Tuchanka: Sacred GroundsUrdnot Dak'ir paced back and forth in an antechamber, anxious and awaiting the signal that would indicate that everything was in place. Today was the day that he wold reveal his plans for both the Clan and the Krogan race as a whole, and if everything went the way he had planned he just might just survive the day. The Clan Urdnot Shaman was also in the room, watching the new leader of Urdnot pace about the room like a Vorcha on red sand, he decided it was best to offer some sage advice.
"Clan leader... Calm the F*** down, if you go out all worked up like you are now we'll have a blood bath on our hands."
Dak'ir stopped and growled, but knew that what the Shaman said was true, things were already tense enough out there with several representatives from different clans standing around ready to tear each others throats out at the slightest provocation. The only thing that was stopping them was that they were within the confines of the Sacred Grounds, but that hadn't stopped there from being blood spilled before. So Dak'ir took a deep breath, and let it out, leaving him all nice and loose... right before smashing a nearby table into smithereens. The Shaman merely rolled his eyes at this and didn't say anything else.
"Haha! Now that felt good to let off some steam, should make it less likely now that I'll blow that idiot Weyrloc Gulds head off... they came to the krush right?" Dak'ir asked, and the Shaman nodded in answer.
"Good, very good..." but before he could say anything else a message was sent to his omni-tool from one of his men that everything was ready.
"Well Shaman, it's time to make history... You think we got a chance at this?" the Urdnot leader asked,
The Shaman merely shrugged and said, "You will either unite the Krogan and lead us to salvation.. Or you'll get Clan Urdnot exterminated and we'll be a mere blood stain in the history of the Galaxy".
Dak'ir just smiled at that, opened the door, and walked out into the Krush. He immediately saw that most of the clans he had invited had shown up, as the place was near filled to overflowing, which he guessed was a good sign, maybe; the noise also lessened considerably at his arrival. Dak'ir walked down the pathway towards a raised dais from which he would address the crowd, and on the way there spotted Chief Weyrloc Guld standing in the middle of a group of his warriors, giving Dak'ir the evil eye. He just ignored Guld though and mounted the platform, looking out over the mob. Raising his hands for silence, Dak'ir took a deep breath and began his address.
"Brothers and Sisters! I am Urdnot Dak'ir, leader of Clan Urdnot and the one that called this Krush so that I may bring before you all a plan.. A plan to save the Krogan race" Dak'ir paused as murmurs and growls of suspicion started up , but he quickly spoke over them.
"Now before you all get uppity and I have to headbutt you all hear me out... Good... We all know the reasons why we are here, the Genophage, it has been the very root of our races decline and will lead to our eventual extinction, but not because it controls our population growth, but because we, the Krogan, have given up... *rise in angry voices*.... SHUT IT!! For to long have we laid down and excepted our fate, to long have we gone out into the galaxy as mercenaries and pirates to die for nothing more then because we have given up and a pretty credit or two can get you a lap dance at Afterlife.. *a few knowing chuckles*... We are a the punchline in a bad and ironic joke by the rest of the galaxy, punished because of the mistakes of those who raised us up into the stars to protect them from the Rachni, the other races view us as nothing more then war mongering barbarian scum, and you know what, they're right, we are.... *Dak'ir pauses*... But do you know what I see? I see the potential for change, the ability to change the path that fate has set us on from one of extinction to one of a new dawn for the Krogan, to build up the great ziggurat's of ages past, and cure the Genophage that makes us into the beasts the rest of the galaxy wishes to see us as...*Some murmurs of reserved agreement*... But in order to do this we must change our ways, we can no longer be a bunch of feuding clans killing each other for scraps, we can no longer send our males off to fight and die for nothing more then wasted fame and credits, the clans must be..." Dak'ir was interrupted mid flow by a voice in the crowd, a voice he hated with a pashion.
"And next you'll tell us that Varren will sprout wings and that Vorcha will start picking flowers for each other, you're so full of Turian shit it's leaking out of you ear nubs! Change? I call it stupidity, why should we change our age old traditions because some young hot head was able to gain control of Clan Urdnot and now thinks he can "save" the Krogan from themselves, you're nothing but an uppity Pyjak".
Silence reigned throughout the grounds at Weyrloc Gulds words, many bracing themselves for the coming massacre. On the inside Dak'ir was a raging maelstrom of rage, only just able to contain himself from going over and killing the old fool himself, instead he said,
"And that my Brothers and Sisters, is why we are a dying breed, because those like Weyrloc Guld here are to stupid to see that just killing and fucking their way through the galaxy is no longer working, and it never did, though I will admit that it may have been fun, hehe, but in reality Guld, you are nothing more then an old fossil standing in the way of our races salvation", Dak'ir said with a challenging stare.
Guld laughed and said, "Meet me when your not hiding behind the protection of our sacred laws whelp, and we'll see how mouthy you are then, and as for this whole plan to unite the clans and "save" the Krogan, you can count out Clan Weyrloc, and the rest of you should leave this farce as well," and with that said, Guld and his men left.
Dak'ir nervously watched the rest of the clans to see what they would do, and though some looked like they were about ready to follow Weyrloc Gulds example, none of them left.
Well.. at least I've got their attention he thought.
Before he continued though, he activated a button on his omni-tool that would signal his scouts and troops to begin Operation Weyrloc. He had similar operation in place for some of the other Clans here that he thought would actively oppose his plans, just in case.
"So now that Weyrloc Dull has left our Krush, I can get back to my rousing speech... As I was saying, if the Krogan are going to have a voice in this galaxy we need to unite our clans together and stop our self destructive cycle of killing each other, we need to show the rest of the galaxy that we are not going to take their shit lying down any longer! We have suffered the Genophage for long enough! We will either stand as equals in this galaxy, or we will die trying!".
Dak'ir could feel the mood of the other Krogan in the Sacred Grounds getting more and more excited, and even those clans who didn't agree with him were getting caught up in the charged atmosphere, it was electrifying. Another reason for getting them all rowdy was that he didn't want them to hear anything coming from the surrounding area. With one final hurrah to get the crowd berserk, Dak'ir roared,
"WE ARE KROGAN!! AND WE WILL HAVE OUR FUTURE!!"And all the Krogan around him burst out into a thunderous roar.
Highway Leading to Weyrloc Territory: At the same time Clan Urdnot's Chief Scout watched the Weyrloc convoy leave the Sacred Grounds, and having received the go ahead a few minutes before, radioed everyone to prepare for action. They had taken out Weyrloc's scouts already and had laced the convoys path with enough IED's to warm this old Krogan's hearts. As the convoy approached the ambush site, the Chief Scout prepared the detonator on his omni-tool, and let his finger hover over the activation button, and ever so gently pushed it. The convoy was ripped to shreds in moments, with Weyrloc Guld's tomkah being thrown off the road in flames. Urdnot infantry immediately sprang from their hiding places and began to look through the wreckage for any survivors.
"Chief Scout! We have Weyrloc Guld, he's severely injured but alive, orders?" a soldier radioed in to the Chief Scout, who promptly answered back.
"We only need his head".