APEX. Nakmor Drack here. Your boss Kandros said I could address you pyjaks directly. Big mistake.
Here’s the deal. After the swarm of trouble that went down on the Nexus when we got to Andromeda, the krogan decided we’d… stretch our legs a little. Morda had me scout out whatever this Heleus clusterfuck had to offer. I handpicked a bunch of degenerates to help. All krogan, of course. They formed up, paired off, and headed for what waited.
My orders were simple: “Find some plants? Pick ’em. Find some bad guys? Pick ’em off. And maybe find us some salvage.”
Then a bunch of my scouts went missing. Gone without a word. Pretty sure that means kett. They’re good soldiers, so it must’ve been some ambush.
I’m sure they’re still out there somewhere. Krogan don’t die easy.
Kandros and I compared notes, and we think we got a lead. You APEX are the lucky bastards who get to check it out. Just not without a krogan. We’re assigning one of our best to keep you honest. A biotic. They call her a “gladiator” and for good reason: she’ll smash a beast in the face and make you clap for it. Even fought with Aralakh Company back home.
With a gladiator on your team, you’re bound to find something. If what you find is my scouts, tell ‘em I’m proud. And remind them what I said when they left New Tuchanka: “A wound’s as a good as a medal and a loss is as good as a win—if you learn from it.”
Drack