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[u][b]Full name:[/b][/u] Urdnot ‘Urd’ Shephurd 

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[u][b]Race:[/b][/u] Krogan

[u][b]Citizenship:[/b][/u] Main Krogan Space. [i]Proudly[/i].

[u][b]Aliases:[/b][/u] N/A

[u][b]Age:[/b][/u] 30

[u][b]Sex:[/b][/u] Male

[u][b]Psych. Eval.:[/b][/u]

[hider] Urd desperately wants to be a hero. Not just any hero, but a hero equal to the one his name comes from and the other legends that surrounded his namesake. Feeding into this desperate need he completely believes that he is destined for greatness and that because he is a grandson of Urdnot Wrex and a descendant of Shiagur (Note: Neither are particularly unique things for a Krogan to be) he [i]will[/i] become one of the greatest heroes the universe has ever seen. Knowing what he is destined to become, he strives to emulate the characteristics he sees in other legendary heroes. He is boisterous, loyal to his companions, merciless to his enemies, proud, and driven. He is also a very open individual. While refreshing when compared to some of the other potential candidates for the Spectre program, Urd’s tendency to talk and tell tales when reminded of them has derailed the evaluation multiple times and forced it to be paused to be put back on track. 

(Note: This was not entirely a bad thing. Urd seems to be a natural born storyteller, and what stories he chooses to tell, be they myths or events he has heard of or tales of his own exploits, revealed a great deal about him)

Both a typical Krogan and in his own eyes a peerless survivor, arrogance oozes off of Urd in droves. He knows that he survived his Rite of Passage because of his genetics. He is assured that he survived the biotic surgery because of his will. He is certain that his survival during the Neo-Krogan Wars and as a prisoner of war to Clan Urak are not because of luck, that his own skills and innate talents allowed him to be stronger than whatever tried to kill him. 

Urd has supreme self-confidence to the point that the idea of total failure, not just setbacks on his way to the ultimate goal but actual complete failure with no chance of ever succeeding, is a foreign one to him. When pressed on the idea that he might totally fail at some point in his life, he looked confused and then laughed. “Impossible!” Further attempts to press him on the matter were met with the same easy dismissal. Urd simply refuses to imagine failing at his ultimate goals. He might be delayed, but he will never truly fail. This allows him to bounce back from defeats with surprising vigour, but it remains to be seen what he will do if he ever has to face a total defeat.


In spite of his arrogance and his emulation of heroes that were all potent leaders in their own right, Urd has no desire to be a leader. He is content being responsible for himself and his own destiny and does not want to bear the weight of others on his shoulders. When the subject was brought up he laughed again. “I’m no leader. Too much work being responsible for others and their needs. I must focus on my destiny, and my legacy.”

Urd has a very large competitive streak, an innate need to one up and meet any challengers or challenges he comes across. Be they real or perceived. He is constantly pushing himself to go past previous limits and make himself stronger, faster, or more knowledgeable. 

The only time Urd’s cheerful, easy-going, and boisterous demeanor slipped is when the conversation turned to the Neo-Krogan war. To say that he hates the Tank-Born Krogan and the Rebels would be an understatement. Urd despises them. He loathes them with all of his being. In his eyes the Rebels are cowards who were unable to face the fact that times had changed and the Krogan needed to change with them, and the Tank-Born are monstrosities that should have never been. It does not seem that this hatred of the Tank-Born stems from insecurities. Urd genuinely believes that the Tank-Born are inferior, purely because of how they were made and how they act. In his mind, without struggling and earning their strength they are like a brittle rock. Once exposed to enough heat, they’ll simply shatter. 

When it was brought up that one of the heroes he idolizes so much, Grunt, was a Tank-Bred Urd met the question with some confusion. “Grunt is different. Grunt was raised by Shepard and Wrex. He’s not like the tubes.” (Note: Short for ‘Test tubes’. A derogatory term for Tank-Bred Krogan, similar to tankies) All attempts to equalize Grunt with Urd’s hated foes were met with similar dismissal. 

Despite his going to considerable lengths to hide it, the emotion that forms the base of Urd’s psychology and motivations is fear. Fear of ignominy. Fear of being doomed to a life of anonymity and being average. Fear of failure. Fear of death. Fear drives Urd far more than he will ever admit. He hides it behind all the other emotions, but it is always there tingeing his actions and his thoughts.

