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Mordin's spent most of the time the Normandy's been in the krogan DMZ hard at work in his shipboard lab. Today, though... today is different. Today it's time to deal with the message he got earlier. The chickens, as the human would say, have come home to roost; the krogan have hold of one of his students, one who worked on altering the genophage with him, and absolutely no reason to treat him well...
There was some talking earlier, back at the Clan Urdnot camp. Mordin let Shepard do it. It was safer. They got a massively built krogan armored truck to take them out towards Clan Weyrloc territory, where Maelon was last seen. They went, rumbling through landscape distressingly like so much else of Tuchanka: blasted, broken, torn apart by a race only the toughest of planets could produce.
And now they're here at one of the few reasonably intact buildings they've passed so far. "Repurposed krogan hospital," Mordin comments as they make their way into the relative safety of the inner halls. "Sturdy. Built to withstand punishment."
There was some talking earlier, back at the Clan Urdnot camp. Mordin let Shepard do it. It was safer. They got a massively built krogan armored truck to take them out towards Clan Weyrloc territory, where Maelon was last seen. They went, rumbling through landscape distressingly like so much else of Tuchanka: blasted, broken, torn apart by a race only the toughest of planets could produce.
And now they're here at one of the few reasonably intact buildings they've passed so far. "Repurposed krogan hospital," Mordin comments as they make their way into the relative safety of the inner halls. "Sturdy. Built to withstand punishment."
