That's enough of that

As exhilarating as all of this was, you are in the middle of a life or **** rescue mission. With a ragged sigh, you unwrap your fingers from around Grunt's colossal tool, watching as the thick slab of Krogan meat begins to soften. Perhaps if things go well out there, you'll have time for some real entertainment.

"If you're all finished, we have a mission to prepare for. And you'd better earn your keep out there."

The tank-bred giant nods slowly. The beastly brute definitely appears more relaxed, it seems that your efforts did the job after all.

"Of course, Battle master. This time, there will be nothing left of the base for Cerberus to salvage."

Slowly, Grunt rises to his feet, tucking his length of meat back within his armor. Even flaccid, it's enormous, but you've got more pressing matters to deal with. For one, the thick layer of Krogan cream coating your face. It's hardly a fitting part of a captain's uniform.

"Dismissed."

It doesn't take long for Grunt to depart, leaving you to get yourself ready for battle. Even if you aren't currently bound by Alliance protocols, you don't want the crew assuming that you've taken a fancy to the big lizard. If you're going to pull of Miranda's rescue, you're going to need their respect. Cleaning a over a gallon of alien spunk from your face is no easy feat, but eventually you manage to make yourself presentable. And not a moment too soon, as Joker's voice soon crackles through your cabin.

"Um, Commander, you're gonna want to take a look at this."

Immediately you head for the cockpit, prepared to see the collector's construct for the first time in months.