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Their time of fun was interrupted by the krogans barging in. The muscular quarian managed to rush into the closet with the Asari, and unfortunately it was a tight fit, but he would be able to get his suit back on.

“Shit! I didn’t know he’d come back!” he whispered, “how in the hell did they find my apartment?!”

“How am I supposed to know? Maybe they tracked you or something?” the asari hooker was still naked, and their whispering was drowned out by a deep, annoyed snarl, ‘DAMNIT! Where is he?!’ and there was an immediate tension of silence within the tight closet, with the muscle bound Quarian taking up almost all available space. The sounds of various objects being tossed and thrown around was palpable outside the duo’s safe space, though it would not be long until the krogans figured out where they were hidden.

“Damnit Krag, are you trying to get attention drawn to us?!” This deep voice was different from the one that yelled earlier.

“Shut up and check the closet, I KNOW they’re here!” The one named Krag yelled back, he must have been the one the Quarian punched in the bar. The asari and Quarian tensed up, staying silent and still, hoping something would drag them away from his home.

There was a gasp from the Asari as the door suddenly opened up, and before the Krogan had any chance to react, the Quarian barreled into him. Lifting the oversized lizard off of his feet briefly before slamming him into the ground on his back with a loud crash, the other two reacted immediately. While the musculature of the Quarian allowed him to handle one krogan, those brutes were known for their strength and adaptive nature in a fight. The other two managed to get the hulk off of their comrade, slamming him against the wall. Tough bastards.

While trying to get the two separate, a sharp pain was coursing through his body. The fight was so hectic that he didn’t notice one of them had a vibroblade, and was repeatedly stabbing him in his abs and pecs, though the krogan that was carrying out the repetitive movements seemed to have a hard time pushing that blade through. Such agonizing pain was briefly ignored with the rush of adrenaline coursing through the Quarian’s system, managing to push one of them back with his foot, the one with the blade, while the other was holding his head against the wall, his vision blinded with the krogan’s hand over his face mask.

The hulking Quarian pushed against the Krogan’s face with his three fingers, trying to weaken his grip. Eventually the injured Quarian got free of his grip and pushed him back, the krogan with the viroblade rushed back and attempted to rush the Quarian, “damn you just won’t go down will you?!” He barked out, fighting against the abnormal strength of his defender. Blood was dripping onto the floor, the multiple stab wounds starting to have an effect on the injured alien. Trying to keep the knife wielding krogan from stabbing him again, his friend rushed against the Quarian, loosening his grip enough for the krogan to stab him through the suit a few more times around the side and under arm.

Pain was becoming unbearable, his vision was starting to get fuzzy, too much red blood had been leaving his body.

“Damn you! Leave him alone!” The Asari finally spoke up after watching the brawl in stunned silence. While the bulky Quarian stumbled back and lost balance, falling down on his side.

“You shut your mouth whore! I can’t let you go or else you’ll report this won’t you?!” Still in a haze after a tough brawl, anger and blood rage was getting to the krogan with the knife.

It was hard to stay conscious, he had lost too much blood. The last thing he could see and hear is a blood curdling scream from the asari, trying to run away, before it became silent. Our Quarian had finally blacked out.

He groggily started to wake up, feeling incredibly weak, he let off a groan, trying to move whatever he could of his limbs or fingers. It was tough, his energy was practically sapped. An asari in a red and green medical uniform came up to the Quarian after hearing him produce noises.

“Thank the goddess you’re awake,” she sighed. Using her Omni-tool to scan his body, there was a consistent beeping sound coming beside him, keeping in touch with his vitals, “you’re very lucky to even be alive right now, multiple stab wounds that came mere inches from your major organs.” The busty asari explained.

“Ngh…” he groaned and adjusted himself a bit, “how… what happened…?” He struggled to ask.

“Multiple people in your complex heard a commotion and a scream, next thing that’s reported is a dead Asari prostitute with a slit throat, and you in a puddle of your own blood.” After describing the situation to him, it left a cold, worried chill up his bulky spine.

“I…. I see.” He wondered if those krogans would come back, did they think he was dead? There was also the problem of how they found out where he lived, he couldn’t stay here. Though he was also weak, still recovering from his stab wounds.

He had to make a decision. Leave now. Or wait until he’s fully recovered.

