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“Go, go, go! I will destroy you!" yelled a holographic turian as he ran to cover.

“They really don't have much dialogue variety, do they?" Archer yelled over to Vask who was pinned down by enemy fire.

“Stop flapping your lips and get them off me!" yelled Vask as he took a shot to his hump from one of the holographic pirates when tried to peek over to fire back.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm getting to it," Archer yelled and bowled them over with a biotic throw, allowing Vask to stand up and dispatch the pirates with his shotgun.

A siren blared the end of the round and the pair regrouped for the next and final round.

“Finally managed to reach the third round," Archer said with a smile. It had been a couple weeks now of the pair regularly going to the arena, and despite Vask having the simulation set to the easiest possible settings Archer was never able to last until the second round.

Vask walked over to a floating hologram of a medi-gel kit and waved his hand through it to reset his health counter. He nodded, “You've gotten a lot better really quickly."

“Set up over there. It'll give you a good angle to pick off the ones I won't be able to reach and will be able to heal yourself if you get hit," he said as he pointed over to a corner of the arena with another medi-gel hologram floating nearby. He pointed behind him closer to the centre of the arena, “I'll set up there, near where they spawn and draw them to me."

Archer gave him a nod and ran over to where Vask pointed for him to go. He crouched by the wall and peaked over it to watch as the timer counted down and the enemies spawned. He eyed one that was moving up to Vask's position while his back was turned, the krogan's attention occupied on two other pirates. He quickly gunned the pirate down before he could fire at Vask.

“You're welcome!" Archer yelled over to the krogan.

“That's why I have you over there," yelled back Vask.

Archer laughed and kept watching Vask's back. When a pirate was out of the range of Archer's pistol but in range of his biotics, he lifted the pirate up and left him floating in the air. He shouted to get Vask's attention who spun around and shot the pirate out of the air.

Vask pointed behind Archer and yelled out, “Behind you!"

Archer looked behind and yelped in surprise when he saw the turian pointing his rifle at him. Without thinking Archer threw a stasis field around the holographic enemy. He immediately regretted it. Back during his days in Grissom Academy he excelled in using his biotics to throw and lift objects, but more advanced moves like warps, singularities, and halting momentum he never got the hang of. Only barely being able to hold a stasis field for a couple seconds before he risked passing out.

Archer stumbled to all fours on the ground, his head throbbing and mouth dry. The stasis field around the turian dissipated and he pointed his rifle down at the human before he froze, flickered, and then disappeared.

He crawled over to the nearby wall and tried to pick himself up. Someone gently grabbed his arm and helped him stand.

“Careful. Take it easy," Vask said, putting an arm around the human's waist and guiding him over to the entrance door that some turian medics had already come through and were jogging over to the pair.

“What happened?" asked one of the medics, who waved her omni-tool over Archer.

“Over-taxed his biotics," Vask said, handing Archer over to the other medic and following them out of the arena.

“I need a drink," slurred Archer.

“Don't worry," said the medic carrying him. “We'll get you one right away. Just need to get you to the clinic."

“We have Levo electrolyte drinks stocked, right?" asked the medic scanning Archer.

“Why are you promising me things you don't even know you have?" asked Archer.

“We get more turians here than we do the other races," explained the scanning medic as they made their way through to the clinic. “But we keep a regular stocktake. So, we should."

The medics gently set him down on the clinic's bed and the medic waving her omni-tool over Archer finished her scan.

“Okay, it just seems to be a bad case of dehydration from overusing your biotics," she explained. The other medic handed Archer a drink and she continued, “Just take it easy for the rest of the day and don't try to participate in any more matches here."

Archer nodded, sipped his drink and looked over at Vask, “Sorry we had to cut it short tonight."

“I'm just glad you didn't blow out half the arena like you did those shop windows." Vask laughed.

The female turian gave Archer a questioning look and Vask boasted to her, “A bunch of thieves tried to mug him a few weeks ago and he blew out several windows fighting them off."

Archer slapped the krogan's side, “It was only like three, not several. And I didn't fight them off. I was just trying to run away."

Vask slapped him back with a laugh, making Archer spill his drink into his face, “If that's the destruction you do when running away, then I'd love to see what you'd do if you stay and fight."

Archer wiped his face and flicked his hands off at Vask, “So that's why you keep bringing me here. You want me to be a merc like you."

“I wouldn't be opposed to that," rumbled Vask.

