Mass Effect Tale COMPLETE

Chapter 2

Alright Chapter 2 is up! Also are you liking my AU? I wouldn't mind the feedback, just like with the Argus story if you like this let me know so I am not wasting your time or mine with writing this. This will speed up soon. kind of laying the frame work. Questions and comments are always welcome :)

"You might be the only one." Sans smirked placing his hands in his pockets to give them something to do.

"Don't say things like that brother." Pap looked a little disappointed or saddened by his older brothers rumbling tone.

"Sorry you are right...so why are you glad to see me?"

"I managed to fix part of that armor we salvaged our last trip and soon I will have a complete working set of armor for when we run into trouble."

"You still working on that hunk?" skeptical blue eyes met orange exuberant ones.

"I have to have a working suit of armor plating if I ever want to be a part of the royal guard."

Sans didn't give an answer but a plastered grin—who was he to crush Pap's dreams? He had had them since they were young in the orphanage back on Underground. The derelict mining colony they were from. They had lost their mother after Papyrus was born—the guilt still bit at him—their father disappeared some time later in a mining accident—operating some sort of machinery towards the colonies core.

"Well you will have to sport it around when we get to the colony."

"I am excited!"

"Me too."

"Come on I will show you what I have completed!" the younger brother grabbed his idolized brothers' hand and drug him off down the elevator and another hall towards his room.

Sans might have thought his like of human culture was minor—or low key but his brother's room was like a shrine. The books he had were never ending—in the trade language one shared with all Citadel species—humans being the new addition and in their tongues—English is what he had the vast majority of, but he had some other human dialects...humans seemed to have the numbers in everything...Turians did not have so many different dialects...it had to be hard to understand one another back on Earth...or even with human colonies in space...no wonder they were at constant war.

Papyrus also had a collection of old human toys—he couldn't get enough of them, everything from toy replicas of transportation to things called stuffed animals. The concept was weird and Sans was not that fanatical about everything human—he liked their clothing—music, and some of their movie vids...most were hysterical, even when they were being serious.

On a table in the far corner of the large room sat the piecemealed armor. "Well talk about a puzzle."

"Indeed but I have been working non-stop and have figured out some of the main wiring with those schematics I got off the Krogan." He placed his hands on his hips laughing.

"Why didn't you look it up on your Omni tool?"

"The best part is trying to rewire older pieces to newer ones since it's not the same from model to model." He chuckled. "So Omni tool schematics will only take me so far."

"You are exhausting..."

"You should pick this up as a hobby—maybe Undyne won't pick on you so much."

"Eh—she loves me."

"I—I though Dr. Alphys and Undyne were mated?"

Sans snorted. "Not love me like that buddy—come on you know I will be a bachelor for life."

Pap sighed and covered his face. "Brother even when searching for a mate you are lazy...what am I going to do with you?"

"Nothing." Sans smiled mischievously.

"Ugh..."

"So how is your training coming?" Sans used the trigger word to Segway into some other conversation away from him...

"Great! Undyne has been teaching me everything she knows so one day I can be a part of the royal guard some day!"

"That's good."

"Have you been training brother, you need all the help you can get with your strategy and hand to hand sparing."

Sans winced—wow that was harsh... "Wow thanks..."

"Only with training will you get better!"

"Look Bro you got the all the good genes—it's the luck of the draw." He lied—Sans was a talented biotics user and had a natural ability with it he just kept it hidden—while his father wanted Sans to shine and become someone great, but Sans was content with sitting in the background and letting his brother take center stage. Plus he took the brunt of his father's anger away from Pap—and the complication with his birth, by sabotaging himself and being the fool—it let Pap develop his ability and grow as a Turian into the thing that his father wanted from Sans. Even with the old man not around Sans wanted Gaster to eat his words looking from wherever he was in death.

If Sans would have stolen the spot light poor innocent Pap would have been the scapegoat, his father was infuriated with losing his mate and Sans young at the time knew he had to protect his brother from their fathers violent anger. Turian fathers were militarian—the whole culture was, so typical behavior a human or some other species would see as abusive was the norm for a Turian. Sparing and training were second nature—like breathing.

So if Sans acted like a slacker and good for nothing he could take the verbal lashings and physical ones so his brother could live a normal life. In secret Sans did train and had for years. It was a part of him the lazy show he gave everyone was to hide the constant dread he had that while out here something would happen to Pap and the others...he was almost paranoid to the point where he constantly trained and became stronger. Truth was Sans rarely slept at night so he had a lot of free time.

"Sans?" his brother called him—had been for some time while he blanked out. "Are you alright?"

"Y—yeah Pap—sorry I have been a little tired lately."

"You are lazy—you fall asleep all the time, are you sure you are alright—maybe you should see Dr. Alphys."

He shrugged off the concern. And the blatant insult to his work ethic—if they all knew his dedication to training they would drop it. He had almost slipped up a few times with Undyne walking in to find him in the training hall for him to loaf it up at the last instant to make it seem like he took a nap in there and had not been training hours straight with his biotic ability. He wasn't a bad shot either... he snorted and waved his hands.

"I'm fine Pap...look I got to go—talk to you later ok?"

"Uh...alright brother, would you please consider what I have said?"

"Sure no problem." He waved him off and walked into the hall, when his brother didn't follow him he winked out of existence with a flash of blue returning to the cargo hold where he started. He panted a bit using his biotic powers to "jump" like that always wore him out. There was no way getting around the energy zap no matter how hard he trained with his powers, or as often as he used the ability.

He steadied himself on a crate in the cargo hold one destined for the colony they were heading. Sweat gathered at his brow and the puff of vapor painfully left his mouth from his lungs. It was like traveling a vacuum when he jumped, this void was as cold as space itself short jumps left him winded and longer ones—he had only accomplished that one time left him knocked out for a few hours. He had wanted to push his limits.

His eyes were flared a bright blue faded as he calmed down. Heart reaching its resting beat once more he walked slowly to a space he had cleared and took a seat on a crate catching his breath before he tried for a nap. These he could do before the nightmares set it to terrorize him the crushing fear—

"Ah Sans you are a wreck—Spirits where did I go wrong?" he asked the crates around him the empty silence was his only response as he leaned back trying to get comfortable. He should train more—but it seemed the ship was getting fed up with his constant slacking. He wanted to get off this ship soon he was getting stir crazy.

End chapter 2 let me know what you think :)