Kiriban gift for a perverted Hanar on my Tumblr, for being the 50th follower of my Tumblr blog.
Drawn freehand with a 0.05 technical ink pen using pen sketching method.
The Hanar wanted to have its FemShep holding a Krogan baby, while the baby is holding a hanar plushie.
I decided to add a small back story to this picture to enrich the overall scene.
After the Destruction of the Crucible and the Citadel, along with all the Reapers, Shepard was found lying within a mass of debris in London. Her breath was shallow, life signs were unstable, the scouts managed to retrieve her back to the med shack. She survived, but have been unable to speak or react to any of her crew member when they came back to Earth.
She seemed to have lost her entire memories of everything; for a long time, she would simply look out of the window mindlessly. She never responded to anything, not even to her love interest, or any photographs of people and places which she had fought for...
One day, a group of guests visited her from Tuchanka. It was Wrex, Bakara, and their first-born son. Who Bakara had successfully named after Mordin.
Ignoring others' warning, Bakara handed little Mordin over to Shepard's arms. She looked at the Commander as she slowly embraced the krogan baby. Shepard's hollowed eyes turned to the baby, and the corner of her lips began to curl upwards.
"Mordin," Shepard said softly. It would be the first time she'd ever speak after the Reaper War.
"Yes," Bakara replied calmly.
Bakara's eyes gleamed proudly as Shepard stroked Mordin's soft crest over and over again. The Krogan female watched the human female blinked a few time, as if she had just awoken from a very long dream.
"Mordin," Shepard whispered. "I missed him... I missed him so much."
She dropped a tear as little krogan Mordin cooed in her embrace.