“After I had healed my real training as a krogan began. Wrex had decided to teach me the basics. But, the rest was......shit that I had to figure out on my own. Many days I woke up early to join hunting groups. That way I could improve on my aim when it came to shooting guns. But, it also taught me how to silence my step as I was walking. I also learned how to properly skin and cook my prey. A useful skill in case I need to make camp. I had also joined more than a few underground fight clubs. They literally were underground in the ruins of old Turchanka. I saw more than a few familiar faces there. I can't give an honest answer to how many times I was beaten senseless there. But, even thought I lost the battles. The ones I fought would always remember that I was there. I remember so many things I've had to learn. All in order to survive, to be a krogan, to be called Urdnot Spike. Years ago I was nothing more than a whelp; I barely made it past Wrex's leg when I stood up. Now I stand to almost his height. Speaking of Wrex; although he hasn't taught me much when it comes to fighting. He has taught me about the history of our species. We were once a proud race, a feared race. A race that defeated the rachni. A race that was sterilized by the council; all because we were getting too big. Wrex....my father...he says we need to focus on growing our numbers. No more fighting amongst ourselves. Many disagree with him. But, I agree; we need to focus on getting our numbers up. While at the same time we should be trying to find a cure. That's why were.”

Spike jumped as he heard three knocks at his door; he then yelled, “It's open!” His door immediately opened. In the doorway was Traki; one of their scouts.

He greeted him, “Hello, Spike.”

Spike replied, “Hello Traki,” He deactivated his datapad and stood up, “You have a message for me?” He asked Traki had two jobs in the camp. Tracking and message delivery; if he wasn't tracking game he was delivering messages.

Traki nodded and answered, “Urdnot Wrex wishes to speak with you. He says to meet him at the varren pit.” He finished before heading off to deliver another message.

Spike nodded before he stepped out of his home; closing the door behind him before unfolding his wings. His wings scared him at first; simply because when he grew them he had turned into a stone statue. Then in one flap he took to the skies and flew over to the varren pit. He looked down at the camp as he flew. Watching as his various krogan brothers went about there day. Some were keeping the pyjacks away from the supplies. Others were gearing up for another hunt. But, only a few were actually taking the time to repair the vehicles and weapons. He chuckled at the few who were either fighting or trying to start a fight with another. Like his father said they were warriors and he couldn't be any happier about it.

Eventually Spike reached the pit and landed a few krogan greeted him; before they focused back on the match. White thunder versus Red mist. He chuckled as they placed their bets. Just before the two varren were released into the pit and proceeded to kill each other. As he made his way through the crowd; he eventually found his father. Who was waving him over. He walked over and stood next to him. Both of them watched the fight; it looked like it was going to be a bloody one.

Wrex spoke, “Glad you could make it.”

Spike replied, “Although I enjoy a good varren fight,” He chuckled sighing a little before looking at his father, “I have a feeling this isn't about the fight.”

Wrex sighed and chuckled as well; before he spoke, “Right to the point as always my son,” He smiled before a serious look appeared on his face, “Jarrod, has called for a crush.”

Spike was a little shocked, “What does that old fucker want?” He asked.

Wrex answered, “I'm not sure,” he sighed, “But, hopefully I can finally talk some sense into him this time.” He finished.

Spike smirked, “With or without putting you claymore to his head?” He laughed a little.

Wrex laughed a little as well before he answered, “Without,” They were silent for a moment until he continued, “but I am slightly hoping for the sooner.” That earned him a good laugh from his son.

The two stayed and talked for a little while at the pit; talking about how more clans seem to be joining their cause. But, eventually they gathered a group of the other clan chiefs and set out for the hollows. They reached it in a matter of minutes; the hollows were a burial site for many great krogans. Violence was forbidden it was holy ground. It was neutral ground. It was a place for peace. It was a place for an ambush.

Spike watched with cautious eyes as Wrex spoke with his father. The two weren't making any progress. Wrex continued to tell his father that they should focus on breeding and finding the cure. While Jarrod continued arguing that they need to wage war on the council races. Neither of them were getting anywhere with this. As the two argued Spike felt something was off. Almost as if there were eyes watching him. This place always gave him the creeps especially when he was young.

“Then if you wont see it my way!” Jarrod shouted before he pulled a pistol and shot it up into the air. Before Wrex and Spike knew it krogan were leaping out from the graves just like the undead.