During the evaluation it was discovered that Urd is highly superstitious and has certain rituals he relies on to bring him good luck.  A Varren plushie (known as Ara), discovered after his escape from captivity, is almost always on his person. He can be seen frequently rubbing or touching it for luck (and comfort, but he will not admit that). He doesn’t know where it came from, just that he found it in the chaos of his escape and it has brought him good luck and ever since. He is incredibly protective of the plushie, but indifferent to any mocking about his carrying of it.

 Before battle he will kneel and trace a pattern in the ground, while he quietly mutters one word over and over again. Korbal (Note: Roughly translated to mean Victory or Death.) He is almost entirely unresponsive during this brief period.

When asked about these, Urd explained that the word was the chant the crowd would start up before his fights as a gladiator. The pattern he traces is the symbol for Clan Urdnot. He claims these actions center him. When facing a new enemy, the symbol changes from Clan Urdnot to a Krogan word for honor, though the chant remains unchanged. He calls this his Rite of Firsts (Note: A much longer one is done if he is given enough notice beforehand that they will be facing a new enemy. It involves a prayer to his ancestors to grant him and his foe honor in the upcoming battle and that he will be victorious over the new challengers ahead)

His rituals continue even after missions are completed. After every mission Urd insists upon being the one to meticulously clean and repair his equipment. Nominally this just appears to be a soldier keeping his self-reliance, but Urd does this immediately after the mission has concluded and he is back at whatever happens to be home base. Disruption of this procedure leads to anxiety and nervousness. Any attempts to have someone else take care of those actions were met with aggressive resistance. 

Urd has a fear of the dark. While he will never admit it, claiming any nervousness and fear that he showed had been excitement that was misinterpreted,  and that any sensors that showed biological responses of fear were faulty, his experiences with night combat and as a slave have left a mark. Whenever he rests, his drone is always set to watch over him with a soft glow. During missions that require no lights the interior of his helmet will be softly lit, blocked out by shading on the exterior. 

Urd greatly enjoys working on vehicles, ships, armor, and weaponry. The process gives him a sense of accomplishment and a practical goal to work toward, and the challenges they present appeal to his aforementioned competitive nature.  It is possibly the second most excited he was during the evaluation (behind only when talking about Varrens and Kakliosaurs. In particular [i]his[/i] Varrens and [i]his[/i] Kakliosaur. Urd loves the creatures) and evident that he could go on for hours talking about all the mechanical processes of whatever you put before him. VI and AI he was less excited to discuss, as their construction and functions mostly confuse him and as such he works very little on those. He has a great preference for hardware over software.

As he idolizes his grandfather and Grunt, Urd’s approach to the Blood Rage all Krogan are famous for is similar. He views it as an incredibly dangerous, but useful, tool. Something only to be let loose when nothing else will work. He looks down on those Krogans who let themselves be ruled by their Blood Rage, slipping into it almost as soon as the fight begins. 

As mentioned at the beginning of the evaluation, Urd has an almost obsessive desire to be a hero. This is his primary motivation for joining the mission and because of this he will go to any length to ensure that the mission succeeds.

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[u][b]Phys. Eval.:[/b][/u]  Urd is [u]massive[/u], even by Krogan standards. Standing at 9ft 6in (2.89m) at the hump and weighing at 749lbs (340kg) of pure muscle.. He is a striking figure, and finds his greatest source of pride in his large hump. He claims that it comes from grandfather Wrex and his ancestor Shiagur. 

(Note: An accurate estimate of Wrex’s size and weight were impossible to gain, though self-estimations garnered from Wrex himself put his height at 8ft tall and weight at 800 pounds. Almost certainly exaggeration. No information about Shiagur’s height and build were found. It is unlikely that they are where Urd’s prodigious size comes from. Both his mother, his father and their relatives, however, were all found to be above average size for a Krogan.)

With his headplate fully solidified and his growth done, Urd is a fully mature Krogan and is in his prime. His great physical strength alone will be of great use to the mission, and his endurance with his natural Krogan regeneration will be nearly unmatched. 

[u][b]Biotics:[/b][/u] After surviving the surgery to grant him biotic powers, Urd is a very powerful biotic. He focuses mainly on using it as a weapon and to increase his own strength even further, but has picked up a few standard tricks as he learned to control his newfound powers.