Archer looked up at Vask with his eyes widened in surprise. Vask stood frozen next to the human not looking down at him until Archer got his attention with a clearing of his throat. Vask looked down at him and Archer looked up at him and took a sip from his drink with a smirk.

“I'll be outside," stammered Vask before he quickly made his way out of the room.

Archer quickly finished his drink and stood up, and stumbled slightly.

“I'm good, I'm good." Archer said, holding his hands out to reassure the two medics who went to catch him in case he fell.

“Just take it easy," said the female medic as she relaxed.

“I will," nodded Archer as he made his way out of the clinic.

He found Vask standing by the entrance to the Arena, looking at his omni-tool with a serious face. As Archer walked up to him, he quickly turned off his omni-tool.

“Everything alright?" Archer asked, concerned.

“It's fine." Vask said, “Let's get you home."

***

Archer made his way into his apartment with Vask close behind, the door left open behind him.

“I had a lot of fun tonight," Archer said with a smile, setting his pistol down on the bench of his kitchenette. “Despite it getting cut short. I look forward to the next match."

“There won't be one." Vask said quietly.

“What?" Archer asked, turning around to face the krogan, “Why?"

Vask stood in the middle of Archer's apartment, he shuffled on his feet before he answered, “I got a message from a member of my clan. He's working with a rogue spectre who discovered a cure to the genophage. He wants me to join up, and I will."

“A cure to the genophage?" Archer asked, taking a moment to remember what the genophage was. Only briefly touching on the subject back in high school. He smiled, “That's great!"

“Wait," His smile fell, as he thought on everything that Vask had told him, “A rogue spectre?"

“The one that attacked Eden Prime?" He asked as he backed away from Vask, “Why would you join up with him?"

“Why?" Vask asked with a raised voice, “To cure the genophage and help my people!"

“By joining the one who attacked one of my species' colonies?" Archer yelled back, “How the hell is that supposed to help your people?"

Vask stormed up to Archer and growled into the human's face, “You don't know what it's like having your entire species sterilised, to never have children."

“No, I don't," Archer snapped back, pushing the krogan away from him, “But I do know what it's like not to be able to have children."

“No, you choose to not have children." Vask said, harshly pointing at Archer.

“I choose?" laughed Archer. “You think I fucking chose this?"

Archer stormed up to the krogan, “I'm gonna ignore the argument my species hasn't heard in over a fucking century. How the hell are you supposed to help your species by joining the one who's attacking my kind?"

“By curing the genophage and restoring my people's strength!" yelled Vask.

“You think this will make your people stronger?" Archer asked jabbing the krogan's chest with a finger, “That spectre isn't going to give the cure to the strongest, he'll give it to the ones most loyal to him, and the weak and cowardly will sabotage and undermine the actually strong so that they will get the cure and be the ones on top!"

Archer grabbed Vask's head and looked the krogan in the eyes, “Joining that spectre will make your species weaker, just like they were made weaker three hundred years ago!"

With a roar Vask punched the human in his right shoulder, right on his scar. The impact sent Archer to the ground with a scream of pain as he clutched his scar.

Tears stung Archer's eyes as he dragged himself away from Vask.

Vask gently touched his arms. “I didn't mean-“

With a scream, Archer encased the krogan in a mass effect field and threw him out the still open apartment door. Vask crashed into the wall of the hallway and fell to the ground. He started to pick himself up as Archer stormed to his door, lifted the krogan to the ceiling with his biotics and let him crash back down to the floor. Archer slammed the control panel for his door, closing and locking it.

Archer stormed around his apartment as he angrily wiped the tears from his face, he made his way back to his kitchenette. He finally wiped away the last of the tears before he saw his bowl of decorative fruit, with a piece with a large bite taken out of it.

He grabbed the bowl of fruit and threw it against the wall. He tried to scream or rage but all that came out was a pained wail. His legs gave out from under him as fresh tears streamed down his face as he sobbed on the ground, surrounded by spilled fake fruit.

***

Archer spent the next week closed off from everyone. He clocked in to work, kept to himself without talking to anyone for his entire shift, and left immediately once his shift was over. He left straight for his apartment, making no detours and spent all his free time couped up in his apartment. Not even leaving for groceries and having them delivered just so he wouldn't have to leave.

He was laying on his couch, mindlessly watching vids on his TV when a beeping came from his door. Excited, he quickly got up and ran to the door.

