The Clan Chief has entered the war room

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“Alliance?” Wrex was steadily remembering why he disliked turians so much. They always thought they were doing some one a favor, even when they needed your help. “You aren’t helping me. You’re sitting on a comfy ship while you cry for krogan support. The only Alliance here is to Shepard. Shepard is going to Tuchunka. Shepard is helping me cure the genophage. Not you, and not any damn turian.” Wrex thought he could come to respect the newly appointed primarch because of thus abilities as a fighter, but he couldn’t. “So don’t pretend you’re doing any favor for me. With or without you the genophage would be cured. If anything you sped up the process.”

                         The Primarch’s studied cool melted away, pressure and heat rising like magma in his chest.  Sparks ignited in citrine eyes, and the general flashed teeth.  “I would much rather bleed in service to my country than sit around, trapped, on this warship.  I respect the Commander and her crew, but I would abandon the Normandy in a heartbeat if I could return to battle and quench Palaven’s fires myself." 

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                  "I’m not so naive to think that this is a favor.  It’s a service rendered in exchange for your troops.  If we’d not been in the middle of a war, you could be damn sure the Council would unanimously have voted against you, and more political hand-waving would have kept the cure from you for another few hundred years. I’m not fighting you on that.  Right now, krogan, I’m not your enemy.  We have one enemy.  I hardly expect us to become friends, but for the sake of diplomacy, - Spirits! - at least let us be civil.  You have your people to represent.”

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