Standard uses of biotic powers:

[url=https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/Biotic_Focus]Biotic Focus[/url]

Various telekinetic uses (Pull, throw, Lift, Slam)

Charge

Nova

Barrier

[url=https://masseffect.fandom.com/wiki/Backlash]Backlash[/url]

Shockwave

Lash

[u][b]Qualifications:[/b][/u] A veteran of both the new Rachni Wars and the Neo-Krogan wars, a survivor of the brutal slave fights of Clan Urak, a skilled mechanic, and a powerful biotic talent Urd is an experienced soldier and capable of adapting to nearly any situation thrown at him and coming out on top. Combined with his willingness to accept the orders of almost anyone on board the ship and work with whomever he is required to, his dirt cheap service, and his willingness to do anything to see that the mission is complete Urd makes an incredibly useful tool in the hands of the new Spectre Program.

[u][b]History:[/b][/u] 

[hider](Note: Due to the rather poor record keeping of the Loyalist Krogan clans, we have no way of verifying anything of Urd’s early life, and little way of verifying his history before joining the mission. What follows is his account. Given his penchant for exaggeration, some of these events should be taken with a dose of skepticism. What we can verify will be noted as such.)

[i]”Ah, so you want to know my history before I got embroiled in the war? Of course you do. Damn thorough process this evaluation. Don’t know why I have to go through it, you already know you have the best damn Combat Engineer for the job. After all I’m…”[/i] 

(Note: Here, Urd goes into a rather lengthy tangent about his ancestors, his merits, and his destiny of greatness. To save time, we have cut that part of the discussion out.)

Urd coughs, taking a drink of water. [i]”That’s better. As I was saying, the world I and my hundreds of brothers and sisters hatched into was a familiar one for the Krogan race: one of eternal war, fighting for survival. By the time my siblings and I were born the war against our ancient enemies the Rachni had been raging on for nine years, and those fucking cowards known as the Rebel Clans,”[/i] 

Here, he goes to spit in disgust but pauses at seeing the glare from the attendant. He swallows sheepishly. This is not the first time he has done this, nor the first time he has been asked not too.

[i]”Apologies. Those damned traitors had just made their move against my grandfather and the loyalist clans. We were now fighting a war on two fronts. Fortunately our formerly ancient enemies, the Turians and the Asari, and our tenuous allies, the Salarians, joined our cause to crush the rebellion. So, these wars were the wars that my family and I were expected to fight in. These were the wars that were all too excited to fight in. We were being trained for these wars as soon as we could throw a punch and hold a weapon. Standard Krogan Clan training. I won’t bore you with the details. 

“What you will find of interest is that old habits die hard with the Krogan Loyalist Clans and every one of us was also being trained in a secondary role in society. A hold over from when the Genophage nearly wiped us out entirely so every Krogan was required to do at least one other job in addition to fighting. My siblings were taken under the wing of many different professions: some medics, others scientists, and still others were taken in by pilots.

“When my penchant for taking things apart and putting them together was discovered, I was taken under the tutelage of an Engineer. Not the role I really wanted. I wanted to learn how to breed and handle both Varren and Kakliosaurs. Amazing animals, those two species. I finally got my wish years later and have my own pack and Kakliosaur now…”[/i] (Note: Here, Urd goes into another lengthy tangent about Varren, Kakliosaurs, his respect for them as a species, his love for his pack and mount back on Tuchanka that he had raised, and how he should be allowed to bring his favorites, a Varren with a unique red and orange coloration known as Sparky and a large Kakliosaur named Grumpy,, aboard the Weiro. This tangent included a multitude of pictures on his Omni-tool of Sparky, her packmates, and Grumpy. To save time, we have once again cut that part from the evaluation)

[i]”Sorry, I just get carried away talking about them. Where was I? Right, taken in by an engineer. Urdnot Barran. He’s an old Krogan. Veteran of the original Krogan Rebellions, so he’s seen all kinds of technology come and go and worked on damn near everything in the galaxy at one point. He taught me everything I needed to know about working on vehicles, ships, weapons, and armor. He even gave me a few pointers on how to modify and install a VI. They weren’t his forte though, and I don’t blame him. All that software stuff is gibberish.[/i]

[i]“He was the one who helped coach me through my Rite of Passage as my father was busy fighting the Rebels. I was only five, filled with excitement and rage at the proposition of coming of age and fighting a Thresher Maw. It went smoothly, as you can obviously see. He was also the one who told me about the ancient surgery that made biotics. I had been complaining about how I wanted to be a biotic, to better serve the clan. He sarcastically informed me that if I was so eager to be special I might as well go and die trying to survive the surgery. But good luck finding someone who knew how to do it and would do it. I’d have to go to Omega to even have a chance, he said. He thought I wasn’t going to take him seriously, but he was wrong.

