Verask pushed his way through the harsh Tuchanka landscape, cursing and wishing he were back on Tyria the whole way to clan Urdnot grounds. He sighed through his nose in relief as he had finally made it, the hardy Krogan body he now owned proving itself useful in the desolate wasteland. He regained his composure and stood up straight as he walked into Wrex's quarters, grinning wickedly as those molten eyes glanced up to the leader of clan Urdnot. The older male looked over his long-time companion with a slow smile.
"Heh.. so you're the big boss eh? Not for much longer" Verask spoke in that deep, rocky Krogan voice, eyeing up his new body with dominant glee.
"Hrmph?" the red-plated Krogan rests his cheek on his knuckles, raising a brow to his companion while his smile sunk back down to a neutral resting position. "Kid, if you're looking for another roleplay about usurping me then buzz off.. too many females coming to me tod-"
"Roleplay?" Verask shot back, laughing hard in Grunt's voice. "No.. I'm going to do it FOR REAL!" as Wrex began to sit up straight, the flaming spirit of the Charr burst out of Grunt's torso, soaring straight into Wrex's. The older Krogan grunted as he was slammed back into his seat. Intense heat poured through Wrex at an alarming rate as Verask's wispy visage disappeared further and further into him. The mighty clan Urdnot leader slumped forward in his seat while Grunt stumbled to his knees.
Inside Grunt's armor, the gemstone sparked ever so slightly and attached itself to the fit male's chest, anchoring itself to the young warrior and pulsing Verask's influence into him. Meanwhile, the red Krogan in the seat, forever formerly known as 'Wrex', sat up slowly in his seat and leaned back against the throne. A slow smirk plastered itself along that fearsome maw while his eyes opened up to reveal those same glowing eyes Grunt once wore. Verask rested one hand against the arm of his throne while the other was used to support his cheek as he rumbled out a deep chuckle. His right leg lifted up and rested its ankle over his left knee and he casually began to bounce his armored foot as his molten eyes gazed around the room before finally stopping at Grunt.
"You may rise now, Grunt" Wrex's voice spoke, but with a much different inflection to it. Instead of being the wise old Krogan leader. It was filled with a cocky and dominant air. "Take your place by my side" Verask almost commanded to the younger male. Grunt rose obediently, the gemstone anchored to his chest now making him want to fulfill every need his new clan leader would want. Verask's smirk grew ever wider as Grunt walked to his side and stood arms folded like a good bodyguard, his blue eyes returned. "That's a good boy" Verask cooed out and breathed out a happy, fulfilled sigh. "We're havin' fun later tonight Grunt. Fuck the females, it's just you and me now" he grinned with glee as Grunt's lips grew a lustful smirk upon them.
"Yes sir.. Verask sir" was all Grunt replied as he stood guard and Verask swore he could see his new toy shuffle a tad closer to him.
"Now I control the most powerful Krogan clan in the galaxy!" Verask's new voice boomed out into the room, just as a war party came in to report their haul.
"Kneel before Urdnot Verask~"

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Final part of an amazing comic done by  Kiryu

Verask Roland co-owned by

Wrex and Grunt © Mass Effect/Bioware