to know Shepard's strength as he had and for them to just stand there drove him mad. Her calm-like gaze enraged him but at the same time seemed to temper him a bit. Combined with the sudden realization of his actions and ramifications Shepard probably had lined up and he felt a shiver. Though it wasn't for long. Since renewed thoughts of Shepard's sudden dismissal again made him rage. His snarl penned his rage as he stood there and paced a bit to try and contain his feelings.

“So there you have it. You can read the report I wrote for Hackett if you want further details - Miranda, I’ll make sure it’s on your desk when we’re done here.” She straightened, calmly meeting the eyes of people she had come to consider friends. “Any questions?”

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Grunt was beyond elated when Shepard mentioned "want something" and "killed" in the same sentence. The young Krogan happily bounced it seemed as he pounded his fists together and smiled widely. He didn't care what the rest of crew thought of him right now, the fact that there was a chance to actually kill something was completely worth it to him, especially since it was getting Shepard riled up it seemed.

He remained quiet. He wanted to say something but one wrong move and Shepard could very well turn on him and that was something Grunt actually wanted to avoid for now. Less holes in the ship meant no decompression. He cracked his neck again and laughed his signature way before standing prominently in the corner. Both of his arms down to his sides with balled fists slowly raising and lowering with his breathing.

"I wonder who she will pick?" Grunt asked himself in his mind.

It was hardly her team’s fault that she was in a mood, of course, and Miranda still did a lot of administrative work even if none of it was Cerberus-related - she could be in a call to arrange for resources, for all Shepard knew - but she wanted what had gone on groundside to be out in the open, and to come from her, as soon as possible. 

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Grunt watched Shepard walk in and gave her a grin. Despite his anger before he was excited to see what Shepard had for them today. Grunt wanted to shoot something so badly that his fingers constantly gripped into fists again and again. Though a glance from Shepard sent a shiver up Grunt's spine. Her scars and burning eyes were as if the rage of the galaxy had descended upon Grunt. He loved it. Someone that strong, that powerful; it just fueled his desire to kill something even more.

To subside the feelings and calm himself down before he actually did break something and get in trouble, Grunt rolled his neck from side to side, his neck cracking loudly even through the thick muscle and hide on his head. He couldn't wait but at the same time getting punished by Shepard sounded like a much worse idea.

With tense shoulders, she got to the elevator and rose through the ship, strode quickly through the Armory to the comm room, which felt tense as she entered. Still missing her XO, Shepard opted to take position at the head of the table, hands on her back as she nodded to the squad members present.

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Grunt was frustrated with the small beeping coming from somewhere in his make-shift chamber. EDI's summon made the Krogan lash out randomly at a wall to try and solve the problem before he left. To his surprise, the noise finally shut up, the gentle hum from the ship the only thing he could hear again. "Finally... I hate that noise."

Grunt waited for the elevator and after a few moments stepped into the cramped space. "This is way too small..." he grumbled before the door hissed open to reveal the CIC. He wasted no time and strode into the Armory. The smell of gunmetal and oil filled his nostrils and he let out a silent sigh as his mouth opened. He glanced down to the Claymore shotgun and smiled. "Heh. Heh. Heh. Wonder what I get to kill this time? I hope its strong."

Finally Grunt entered the Comm Room and looked about at the occupants. He saw Samara and Jack first off. The biotics gave him both a glance but all they did was look back around the room. He gave a little chuckle before choosing to stand by Zaeed instead. The human had proven himself a ferocious man enough to earn Grunt's respect. He turned his back to a corner and gently padded at his omni-tool, testing the Fortification of his armor a few times before crossing his arms. "Where's Shepard?"

"EDI", she said while turning the datapad with her report off and moving to leave the Med Bay, "tell my squad to meet me in the comm room."

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Shepard. To be honest I have no clue how to work RP on Tumblr. On Skype and stuff though I have a few years, that is if I can stop breaking my tech... everything is so small and fragile...

say hello to Grunt!

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Stop it human! I am Krogan! We don't hug!

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Shepard took me to one of those "fast food" places before she got locked up by the Alliance. She shut me up with the Krogan burger when I complained everything was too small. Heh heh heh.