Wrex grumbled and groaned a little as he slowly woke from his slumber. His eyes opened for a moment only to quickly close again. He fell back to sleep but he began to hear voices. They were muffled so he didn't hear what the voice was saying. He groaned again as his eyes opened again; his vision was a little blurry. He heard the muffled voice again but this time they were much louder. He had to blink his eyes a couple of times to get them into focus. But, then the voice started to become clearer. They were the voices of males all of them clamoring about something. Slowly he got up stretching himself out; groaning as his muscles relaxed.

Wrex asked himself, “What is going on?” he quickly got himself dressed and walked outside. Only to watch as multiple krogan ran past his home. He was confused as he watched them running to the entrance of the camp. He managed to stop one of them, “Render, what's going on?”

Render answered immediately, “A rite. Someone has completed a rite.” He finished before resuming his run to the entrance.

Wrex was shocked someone had completed a rite. A rite during the night no less. He too began to make his way to the entrance. It didn't take him long to reach the entrance; by then a huge crowd had formed. He had to fight his way to the front; when he reached the front. A truck had already backed up and a recovery crew was already climbing out of the truck. Everyone watched as the one who completed the rite was brought out. What each of them saw left them completely speechless. For, inside the truck was the whelp that Wrex had found.

“Clear the way!” one of the krogan on the team yelled.

The crowd of krogan quickly cleared a path; allowing the team to take the whelp to the healer. Wrex had stopped one of them at the back of the group. The krogan was about to shout at him; only to stop when he realized that it was Wrex.

Wrex had only one question, “Is he dead?” his voice was void of emotion. Because he knew that what he asked was a stupid question. Of course, Spike was dead; there was no possible way he survived.

The krogan answered, “No, he's alive,” He sounded like he was completely shocked. But, he was not as shocked as Wrex was, “He survived the rite.” He finished.

Wrex quickly asked, “The threshermaw is it still alive?”

There was a long silence; a silence that was eerie in a sense. Eventually, it was broken by one single word. A word that was only said once many years ago, “no.”

A few hours had passed and Wrex still could not believe what had just happened. Not only had Spike participated in a rite; long before his time. But, he had defeated the final rite. The rite of survival; where one either had to kill the threshermaw or survive its encounter. The last time a krogan had killed a threshermaw in the rite. Was when he himself participated in the rite. He looked at Spike who lay on the tarp-covered rock. Slowly, the young whelp was healing with each passing second. As he waited he was handed a datapad. Allowing him to view the rite that Spike had just taken. He pushed play on the datapad and watched the video.

Spike screamed as he ran his fourth completed circle around the battlefield. The pack of varren was right behind. All of them growling and snarling at their fast food. Spike looked back only to immediately look forward. He then saw a weapon lying in the rubble. He ran up and quickly picked it up; he turned and aimed it at one of the varren. Only to hear the dreaded clicking sound of an empty gun. He looked down at the gun and then back at the pack. Screaming as the lead varren tackled him to the ground; continuing to scream as he felt their teeth on his skin. Five varren had gotten their teeth on him. They were shaking and pulling on his limbs; each of them growling loudly. While pulling violently on their prey. This was how they killed their prey. Very slowly and very painfully; while it cried out in pain, fear, and despair. Spike looked around screaming out for help; only to see the menacing faces of the beasts. As he looked at his attackers in fear he suddenly remembered something important. He took in a big breath and exhaled fire. The varren immediately backed away; one of them was completely engulfed in flames. It whined and roared in pain as it thrashed about on the ground. The other varren looked at it; almost drawn to the flame.

