Mass Effect Tale COMPLETE

Chapter 3

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A life time ago...

"B—brother where are we?" they had been picked up shortly after the news—their father was presumed dead from a mining accident while he was working the machine drilling into the core. They had lost their mother five years before. The small Turian who asked was Paps...Sans ten and already hardened from the labors of being the eldest and punching bag of his father and gave the kid a million wat smile.

"Were going to the orphanage—but don't worry I'm here to protect you."

"What's an orphanage?" they were in the back of a transport with several other poor kids—most likely from the mining accident that got them into this mess.

"It's a big house where a bunch of kids live—it's like school but you stay there all the time. You'll get to make new friends."

A kid Batarian shook his head. "Why are you lying to him?" he spoke up around the same age as Sans his skin tone was a deep brown with black splotches—four eyes the color of blood locked on to him.

"I don't remember asking for anyone's opinion..." Sans snapped.

"Sans—stop—no more fighting."

"Sorry Paps..." he sighed leaning back as his brother hugged him around his middle. Sans draped his arm around his younger brother to offer some comfort. He was still too young to understand the complexity of death—even living on this Spirit forsaken colony where death was a constant with the work and violence.

Their father had been a tyrant—when it was just Sans he was constantly drilled to be a soldier it was in Turian nature—while his mother watched on with a smirk on her face seeing Gaster so worked up making their son into the perfect little soldier.

"Don't push him so hard dear he's only five."

"Kura—what are you doing up—the doctor asked you to stay in bed...its not good for you or the baby..." he had been in the middle of a sparring session with Sans who was improving a great deal.

"Oh hush—and stop fussing I'm tired of being inside all day." she moved with the grace of an Elcor her bulbous stomach causing her some slight logistical errors she tended to be unstable on her feet. She eased herself down in the small patio set watching out into the stamp sized yard Gaster was teaching Sans in.

"Momma when am I going to have a brother?" he abandoned his sparring to rush past his father and to his mother's side. Colliding with her belly which he always got a chuckle out of. He laid his hands on her stomach to feel his baby brother kicking... and he giggled...

"Any day now—he's been kicking like mad—I think he is eager to meet you."

The day Papyrus came into the world his mother left it—

They trudged on Paps being their focus—but their father was frustrated and he tended to take it out on the closest object near him...he in a word hated Papyrus—he blamed him for his mates death. While Sans didn't see it that way—he stuck up for him. When Papyrus got under foot he was quick to usher him away—or when Pap broke something or caused a mess Sans was there to take the fall and usually got his ass handed to him.

The transport came to a halt the jar about taking them to the ground. The various ages and species of kids seemed worried and sick to their stomachs if the faces they made were any indication. Paps had started to lull off when they arrived and soon the back doors opened and workers in stiff uniforms ushered them out and inside the four story looming building.