 A group of 15 of my siblings and I all gathered together to go find someone in Omega who knew how to do it and would be willing to. We all knew the risks and we all desperately wanted to become stronger to aid the clan in the wars it was facing. It was a year before we were to be sent to battle the Rachni as a blooding so we knew we had plenty of time. We all got on the shuttle to Omega and off we went. Wasn’t difficult. We were still merely citizens then, and as such didn’t need to ask for permission.

“It took longer than we had thought it would. Months, actually. So many people tried to lie to us, to cheat us, to rob us, or just outright attack us. It was great! A truly wild place that we thrived in. The stories I could tell. But you want me to tell my early history. So I need to focus. We found an old Krogan, even older than Barran. His name was Grak. He didn’t give a clan name, which unsettled us far more than we liked to admit. But he was the real deal, so we gave him our credits and one by one underwent the surgery. I was the first. I had no worries, or fear. Why would I? I knew I would survive it. I am destined for greatness.”[/i]

(Note: An ancient Krogan going by the name of Grak and offering his services to make ‘any species a Biotic, credits up front’ has been verified as on Omega and what records we have gleaned match up with Urd’s timeline of meeting this individual)

[i]“The pain was excruciating. To this day, the worst agony I have ever felt and it’s not even close. I don’t remember passing out. Just blinding, burning, pain and then waking up in the recovery room. Grak was covering the bodies of 14 of my brothers and sisters. Only my youngest sister, Urdnot Erva, had survived. We hugged each other out of relief, and looked to Grak. He smiled his disturbing grin and told us that we should be displaying our powers within 24 hours. We thanked him again, and took our siblings' bodies one by one and gave them a proper pyre burial. They had sacrificed everything for the clan, and deserved nothing less. 

“Grak was right. Before the next day had dawned, Erva and I began displaying biotic powers. Reliable, powerful, biotics. You can imagine our excitement. The hotel room we had been renting was absolutely wrecked as we experimented with our powers. The next day we caught another shuttle back to Tuchanka. The Shaman was [b]furious[/b] when he found out. The fact that we did something so dangerous and illegal, with the fact that it cost the lives of so many of our siblings enraged him. We were severely reprimanded. We were almost denied being sent to the war front as punishment. But due to the fact that two of us had succeeded, he didn’t go quite that far. We were still biotics, and still in need of some training. So Erva and I were put on the fast track to learn what we could before being sent to the war. Barran just shook his head and called me a fool for taking such a risk. ‘Like trusting a Salarian’s word’ he called it. He got over it though, and resumed by technical training soon after.

“A few months later I turned six, and was going to be shipped to the Rachni war. I had crafted my own Krogan Warhammer for the occasion. It was the pinnacle of Barran’s lessons and perfect for all of my uses. I was, and am still, damn proud of it. Erva and I were to be put into a joint squad with a Turian, an Asari, and a Salarian. Many of my siblings and hundreds of others of the clan were doing the same thing. A move to strengthen our relationship with the other nations, it was called. We all had our doubts, as many of our parents still vividly remembered when those three races were responsible for holding us down, but if that is what Wrex wanted that is what we would do. We were not traitors.

“Our doubts were unfounded. That squad Erva and I were a part of, known unofficially as Hammer Squad, was a damn good one. Our commander was the turian, one Jordera Kandid. An experienced commander. Took no shit and allowed none to be given. Always had our best interests in mind though. He’s an absolutely terrible singer who won’t recognize that he is a terrible singer. The Asari was our biotic muscle and second in command. Her name was Morissa Deris and she is simply filled with the joy of life. Despite her being several centuries older than all of us, she had more energy and vigor than any of us combined. A very good biotic teacher as well, helping Erva and I master our relatively newfound powers. The Salarian,Jolik Palka, was our marksman. Quiet, for a Salarian. Phenomenal shot though. Saved my ass more than once, not that I needed it mind you. I was the point man on the squad, the first to enter the fray and rip the bugs apart. Erva was heavy weapons, bringing the pain from a distance.[/i]

(Note: Due to the Turian, Asari, and Salarian habits of excellent record keeping we can confirm ‘Hammer Squad’ existed and the roster is accurate. They would spend four years battling the Rachni back before being shipped to the frontline of the Neo-Krogan Wars. Their record during this time is excellent, with Urd being noted for exceptional service and bravery. They are shipped to the Neo-Krogan wars due to their heavy Biotic talents in an attempt to counteract the sudden stream of seemingly endless biotic Tank-Breds. They will spend another ten years battling the Rebel Clans before an artillery strike will separate Urd from his squad and result in his capture by Clan Urak. Those ten years show a similar success as in the Rachni wars, though in the five years before Urd’s escape they will leave the military and become a mercenary unit known as Hammer Squad.)