Spike wasted no time in using his fire on the rest of the pack. He burnt all of them to a crisp; by the time it was over. He had killed over twenty varren. He was panting and gasping to catch his breath. He waited for a minute watching and waiting for one of them to come. But, thankfully none showed up; allowing him to breathe out in relief. He fell onto his back and gazed up at the sky above. The fight had taken some energy out of him. He then heard a click sound and looked at where the sound resonated from. It was the button he had accidentally pushed; with a groan, he slowly got back up to his feet. He then began to walk back to it; only to suddenly trip on something. He yelled as he fell and groaned once he made contact with the ground. He turned and looked at what he tripped over. Only to see a large weapon locker laying on the ground.

“What is this?” he asked himself.

He crawled over to it and examined it he saw no way of getting it open. Until he noticed a single opening on the front of the case. His eyes widened in realization as he reached for the piece of metal the shaman had given him. He looked at it and the opening; both of them were the exact same shape. He placed the metal inside the opening and watched in awe as the lid slowly opened. He then fully opened it and looked inside. Inside the case were two pistols; it was at that moment Wrex stopped the video. He knew exactly what those pistols were.

Wrex spoke, “Those are claymore pistols.” he chuckled as he resumed the video.

Claymore pistols were made to be like the smaller version of their claymore shotgun. Although they were smaller; they fired the same slugs that the claymore held. But, there was a unique detail about this gun. It came with a second pistol. Spike looked on in awe as he held both pistols in his claws. He looked into the case; finding their holsters and some spare ammo for them. He got them loaded and holstered. He then walked up to the button and pressed it. He heard the gears whirling and watched as the stone was lifted up.

He heard the voice from before spoke again, “Then the krogan were lifted to the stars to destroy the fears of a galaxy, an enemy only we could chase to their lair.” the stone slammed back down and Spike had to cover his ears again. He then began to look around; his face turning to that of pure horror as a swarm of giant insect-like creatures descended from the sky.

They landed and screeched out a battle cry; only to fly away as quickly as they landed. But, they each left two of their children behind. It was the kilxeen; the insects that could breathe fire as he could. He aimed his pistols at the two approaches. He heard them screech loudly before he pulled the triggers. He ended up being knocked onto his back from the recoil. But the bugs were obliterated the moments the slugs shot made contact with their bodies.

Wrex chuckled as he watched the whelp using his weapons for the first time. He had to keep himself from laughing as he watched Spike fall over; every time he would pull the triggers. He chose to fast forward through this part of the video. He stopped it and resumed its normal playback when Spike activated the keystone.

The voice spoke “Now all krogan bear the genophage our reward, our curse. It is a fight where the only goal is survival!” The stone slammed down for the third time.

Spike felt everything beginning to shake. He looked around and around; trying to find out what was causing the shaking. He got his answer the moment the ground behind him erupted and a giant creature rose above him. Now Spike understood the meaning of the word terror. It was only one single word, threshermaw. It roared loudly at him as he screamed. He had to dodge as it launched a ball of acid at him. He ducked behind a pillar; breathing heavily it roared loudly again.

The video reminded him of his first rite; the rush of adrenaline in his veins. The feeling of excitement as something tried to kill him. He remembered so many fond memories of his first rite. And, how he wished he could take it again. But, what happened next was something that completely shocked him. He watched as the threshermaw's tongue wrapped around Spikes' body. Only to immediately swallow him whole. But, seconds later the threshermaw roared and thrashed about. Before it raised up into the air; roared loudly and fell back down. It lay still on the ground; until a small hole was blown out of it and Spike came falling out. He groaned loudly in pain and exhaustion. Resting there in the blood of the beast; before the extraction team came and got him.

Wrex deactivated the datapad and looked at Spike; he smiled and sat the datapad down. Before he walked over to the Spikes side and sat down. He may have been young but he was a true krogan warrior at heart. He then spoke, “Rest well, Spike,” He said with a small chuckle, “Because when you're healed. You're real training begins.”

Author's Note

This chapter is mainly a filler chapter same with chapter 5 after this one. I apologize in advance for them. but, I didn't want to make a chapter that seemed like it was being lagged or dragged out. anyway again thank you all for the likes, faves, comments. again thanks.