The ground starts to rumble.
—"SKRRRRSKRRRRR....... SKKKRRRRRRAAAAAAAKKK!" (I SHALL CUT YOUR TAINTED HANDS, FOUL ONE WHO TREADS TUCHANKA'S SANDS!)
A massive thresher maw bursts out from the ground, its massive scythe arms twitching and preparing to strike, its four mandibles spread open wide.
—"SSSSSSSSS....... SKRAAAAKRAAAAAAAKKK! SKRRRRRRRRR...... SKRRRRAAAAAAKKKKSKRRRAAAAKKKK!" (BEGONE FOUL ONE LEST YOU BE DONE, YOU HAVE SHADOWED THE PLANET'S SUN! BUT FIRST THE INTRODUCTION, NO INTERRUPTION!)
The thresher maw's mandibles twitch as even more of its wormlike segmented body rises from the ground.
—"SSSSSSSKRRRRRRRAAAAAAKKKKK...... SSSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRR!" (WHEN THE KROGAN NAME A THRESHER MAW PREPARE FOR TROUBLE! KALROS RULES YOU MIGHTY FOOLS GET READY TO RUMBLE!)
It has become apparent: This ain't an ordinary thresher maw. It's Kalros, mother of all thresher maws, who seems infuriated at your presence on her planet.
—"SSSSSKKKKRRRRRR............ SSSSSSSSSKKKKKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRAAAAAHHHHH!" (I AM THE PROGENITOR, THE FIRST-BORN, THE QUEEN, BORN TO PROTECT TUCHANKA FROM THOSE WHO SULLY ITS SHEEN!)
Kalros turns towards you, raising her scythe arms and spreading her mandibles wide, her segmented body twisting and turning under the sands. Run, fight or communicate?