The following ficlet evolved out of conversations about Rhys Shepard and Grunt and dinosaurs ... and then it had to have some commissioned ART, too! Fabulous art by @thepixelagora who somehow managed to take my incoherent ramblings about this and turn it into the absolutely most perfect picture of events!!!! Thank you so much for lending me your talents!!
There is more to this story, but it wasn’t quite working how I wanted, so the rest will come later. In the meantime, have the madness that started it all!!!
The story can also be found on AO3 here.
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Rhys drops into an empty seat and starts eating immediately, his focus less on the food and more on the datapad in his hand. Across from him, a chair squeaks and shadows flicker in his peripheral vision. Still, he pays little heed to the disruption until…
“You going all dinosaur brain?”
He would prefer to flat out ignore the question, but there are times that’s worse than responding to it. Rhys doesn’t bother to look up from the pad. “Not this again.”
Kaidan’s chuckle of amusement drifts across the table. “What?”
“You know what.”
Kaidan leans over and stabs a piece of Rhys’ meal, retreating quickly. He chews with a thoughtful look in his eye, then swallows. “Tell me honestly, when have you never been thinking about them?”
“What’s a dinosaur?”
The table wobbles as Grunt slams his tray down and sits next to Rhys. This time, it’s Kaidan who is taken aback and Rhys whose interest perks up. “You want to know what dinosaurs are?”
“Here we go,” Kaidan mutters, rolling his eyes and reaching for his coffee.
Rhys ignores him and turns to face Grunt. “O’Keer never imprinted them on you?”
Grunt shakes his massive head back and forth. “What are they?”
Rhys peeks over at Kaidan, his blue eyes sparkling with delight. “Translated from the Latin, the word means ‘terrible lizard,’” he explains. “They are creatures that lived millions of years ago on Earth.” He grabs his datapad, pointedly ignoring the sputter of choked laughter from Kaidan, and scrolls to the end of the device before passing it over to Grunt. “This is a Triceratops. About eight meters long and three meters tall. They are known for having three horns on their head; one long one above each eye and a smaller one over its nose, as well as a large frill made out of bone.”
Grunt examines the picture on the datapad then glances back over at Rhys. “Looks like a mighty warrior,” he concludes with a sage nod.
Rhys grins. “Actually, they weren’t the fighters. Not unless they were attacked, of course.” He takes back the datapad and sets it aside. “The real fighters were the Velociraptors and Tyrannosaurus Rex.”
“You know,” Kaidan muses as he sits back in his seat, “I’m going to tell Wrex you’re calling him a tyrant again.”
“Oh, shut up!” Rhys hisses over at him. He spends the next several minutes explaining about the two different dinosaurs to Grunt before he reaches into his pocket and nabs the Deinonychus claw he always carries with him. “This is from a much smaller dinosaur, similar to the Velociraptor, called Deinonychus. I found this on our family’s ranch when I was a kid.”
Grunt takes the claw and squints at it, holding it up to the light and tilting his head. “Doesn’t look very dangerous.”
Rhys chuckles. Pushing his chair back, he stands and lifts a hand to about chest level, just above his elbow. “They were only this tall when adults,” he explains. “A smaller version of the Velociraptor, if you will, but older. They were also very bird-like.”
“You know, Shepard,” Garrus comments from down the table, “if you keep making references like that, I’m going to start taking it personally.”
Kaidan almost spits out his coffee. Rhys just grins as he retakes his seat.
Grunt, however, stares at the datapad. “So, what did you do with them?”
Kaidan starts to laugh uncontrollably. Rhys kicks his leg beneath the table. “We didn’t do anything to them. They died out over time, long before humans were around. We’ve spent centuries searching for their bones, fossilized in the earth.”
The krogan sets the datapad down. “Too bad. I would have liked to go up against one of them.”
~
A week later, while on duty in the CIC with his attention focused on planets, minerals, and potential prothean ruins, Grunt comes thundering his way through. “Shepard!”