[i]”Ah, you already have solid details about the wars before my capture? Well, let me say this then. Fighting the bugs was tough, no doubt about that. There is no enemy out there like the Rachni. But fighting the tankies and their rebel friends was a whole different thresher maw entirely. Much more difficult. The bugs are smart, but they have a set pattern and strategies of attack that they stick too. Predictable. The Rebels adapt, change, and move on the fly. Throw in the fact that they are krogan? And  you’ve got yourself a situation that will drag many to the Void.

“Regardless, you want to know about my time as a slave of Clan Urak, right?”[/i]

(Note: Clan Urak was a relatively small Clan of Krogan that, after losing the Rebellions to the Genophage, decided it was best to meet death head on rather than wait to slowly go extinct. Thus, in a similar fashion to the Quarians of that time, their entire Clan uprooted into a sufficiently large ship and became a large mercenary force. They found themselves working frequently with Batarians, and through their close relationship picked up many of the Batarian habits. The most extreme one was the capture and use of slaves for both entertainment and labor. While not scientifically advanced enough to successfully put in the Batarian Cranial Implants, Clan Urak found that shock collars worked just as well for their purposes. They were one of the first Clans to rebel against Urdnot Wrex, and quickly laid claim to a planet on the outskirts of terminus space as their own by right of conquest. It only has one city, but it would become known throughout the galaxy as a hub of slavery and gladiatorial games. This is the planet Urd will find himself on after being captured by Clan Urak.)

[i]”After I woke up from being knocked out by the artillery strike, I found myself with a collar on and chained to a wall of a ship. Others were with me. Turians, Asari, other Krogan, the occasional Salarian. Other captured slaves. Try as I might I couldn’t break free from my chains. They had some sort of biotic damper on them and were designed for krogan strength. Another Krogan was walking down the line, loudly explaining to us that we were slaves of Clan Urak now and that our lives would be for their use and entertainment. When he got close enough I spat on him and he merely laughed, grinning at my resistance. “It will be fun watching you break” he crowed, leaning in. He leaned in to close and I slammed my head against his face. The surprise and pain on his face were satisfying. What wasn’t satisfying was the agonizing electricity he shot through me  at the push of a button. He held it until I fell unconscious, laughing at my spasms. I never screamed. I refused to give him the pleasure.

“Due to my feistiness, I was immediately marked for the Arena on their unjustly gained planet. I would be a crowd favorite I was told. They loved loyalist krogans. Especially biotic ones. I should be honored, I was informed, because the couple of matches that I survive I’ll be cheered on by a screaming crowd and ‘praised more than I ever had been in my pathetic life’. For the short few weeks my life had left, I would have a good life.

“They were right about one thing. The crowd [b]loved[/b] me. Being so close to the edge of the terminus systems it was always a mix. Batarians, rebel Krogan, Asari, Turians, humans, nearly everything and anything was there. I always knew what they wanted most in the fights. If they wanted brutal and fast carnage, I gave them that. If they wanted me to draw out my victory, make a show of it, I gave them that too. On the rare occasions they were feeling mercy, well I was the most merciful gladiator they had ever seen. I was a god, and that arena was my domain. For five hellish years, it was my domain.

“As much as I hate the Uraks, I have to admit that they did make a damn fine arena. Spacious and filled with weapons, with a mass effect shield to protect the crowd from any unruly gladiators. Biotic Dampers could be deployed at any time to end any biotics in the arena, and there was always the golden button at the side of the Head of Clan Urak should he need to activate the shock collar of every slave in the arena. 

“Urak Varrk was his name. He was a bastard. No honor, no respect. Just a tyrant who revelled in bloody carnage that he never earned. He was big though, and powerful. It's why his clan followed him. No one could match him in battle and he had crushed any challenger. I always swore to kill him when I saw his face. Which was frequently, since he was one of the many who loved to watch my matches. On the rare few times he couldn’t be there his son, Urak Tarv, was watching in his stead. Almost as big and just as powerful, Tarv was his only surviving son since the rebellion began and the Genophage was reinstated on the Rebels. I hated his face too. It was even worse when they showed up together. Individually they were dangerous, but when they fought together? They were murderous.

