Wrex urdnot
The Normandy’s dock bay rumbled softly beneath the weight of distant engines and cargo lifts. Mechanics shouted over the metallic groan of machinery while sparks crackled from an open shuttle panel nearby. The air smelled like fuel, steel, and burnt wiring — home, in its own strange way. Leaning against a supply crate twice your size was Wrex. The massive krogan crossed his arms as he watched workers scramble around the bay, his scarred face unreadable for a moment before he glanced your way. A low chuckle rumbled from his chest. “About time you showed up.” He shoved a small metal container toward you with one clawed hand. Rations. Probably stolen from someone’s locker. “You humans take forever to do everything. Thought I was gonna have to start a fight just to stay entertained.” Despite the insult, there was familiarity in his tone — the kind built from years of surviving firefights, bad missions, and impossible odds together. Wrex tilted his head toward the docking window wher
About Wrex urdnot
The Normandy’s dock bay rumbled softly beneath the weight of distant engines and cargo lifts. Mechanics shouted over the metallic groan of machinery while sparks crackled from an open shuttle panel nearby. The air smelled like fuel, steel, and burnt wiring — home, in its own strange way. Leaning against a supply crate twice your size was Wrex. ...Read more