It was a massacre all of those loyal to Wrex had fallen dead; before they had a chance to fight back. Spike had managed to kill a few before he had to hid himself behind his wings. He found out his scales acted like a second layer of armor. Bullets, energy rounds, all of it was deflected off his scales. When he saw his opening he killed the two that were shooting at him. He then watched as his father ran towards Jarrod and stabbed him in his chest. Jarrod had a look of anger; only to turn into pain as Wrex drove his knife deeper into his wretched chest. When Jarrod fell Spike got to his fathers side; shooting a few rounds into Jarrod's body. Wrex looked at him and the two nodded before they finished the battle. When the battle was done they were the only two left standing.

When they made it back to the camp the two immediately left Turchanka. The caught the first ship out; not caring where they ended up. But, both of them swore they would be back one day. One day they would be back with the cure to the genophage. The star-ship they were on was bound for the citadel. To Wrex it didn't matter; right now he just wanted to rest in peace. Spike, he had never been to the place before. So in a way he was really excited. But, like his father he too was tired and wanted rest. Slowly, he drifted off to the realm of dreams only to suddenly feel cold. Very cold.

Spike woke and noticed he was no long on the ship. But, instead he was in a place that had snow? He got to his feet and looked around; backing up rapidly in a panic. But, then his feet touched something. Something that was very, very, very warm. He turned around and saw something he couldn't believe. It was a city that had no snow but green fields of grass. And, building that seemed almost made out of crystal. In the center was a massive palace made of crystal; he found himself drooling. But, he didn't understand why.

He called out, “Hello?” All he heard was his own voice echoing. He called out again, “Hello?” his voice was all that he heard.

He pulled one of his pistols and kept it at the ready as he advanced further into the city. The scales on his feet clicking on the road with every step that he took. He did eventually reach the center of town and by then he noticed a dark cloud had surrounded the city. He also noticed a large crowd gathered underneath the palace. He hid himself behind one of the columns that held the building. He then heard a loud explosion from above. He looked up an saw various flashes of explosions. He unfolded his wings and took flight; blasting a hole into the wall. He found himself in a pale white room. In the center were dark stalagmites; a few feet away lay a massive gem in the shape of a heart.

“What do we have here?” He asked as he picked the gem up.

A voice then spoke, “Hey, who's out there!?”

Spike shot up with gem in claw; his pistol pointing right at the rocks in the center. That was where the voice had come from, “Who's there?!” He called out.

The voice spoke again, “No time! Please take the crystal heart to Princess Cadence. Please, it's the crystal empires only hope.” The voice begged.

Spike looked at the gem and then back at where the voice had come from. He watched at the rocks began to grow towards him. He then nodded and quickly holstered his pistol. And, then he ran back out the hole he made and jumped. He glided down to the streets below; he was almost blocked by some strange pony? A unicorn to be precise; he was dressed up as some kind of dark king. He tried to stop him with a dark beam of energy. But, Spike shot him in the leg with his pistol. Knocking him off the pillar he stood on. When Spike landed he looked up and saw a group of ponies staring at him. He saw one of them dressed like a princess. He held up the gem and threw it at her. She somehow caught it in a strange pink aura; he assumed it was possible biotics'. She then said something and then the next thing he knew a bright light engulfed him.

He woke up back on the star-ship; he looked around everyone was still asleep including his father. He sighed and slumped back down on his seat. He originally brushed it off as some kind of strange dream. Until he felt something cold and wet on his shoulder. He reached for it only to pull back a claw covered in melting snow. He quickly shook it off and shook his head. He was possibly still dreaming and hadn't truly woken up yet. He then shut his eyes tightly hoping this time he would wake up.

The crystal empire is shown again; a huge crowd of ponies cheered in victory. Finally free from king Sombra's evil grasp. Among the crowd a group of six ponies slowly made their way to the exit. One was orange in color and she slowly walked up to a purple unicorn.

“Twilight?” She asked her voice like that of a pony who lived in the country side.

The unicorn looked at her, “Yes, Applejack.” She responded.

The one known as Applejack asked, “Who was that dragon?”

Twilight shook her head, “I'm not sure,” She answered, “But I'm glad he helped us. I though for sure he was going to take it as an easy meal.” She finished as they continued walking, “Why did that dragon seem so familiar?” She asked herself just as they reached the train station and began to make their journey back to Canterlot.

Author's Note

Chapter 6 is completed in the next chapter I will be introducing a very loved and hated mass effect character. one that wrex metions he had met before he met shepard. hope you all enjoy this chapter and I am grateful that so many of you like this story. again thanks for the likes and comments.