“But they weren’t smart. Every night me and the other gladiators would plan our escape. They were wall hardened soldiers and killers, they had to be to survive as long as they had in the arena, and we all knew that if we ever got the chance to break free we would be able to steamroll over the guards they had. All the true fighters were off battling the Coalition. The only ones left here were the ones that Urak Varrk didn’t trust to battle on the frontlines. There were hundreds of us. We could very easily steal a shuttle off or get ourselves into a position to radio for help. 

“An Asari, Daria Issa, and I were slowly working on a way to turn off our collars. She was a smart one, Daria. An engineer with two centuries of experience under her belt and decades of combat experience too boot. I don’t know how long it would’ve taken me to craft the device without her, but she immensely sped up the process and I will forever be in her debt for that. 

“We had already found a weak point in the mass effect barrier, and destroying the biotic dampers would be no issue once we broke the barrier. Through the bits and pieces of tech and broken collars scavenged from dead gladiators, we managed to get something together. A small device that could overload the collar and free whomever was wearing it. But we had to be careful. If we struck too soon we would simply be stuck in the prisons below the arena. Too late and we would be cut down by reinforcements. We had to wait, and that was the worst part of my entire time there. Waiting, praying that we wouldn’t have to act too soon and hoping it would work as intended. Because if it didn’t, we’d be stuck down there for longer if not worse. 

“Our opportunity came a couple months later, when it was announced that the majority of us would be fighting for some celebration. I think it was the anniversary of the Batarians first aligning with Clan Urak? I’m not sure. But the point was there would be enough of us to make our move. The final, climatic battle of the festival would be ‘army’ vs ‘army’. They’d put a large group of us together and pit us against a mix of varren, robots, and other slaves. We freed ourselves before being let out. The collars were now just cold steel, useless for controlling us. Unfortunately, as we walked out, neither Varrk nor his son was there. Out on some other battlefield, most likely. 

“The battle itself wasn’t too difficult. The other slaves were malnourished, the Varren mistreated, and the robots were rusting apart at the seams. We could’ve made short work of it but agreed to give them a show. They’d appreciate it, one last time. After the battle, we stood in the center of the arena and listened to the cheering roars of the crowd. 

“Then I roared ‘NOW!’ and Charged through the weak point in the mass effect shield. It shattered like broken glass, suddenly leaving the crowd and the guards with no protection against hundreds of angry slaves. Before the guards could react I Charged into another one, knocking him to the ground before he could lift his rifle. My limbs began to glow with biotic power as I lifted my foot and crushed his skull beneath it, splattering it like a Pyjak beneath a Tomkah wheel. 

“I began to hear screams as I picked up his rifle and fired upon the next guard. The crowd was beginning to panic as we set about taking our vengeance. The guards put up what fight they could, but it wasn’t enough. Soon we had taken the arena and a full blown slave rebellion was on their hands. We freed all the ones we came across and massacred everyone else. Not knowing how much time we had before the real soldiers came back to bring order, we headed to the armoury. There we would find the much needed arms and armor to fight off whatever counter attack came, and we would be able to start sending out messages to hopefully gain the aid of the Coalition to extract us if not retake the planet entirely. 

“We took the armoury with little trouble and began arming ourselves as Daria started setting up the radio to broadcast for help. The armoury was a very defensible position and with our skills we could hold out there as long as we had strength. The guards that were left in the city didn’t attempt to retake it, still reeling from the riots and chaos happening from the slave rebellion. Daria picked up their distress calls and responses from the Clan Urak armies. Including Urak Varrk himself. Through a long series of cussing and raging, we gathered he and his son would be coming to restore order within the next two days. 

“Daria managed to get a Coalition Krogan cruiser on the line and explain the situation. Help was promised to arrive within a week. With the city reeling and a large force of fighters available, it was too good of an opportunity for the Coalition to pass up. All we had to do was hold on long enough for them to show up.

“I found heavy armor, a striker, a knife, and a warhammer, and geared myself up for battle. Varrk would be coming with his son, and neither of them would be holding anything back in their fury. We could feel their arrival like a cold wind as the ship touched down. The Clan Urak military stomped into the fiery anarchy of the city and attempted to restore order. It was a battle though. Hundreds of slaves were freed and had armed themselves, and urban fighting was always going to be nasty. Varrk and Tarv, with their personal guard surrounded us, and demanded that we come out. We would be shown mercy if we didn’t make them go in there and drag us out. They even offered clemency to anyone who would give up the leader of the rebellion. Me, namely.