He opened it and let out a disappointed “oh" at what he saw.

“Ah, Mr Roberts," said the Alliance Military recruiter with a smile, “It's great to finally get to meet you."

Archer crossed his arms as the recruiter continued.

“We've been hoping to get in contact with you about reconsidering your decision about refusing to join the Alliance Military."

Archer looked up and down the blue and gold dress uniform and thought at how stupid he'd look wearing it, with its stiff looking shoulders and sides, and blocky hat. It looked horribly uncomfortable. But at least the combat uniform looked decent, though he wasn't sure if it would feel any more comfortable than his normal clothes. He brought his attention back to what the recruiter was saying.

“As you know, the Alliance spent a lot of resources getting you a free ride through Grissom Academy and we look forward to providing more for you if you were to join our ranks. You'll get a whole range of benefits, such as discounts, subsidised medical, a pension for you and your family…"

Archer zoned back out as the recruiter listed off all the benefits that he had heard dozens of times before whenever a recruiter managed to track him down, and each and every time he turned them away. He even closed the door on the last recruiter mid-speech.

“I know that you have a history of turning us down but I hope to be the one to convince-“

“Okay," Archer said. “Give me the stuff to sign and I'll give you a call if I make a decision?"

“Really?" asked the recruiter. He brought up his omni-tool, “I'll transfer you all the relevant documents."

Archer brought up his own omni-tool as the recruiter transferred the data. The recruiter continued, “That's the last of the documents. You have a nice day and I look forward to your call."

“You too," Archer replied with a smile.

He shut the door and brought up his omni-tool. He deleted the documents the recruiter gave him. Obviously, the other recruiters didn't warn this one of Archer pulling the fake consideration stunt several times before. He'd been caught on it before, with the last recruiter incessantly calling him for his decision.

There was another beeping at his door, and Archer opened it in annoyance, telling the recruiter, “I said I'll give you a call if I."

A familiar green krogan stood in front of Archer looking down at the ground.

Archer pressed the button for his door to close it.

Vask's hand came between the closing door, keeping it from closing, “Wait."

Archer clenched his fist and enveloped it in a glowing blue field of dark energy.

“Please," pleaded Vask from behind the partially closed door.

Archer held the field for a moment longer before letting it dissipate and re-opening the door. He turned away from the krogan and walked over to the kitchenette, he leant on the bench with his back to the krogan, refusing to look at him.

He stood for several moments, staring at his kitchen wall before snapping, “If you're not going to say anything, you can piss off."

Archer heard something get set down on the bench next to him. He looked to his side to see the bowl of decorative fruit that he never picked up set back in its old place, the bitten fruit on top of the pile.

“Well?" he demanded.

“You were right," Vask mumbled.

“Keep going," snapped Archer.

“You were right," Vask started again, “The spectre only had those that were loyal to him. Any krogan who showed any amount of proper strength in character or prowess ended up disappearing or dead in some 'accident'."

“And?" asked Archer, still refusing to look at the krogan behind him.

“Following him would've made my species weaker," Vask said, defeated, “Not stronger."

“I fucking told you." Archer said, taking no satisfaction in being proven right.

“I'm sorry," Vask said under his breath.

Archer almost looked back in surprise to Vask at hearing him verbally say sorry, before catching himself and looking back at the wall, trying to hang on to his anger and frustration with the krogan.

“Is there anything I could do to make it up to you?" Vask asked quietly.

“I can think of a few things," Archer said, his voice starting to quiver. He found it harder and harder to hold on to his anger, even more so to keep it aimed at the krogan.

He was shocked to feel a pair of hands tentatively circle around his lower chest. He grabbed the arms around him to pry them off them but froze, unable to when he put his hands over the alien arms. He soon felt a large head rest gently on top of his, and Archer couldn't help but lean into the impromptu hug.

Archer wiggled around in the hug to finally look at the krogan, seeing that the krogan was looking down at him, straight in the eyes.

Vask pulled the human tighter into the hug, keeping eye contact with him, and an arm moved slightly. As if it wanted to move lower but its owner was too nervous.

“Are you sure this is something you want to do?" Archer asked, placing a hand on the arm that moved.

Vask didn't say anything but now the arm moved down with more conviction. At least until it reached the hem of Archer's shirt where it froze again.