Caught in the middle of running a scan, Rhys cannot give the krogan his full attention, and calls back over his shoulder, “Yes?”
Grunt makes some sort of disgruntled sound. “Shepard, what’s a ‘shark?’”
With his fingers flying over the haptic keyboard, Rhys’ reply comes automatically. “Water dinosaur.” A heartbeat passes, and he thinks about what he said before turning around to find the krogan standing there, a piece of paper in his hand. It is an image of a Great White shark.
Kaidan is just exiting the cockpit and happens by during the conversation. Giving Rhys a bemused look, he replies, “Really?”
Rhys shrugs back at him, but Grunt grins, a spark of delight in his eyes, and turns back toward the lift, chuckling in his usual, deep, rumbly manner. It’s quite adorable, even if it does leave both men scratching their heads.
~
Late in the Collector mission
Stops at the Citadel are opportunities Rhys never ignores. This time around, however, he isn’t tracking down prothean specialists at the university or the archives, but shopping. He returns to the Normandy a few hours before required, not surprised to find the CIC nearly empty as he walks through, bags in hand. What does surprise him, however, is when the lift doors open and Kaidan steps out. The other man sizes up the current situation and his hand shoots back out to hold the doors open for Rhys. “What are those?” he asks, nodding at the bags Rhys carries.
Hopping inside, Rhys shrugs. “Books.”
Kaidan chuckles. “Obviously.” He reaches into a bag and tugs one free.
Sighing and rolling his eyes, Rhys clarifies. “On dinosaurs.”
The switch from amusement to… well, whatever the look in his eyes is now – half bemusement, half irritation? – is instantaneous. Kaidan drops the book back into the bag without looking at it and slams his hand on the buttons. “You need a fucking lab, I swear.”
Rhys chuckles. “I tried, but Mordin won’t share.” He’s the first one through the doors when the lift stops outside of Kaidan’s cabin. The new arrangement works out better than expected, at least until this topic comes up in discussion. “Besides, these aren’t for me.”
“No?” Kaidan swipes his hand over the door’s interface. “Who?”
“Grunt.”
Almost as if he’s listening in to their conversation, a soft, “Hehehehehe,” whispers through the walls of the ship as they enter the room.
~
2186, Citadel, during the Reaper War
While Kaidan heads off to do Spectre things, Rhys makes his way to Huerta Memorial Hospital. After the incident on Mars and his time spent there, the desire to visit isn’t exactly thrumming inside of him, but Grunt is now a patient there, and it’s more important to check on how the krogan is doing. Wrex’s assurances that Grunt is fine aside, Rhys decides to check in on him anyway, just to be sure. Kaidan promises to meet up with him as soon as his responsibilities are taken care of, hopefully in time to visit the krogan as well.
Entering the critical care ward, Rhys notices not much has changed in the weeks since his departure. In many ways, it reminds him of the rest of the Presidium at the moment; hiding the true nature of what is happening in the Galaxy outside of the Serpent Nebula behind common, everyday things like Blasto movies, home redecoration conventions, and the latest varren races. Nothing like sticking their collective heads in the sand.
Rhys enters to find Grunt sitting up in bed. There are makings of a few scars – two across his face, another on his upper left arm, and one more across the broad expanse of his chest – but he appears greatly improved since receiving his injuries on Utukku. As Rhys enters, Grunt slowly turns his bandaged head in his direction. His voice is on the weak side, but there is an urgency to it that confuses Rhys at first. “Shepard.”
Rhys takes that as permission to enter, removing his cowboy hat in the process. “Hey, Grunt. How’re you doing?”
Grunt ignores the question. “Shepard, what’s a kakliosaur?”
Startled, it takes Rhys a minute to digest the full question. In the space between, he pulls over a chair and takes a seat. “It’s… a krogan dinosaur, I guess,” he replies after a time. “Remember the Triceratops? Akin to that, I guess you could say.”
An added spark of life brightens the krogan’s blue eyes. “Krogan had dinosaurs?”
