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“The guns are warming up again! Pathfinder! The Salarian prisoners or Drack’s scouts! Choose!”
“Wait, wait, wait. I call bullshit. We just EMPed them. All their electronics should be FRIED. There’s NO WAY they could be warming up again, unless… RAEKA! HOLD ON, REINFORCEMENTS ARE COMING!“ Drack only got half a curse out before Ryder turned to him. “Drack, take the lead. We’re rescuing your scouts.“ “But you just said… RIGHT! THIS WAY!“
Raeka’s mind spun, but the probabilities of survival kept ticking slowly but inevitably downward. “SAM, commence… What was THAT?” Few people have heard the rumble of a Krogan war band, screaming in blood rage, and lived to tell of it. Even fewer have learned from it. The Archon was not one of the latter. He watched helplessly as a tide of armored muscle and fury tore his main guns from their very mountings, like limbs being torn from their sockets, their stored energy hemorrhaging uselessly onto the deck.
From behind cover, the quick-thinking Salarian Pathfinder Raeka darted towards combat supplies that a moment ago, were too far away. For a brief moment, his voice echoed that of the Archon. “How?”
Ryder piped up, “Basic physics, actually. An EMP would have a reduced effect on mostly biological systems.“ Raeka tilted her head, thinking. “But that would mean…“ “Yep. The Kett warship is a genetically modified species, same as everything else. If it’s biological, it can bleed. So I told the Krogans of an old Earth saying, IF IT CAN BLEED…?” The cry came back, “IT CAN DIE!“ Both Pathfinders smiled. “C’mon, let’s rescue your people. NOBODY is getting left behind, today.“
Epilogue
The grateful Salarians devoted an entire university to curing the Krogan Genophage. Which came in handy when Command needed soldiers to fight the remaining Archon supporters... Later on, Raeka University rebranded itself as the center of Krogan fertility research, a Krogan Planned Parenthood hospital, and the Krogan LGBTQ+ community.