Archer grabbed his shirt and pulled his shirt up slightly so that it slid out from underneath Vask's hand. The krogan's hand started moving again, sliding up underneath the human's shirt pulling it up and off of him. The shirt was discarded and Vask's hand returned to the human's body moving to his side where his gunshot scar was, where he slowly circled a thumb around it.

The krogan started to breathe heavier and Archer took it as a go ahead to start slowly pulling off Vask's shirt, slowly revealing the alien's scarred chest. He brought a hand over a series of scars that must've been left by some large clawed beast and traced them down to his side, making the krogan breathe harder and push into the human.

Archer moved to the side, still holding onto Vask to guide the Krogan to the direction of his bedroom. He moved backwards, relying on Vask to manoeuvre through the apartment to avoid running into anything. He placed his hand on a large, thick scar on the krogan's abdomen, and then moved it to the other side to the alien's back and felt a matching scar.

Vask started to pant, and bumped Archer against the door to his bedroom. He took his hands away from the human to drop his pants down, making the human's heart flutter. He brought his hands back to Archer's body, keeping one hand on his gunshot scar. The other up to the large scar on neck and shoulder, lightly caressing the ropey scar tissue.

Archer felt something start to rhythmically tap against his leg, making the human start to pant himself but felt too nervous to look down. He quickly felt behind him for the button for his bedroom door, blindly tapping against the wall until the door finally slid away from behind him, nearly making him fall.

Vask caught him and guided him over towards the human's bed until the human's legs bumped against the mattress.

Archer, held in the krogan's arms, brought a hand up to the krogan's headplate, tracing his fingers along the large crack and down to the scar that ran over his right eye.

What was tapping against Archer's thigh tapped again but now remained there. Pressing against the human's leg before moving away as the human fell onto the bed.

Archer bounced on the mattress and finally worked up the courage to look down. He saw the krogan's large endowment, and given how large all krogan were in physicality, he guessed that the large pillar flexing before him was well within norms for his species.

He hurriedly shed his own pants as the krogan climbed onto the bed with him, standing over him on all fours. Archer took a risk and leant up, planting a quick kiss on Vask's lips, which made the krogan freeze and let out a small sound of surprise and confusion.

Vask slowly lowered his head and gently pressed his face against the human's. Archer laughed softly at the krogan's rough imitation of a kiss. He brought a hand up to Vask's scarred face and guided his head to the proper place, guiding the alien through a proper kiss.

Vask followed Archer's lead with the kiss, learning, until he took charge again. He slid his hand down the human's body, and down to one of his legs. He lifted it up and hooked it around his lower back and guided himself between the human's legs.

Archer broke the kiss and hissed in pain from the krogan pushing in, making Vask pause, barely inside the human.

Archer took a moment to compose himself before he gave the krogan on top of him a nod to go ahead. He grabbed onto Vask's hump and groaned as the alien slowly, and relentlessly pushed the rest of the way in.

The couple both panted, Archer felt Vask's hips twitch from a desire to keep going but were held back by the krogan's resolve to give the human a break from the assault.

Archer took a few deep breaths before kissing Vask again, using the leg he had hooked around the krogan to nudge him into continuing.

Vask didn't need to be told twice and started moving. He worked up a slow steady rhythm, making Archer gasp beneath with each steady thrust.

Archer's hands started roaming over Vask's body. Each time they brushed over one of his many scars the krogan would speed up, and each time the human clenched up and dug his fingers into the alien hide the krogan would slow down.

The back and forth continued for a time that Archer couldn't and didn't care to keep track of. All until he braced himself and stopped clenching up, allowing the krogan to go as fast as he liked.

The human gasped from the quickened assault and held on to the krogan for dear life as he was pushed closer and closer to the edge. He clenched up again as he fell over the edge, screaming out as he released.

This time the krogan didn't slow down, he sped up even more for several moments before he suddenly stopped, only giving the occasional hard thrust.

The couple panted together, Archer was taken aback by the intensity of his release. He felt a nudge on his face. He looked up just to be met with a quick kiss from the krogan, which quickly evolved into making out as they rolled to their side. Vask pulled the human close to him, possessively as the making out continued.

Archer broke the kiss off to breathe, and rested his head on the alien's large chest. Listening to Vask's breathing and feeling the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, the human couldn't help but start drifting off. He tried to hug himself closer to the krogan but couldn't get any closer than what he was from the alien's firm embrace.