Rhys chuckles but nods. “I would point out that krogan are dinosaurs, but yeah. They had creatures very similar to Earth’s dinosaurs.”
Lying back, Grunt’s eyes close, but he manages a small laugh as he drifts back off to sleep. “Hehehehehe.” Rhys takes his leave a few minutes later.
After catching up with one another, Rhys and Kaidan reboard the Normandy. Halfway through the CIC, Rhys announces, “We have a mission.”
They’re just passing Traynor’s station and she hands Kaidan several datapads. Absently, he replies, “I know.”
Rhys sighs. “A new one, I mean.”
That, apparently, is enough to catch the man’s attention, and he glances up. “What?”
Using his chin to point to the galaxy map, Rhys continues, “We need to go to the Phoenix System. It’s… important.”
Kaidan frowns. “What the hell are you talking about?”
A grin slips across Rhys’ face. He can’t help it. “We are going dinosaur hunting. Krogan dinosaur hunting, to be specific.”
The blank look in Kaidan’s eyes as he blinks owlishly at him makes it clear he has no idea what Rhys is talking about. Either that or he thinks Rhys has lost his mind. Maybe both. “Check your messages.”
There is a hint of apprehension in his steps as Kaidan walks over to his terminal and retrieves them. “Shit!”
Rhys tips his hat just a bit and turns toward the elevator. “See? Told you. Anyway, let me know when we get there. I know the director of the museum.”
He’s just stepped onto the lift and pressed the button for the cabin when Kaidan calls over, “Have I mentioned you’re a menace?”
Rhys’ grin widens and he winks at him. “Not this week…”
I have been recently commissioned by @theoriginalladya and this is the piece we came up with!
It was so much fun working on this, I am now obsessed with the idea of Grunt being into dinosaurs, it was really such a pleasure. Thank you so much for commissioning me!
This is an illustration for an amazing short fic, do check it out if you please!
Brown pebble found on beach identified as first known dinosaur brain fossil
Science
Brown pebble found on beach identified as first known dinosaur brain fossil
A brown pebble discovered on a beach more than a decade ago has been identified as the world's first known example of a fossilised dinosaur brain. The remarkable find is thought to have come from a large plant-eater such as the Iguanodon, which walked the Earth about 133 million years ago. It is believed the creature must have died near water with its head buried in sediment in a swamp or boggy ground, allowing its brain to be "pickled" and preserved. Dr Alex Liu, from Cambridge University's Department of Earth Sciences, said: "The chances of preserving brain tissue are incredibly small, so the discovery of this specimen is astonishing."
I have always believed I had something special. I noticed there was something odd about the preservation, and soft tissue preservation did go through my mind.
Fossil hunter Jamie Hiscocks who found the preserved brain
The 'pebble' was discovered by fossil hunter Jamie Hiscocks on a beach near Bexhill-on-Sea in 2004, but it has taken until now for its significance to be confirmed. The find's importance was first recognised by the late Oxford University professor Martin Brasier, who was one of the world's leading palaeobiologists and co-led the research before his death in a road accident two years ago. It has now been highlighted in a special publication of the Geological Society of London published in tribute. Analysis of the fossil has revealed similarities with the brains of birds and crocodiles - both close relatives of dinosaurs - living today.
What's truly remarkable is that conditions were just right in order to allow preservation of the brain tissue.
A small rock might contain tissue from a 130 million-year-old dinosaur brain. If confirmed, it would be the first bit of fossilized dino gray matter ever found.
In modern reptiles, Liu says, the brain does not take up the whole brain cavity. The brain is surrounded by a lot of protective, spongy tissue. But in this fossil, the brain's protective covering seems to be thin, suggesting that the brain was filling more of the cavity and the dinosaur could have had a greater mental capacity.
"Understanding of dinosaurs as a whole has changed completely in the last 20 or 30 years. Dinosaurs are now seen to be much more mobile, agile, smart creatures," Liu says, "and this is just one line of evidence that supports that view."
