Arglack's Epilogue - A Father's Reunion

SOME TIME AFTER THE WAR ENDED



The 2MRSC was disbanded, a shuttle was flying over towards Tuchanka, headed near the sand dunes present nearby the Raik clan camp, inside, Arglack would be sitting inside, staring off and waiting for it’s destination to reach. It was finally over, all these years fighting for a better galaxy, all the suffering he’s been put through and seen, the war, the Reapers, anything, has all been finally put to rest, he let out a content sigh as he thought it all over, leaning back into the seat of the shuttle, shaking his head once, forcing a smile as he waited for the arrival.


Eventually the shuttle slows down and lands on the sandy dunes, he leans forward with a tired posture, typing on the terminal as the shuttle turns off, the door opens and Arglack steps off towards the ground, the sands of Tuchanka digging under his boots, it’s warm, black sun reflecting over his black and blue Warlord’s armor, now worn and damaged from his fight against the Warband’s chieftain, missing one shoulder plate, a cracked structure and new scratch around his face, the Krogan rolls his shoulders and steps down towards the direction of his Clan’s settlement.


No wonder being stuck inside an ancient Pyramid, but a rather more civilized area, Arglack steps in view of the rest of his comrades, the ones he could consider family , though, not the only ones, some of them moved up towards him as he came into view, receiving shoulder pats, shoulder punches and some cheering from old friends, Arglack gives off a genuine smile, laughing along with the rest.


The Raik chieftain comes into view, opening his arms to the side with a loud histerical laugh, Arglack approaches him and gives him a handshake, raising both of his hands to chest height, and clonkingtheir crests togheter, almost like a soft headbutt out of respect, he steps back after a second.


“Kharrark..? Where is he?” Arglack asked, still keeping the smile on his face, the same dirty complextion as always and a hopeful look in his eyes.



The chieftain turns around, looking back at a minor looking Krogan, which seemed to still be on his childhood, a bright colored crest, large blue eyes and a large smile on it’s face, he runs up to Arglack, almost tripping on his steps, he crouches down, picking up Kharrark on his arms, embracing the child, Arglack laughs out in happiness, almost in tears, if he could even have them, “I missed you..” , is all the Krogan could speak out from his joy. Finally, he was reunited with one of the few things he always cared about in the galaxy: His own child.

“We’re going home.”