“We responded with gunfire. The next few days I can only remember as a chaotic blur as the city descended into ever more chaos and we exchanged gunfire and explosives with Varrk and his forces. Thank the ancestors they couldn’t afford to send a ship to just destroy us from orbit. That was the only thing that made that a fight. Every day the Coalition forces informed us they were growing closer, that they would be there soon. Every day we counted more of our dead and grimly hoped that they would arrive soon.

“Finally, Varrk grew impatient and threw down a challenge. Anyone who could defeat him in one on one combat had his word that no one in his clan would harm them or any of the slaves left in the armoury. We would be allowed to live. But, if he won, we would have to go back to being slaves. Quietly. 

“I, of course, answered the call. Not because I believed that Tarv or any of the other Uraks would honor Varrk’s promise, or that Varrk even intended to try and make them keep his promise, but because there was the chance that seeing me kill their leader would shatter their morale and cause them to break. Plus, if nothing else, killing that pyjak would bring me great joy.

“I walked out, hammer in hand. Varrk laughed, drawing his own Warhammer. ‘So the child thinks he can take me on? Excellent. Killing you will remind the slaves that they are only chaff, and do not deserve their freedom.’ I raised my hammer and pointed it at him. ‘I’m going to kill you. And before this is done, you will be begging for forgiveness and your life.’ He bared his teeth in a snarl at me. ‘We’ll see about that, boy.’

“Our initial clash shook the very ground. My biotic charge slammed into him as he sprinted towards me at full speed. Varrk was a large Krogan, almost as big as I was, and took it far better than I expected. He dug his feet in, slid back a few inches and swung his hammer upward in an arc that caught my jaw and sent me stumbling back. Before I even had a moment to react the hammer was swinging down at me, and I just barely rolled out of the way. My own counter swing hit him in the side as he tried to advance and bring the hammer down on my head. I heard the grunt of pain and Charged again, this time into the bottom of his chin. His head snapped back and he was lifted off of the ground. 

“When he fell back to it, the only sounds were the cheering from my side and the silence from his. I strode forward, hammer lifted high to beat him further into the ground when he suddenly leapt to his feet with a terrifying roar. His eyes were mindless with the Blood Rage and he set upon me like a frenzied beast.

“Blow after blow shook and stunned me. I blocked what I could but he was overpoweringly strong, seemingly tireless and fast. More and more hits began to get in, and he was beating me back towards the armoury. I could hear his soldiers chanting his name louder and louder. 

“‘Varrk! Varrk! Varrk! VARRK!’

“I misjudged what was needed to counter his final attack and with a resounding crack, he broke my arm and threw me to the ground. He let out another bestial roar, bringing the hammer down on my back. Once, twice. Slamming me into the ground, seemingly intent to smash me into a pulp. He kicked me in my ribs to turn me over, and as I felt some of them break [b]I[/b] finally snapped. 

“The sweet sweet rage I had been letting build for years finally filled my veins, and just like that my pain was gone. There was nothing. No pain. No exhaustion. No thoughts aside from one thing: destroy my enemy. 

“I Charged him again, leaving my warhammer on the ground. He choked mid-roar as my head rocketed into his, sending him stumbling back. Screaming in my own fury I leapt up and crashed a Nova into his head like a meteor into a planet. He fell to his knees. I  grabbed his warhammer and held his hands around it, pulling it up so he could face me. Then I headbutted him. Wham! He tried to jerk back but was stuck in place, holding onto his weapon. I headbutted him again. Slam! He jerked back once more, and tried to let go of the hammer but I held his hands tightly around it. I headbutted him again. And again. And again. Biotic power filled my limbs and I felt no pain as I began to crack his helmet. Red mist was covering my eyes and all I could think of was causing him pain as I slammed my head into his over and over again. I have no idea how long  it went on. Just the steady slam of my head into his, breaking his helmet. Finally I let go of his hands and he stumbled backwards, dazed.

“I took his warhammer and with a powerful swing, shattered his helmet and sent him flying to the ground once more. I broke the warhammer over my knee and approached as he attempted to crawl back to his feet. I kicked him back to the ground with a snarl and ripped his helmet off, drawing my knife. One foot on his back, I roared to Clan Urak as they watched. 
“ ‘I AM URDNOT SHEPURD’ I yanked Varrk’s dazed head upwards. ‘IT MEANS HERO!’ He screamed as I slammed the knife just in front of his headplate. He was babbling and begging at that point, but I did not listen.He had earned this. ‘I’LL KILL YOU!’ There was a horrific screech as I ripped his plate from his skull. ‘ALL OF YOU!’ I shoved the knife into Varrk’s head, killing him. ‘WHO’S NEXT!?’