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Their time of fun was interrupted by the krogans barging in. The muscular quarian managed to rush into the closet with the Asari, and unfortunately it was a tight fit, but he would be able to get his suit back on.

“Shit! I didn’t know he’d come back!” he whispered, “how in the hell did they find my apartment?!”

“How am I supposed to know? Maybe they tracked you or something?” the asari hooker was still naked, and their whispering was drowned out by a deep, annoyed snarl, ‘DAMNIT! Where is he?!’ and there was an immediate tension of silence within the tight closet, with the muscle bound Quarian taking up almost all available space. The sounds of various objects being tossed and thrown around was palpable outside the duo’s safe space, though it would not be long until the krogans figured out where they were hidden.

“Damnit Krag, are you trying to get attention drawn to us?!” This deep voice was different from the one that yelled earlier.

“Shut up and check the closet, I KNOW they’re here!” The one named Krag yelled back, he must have been the one the Quarian punched in the bar. The asari and Quarian tensed up, staying silent and still, hoping something would drag them away from his home.

There was a gasp from the Asari as the door suddenly opened up, and before the Krogan had any chance to react, the Quarian barreled into him. Lifting the oversized lizard off of his feet briefly before slamming him into the ground on his back with a loud crash, the other two reacted immediately. While the musculature of the Quarian allowed him to handle one krogan, those brutes were known for their strength and adaptive nature in a fight. The other two managed to get the hulk off of their comrade, slamming him against the wall. Tough bastards.

While trying to get the two separate, a sharp pain was coursing through his body. The fight was so hectic that he didn’t notice one of them had a vibroblade, and was repeatedly stabbing him in his abs and pecs, though the krogan that was carrying out the repetitive movements seemed to have a hard time pushing that blade through. Such agonizing pain was briefly ignored with the rush of adrenaline coursing through the Quarian’s system, managing to push one of them back with his foot, the one with the blade, while the other was holding his head against the wall, his vision blinded with the krogan’s hand over his face mask.

The hulking Quarian pushed against the Krogan’s face with his three fingers, trying to weaken his grip. Eventually the injured Quarian got free of his grip and pushed him back, the krogan with the viroblade rushed back and attempted to rush the Quarian, “damn you just won’t go down will you?!” He barked out, fighting against the abnormal strength of his defender. Blood was dripping onto the floor, the multiple stab wounds starting to have an effect on the injured alien. Trying to keep the knife wielding krogan from stabbing him again, his friend rushed against the Quarian, loosening his grip enough for the krogan to stab him through the suit a few more times around the side and under arm.

Pain was becoming unbearable, his vision was starting to get fuzzy, too much red blood had been leaving his body.

“Damn you! Leave him alone!” The Asari finally spoke up after watching the brawl in stunned silence. While the bulky Quarian stumbled back and lost balance, falling down on his side.

“You shut your mouth whore! I can’t let you go or else you’ll report this won’t you?!” Still in a haze after a tough brawl, anger and blood rage was getting to the krogan with the knife.

It was hard to stay conscious, he had lost too much blood. The last thing he could see and hear is a blood curdling scream from the asari, trying to run away, before it became silent. Our Quarian had finally blacked out.

He groggily started to wake up, feeling incredibly weak, he let off a groan, trying to move whatever he could of his limbs or fingers. It was tough, his energy was practically sapped. An asari in a red and green medical uniform came up to the Quarian after hearing him produce noises.

“Thank the goddess you’re awake,” she sighed. Using her Omni-tool to scan his body, there was a consistent beeping sound coming beside him, keeping in touch with his vitals, “you’re very lucky to even be alive right now, multiple stab wounds that came mere inches from your major organs.” The busty asari explained.

“Ngh…” he groaned and adjusted himself a bit, “how… what happened…?” He struggled to ask.

“Multiple people in your complex heard a commotion and a scream, next thing that’s reported is a dead Asari prostitute with a slit throat, and you in a puddle of your own blood.” After describing the situation to him, it left a cold, worried chill up his bulky spine.

“I…. I see.” He wondered if those krogans would come back, did they think he was dead? There was also the problem of how they found out where he lived, he couldn’t stay here. Though he was also weak, still recovering from his stab wounds.

He had to make a decision. Leave now. Or wait until he’s fully recovered.