Soooooooooooooooooooo, my lack of posting in the Mass Effect section of fanfiction is starting to weigh on me. In any case, after looking at a bit of fanart, I was inspired to make this.

Grunt had played to the best of his abilities. First he had carefully placed his bases on the start of the route, ensuring capture for any who had the misfortune of stopping there. Then he had secured the four transportation routes available, ensuring his dominance over the transport, in addition to setting up bases in a few other locations for security. Then he had carefully played his game. He had made an alliance with his deadly foe, ensuring that the two others were quickly overrun with their debts and poor strategic maneuvers. One had vowed to have his head for his actions, to which he laughed at. He had even made sure his ally had the ability to use his transport system in exchange for a few powerful bases. It was glorious. Until his ally betrayed him.

A pesky man in a blue outfit had forced him into jail, where his ally had seized their chance to betray him. Quickly erecting his bases to a much higher standard, his ally simply travelled about now, securing every inch of land that was now unsecured, even seizing the lands of what was once their enemies. It was brutal, for when he finally escaped that poor jail he ran into base after base of his once former ally. But he was frustrated by how much his men were useless in this game. "Bah! I don't get it!" Grunt finally yelled in annoyance, throwing his cards on the table. "Why can I not simply order my men to storm over to this base and take it by sheer force?"

Shepard signed once more, smiling at the Krogan's attitude. She was amazed Grunt was interested in this game at all, let alone able to stick through for this long. Johanna was sure, that when they started, the table would have been flipped by now by an annoyed Krogan. "Because Grunt, this is Monopoly. Now fork over my credits." Grunt sent her a glare that no doubt promised that he would have his revenge before he tossed the fake plastic credits on the table, which Johanna eagerly took. It wasn't long before Grunt was forced to hand over his entire wealth and flipped the table over in response.

So, there was nothing more to this than writing it for fun. At first, I was going to have John in it but decided that it would make more sense if it was Johanna. In any case, I thought this would just be a little fun for a chapter. If you are wondering, the other two players were Garrus and Jack.