“Tarv tried to run at me, absolute fury and hatred in his eyes, but was dragged back on the ship by his men. They were running. ‘COWARDS!’ I roared at them, throwing the knife. ‘YOU’RE ALL COWARDS!’ I wasn’t aware that the Coalition fleet had arrived, and the reconquest of the planet had begun. Clan Urak was outnumbered and fleeing, living to fight another day. Tarv only stared at me, hate burning in his eyes, as he was dragged onto the ship. 

“I’m not sure the exact moment I passed out, but when I woke next I was with Daria on a Coalition ship, heading for Tuchanka. After recovering from my wounds I decided to find Hammer Squad again, or at least attempt to. I had gotten my fill of battling those fucking rebels and tankies, and if I never see one again it’ll be too soon. I had heard my old squad was mercing around Omega so I got a shuttle and went into the Terminus systems and the Omegan Empire. Never found them, but you people did find me. And I am more than happy to seize my destiny and help you.”[/i]

(Note: The event known as the Uprising on the Slave Planet is documented by the Coalition fleet that arrived there and interviewed the survivors. Urd’s involvement is mentioned frequently as an essential part of the Uprising, even if his version of events is more dramatized and exaggerated. He did not duel Urak Varrk for the fate of his fellow slaves, but he did kill the Warlord in combat during the last battle of the Uprising, for example. A Coalition soldier leading an Uprising to kill one of the Warlords of the Rebel Clans is a moral boosting event, and as such the events have been utilized for propaganda. After recovering from his wounds, he would go on to be a mercenary for the last five years. Searching for Hammer Squad he would complete a number of missions and contracts to his employers great praise, which is what first brought our attention to him. Upon contacting him and explaining the situation, he eagerly agreed to work for us for far below his normal rates provided we give him the chance to quote ‘seize his destiny’.)

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[u][b]Position:[/b][/u] Primarily: Point man for squad. Secondarily: Engineer.

[u][b]Recruited:[/b][/u] No.

[u][b]Inventory & Logistics:[/b][/u]

Current: M-300 Claymore (Modded: Shotgun Blade attachment)

Striker Assault Rifle

Electric Krogan Warhammer (Note: This is Urd’s personal Warhammer, crafted by his own hands.He has modified it to gather and expend electricity, and is very proud of it.)

Combat Drone, fondly named Ruzad. Urd has modified it to fire assault rifle bullets and Ballistic Blades. It is far more rugged and crass than your average combat drone, with a larger chassis and motor and more reliance on armor than omni-shields. 

Heavy Hazard Armor (Note: Contains built in Tech-Armor that Urd has modified to have 
omni-blades protruding from it. Inspired by Batarian Blade armor.)

Varren Plushie (Ara)

Special requests: Ryncol, permission to bring aboard a pet Varren (note: Urd has been repeatedly denied this request and repeatedly puts it back in), feed for said Varren (note: also denied), Permission to bring one or more Kakliosaurs aboard (note: denied along with the Varren, but he keeps putting it back in with the Varren), supplies for the Kakliosaurs (note: denied as well), M-920 Cain, Cain Trip Mines, M-452 Firestorm, Inferno Grenades, Cluster Grenades, Chemical Rounds, Inferno Rounds, Krogan Tomkah, N7 Typhoon, Heavy Colossus Armor, and various gun and armor mods.

[u][b]Notoriety:[/b][/u] 6. Among his clan and others of the Loyalist Krogan Urd is well known for his actions during the Neo-Krogan war and his rebellion against Clan Urak, and stories of it and his actions on the planet have been spread to other forces outside of the Loyalist Clans as moral boosting propaganda. (Primarily the Turians, Asari, and Salarians)
 
[u][b]Misc.:[/b][/u] Urd has chosen the quarters closest to the vehicle bay of the ship. The quarters themselves are fairly utilitarian. He has a work table set up in his room, a Varren sized bed (still hoping to bring on his pet), a computer, a peg wall for his weapons and armor, and a krogan sized cot. 

The only ornamentation he has is a broken Krogan Warhammer hilt and a shattered Krogan helmet (Note: Warlord design), hanging on the wall. The symbol for Clan Urak adorns the side of the helmet.

Theme: [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=moqCGqTw9jA]Legends are Made[/url]

-Urd likes plants. He is bad at caring for them, however. It doesn't stop him from trying, so frequently his room will have dead or dying plants in it, as he searches the galaxy for a plant that can survive with his level of accidental neglect.

[u][b][Blasts from the Past]:[/b][/u] Yes
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