Mass Effect Tale COMPLETE

Chapter 9

Woot here is another chapter. looks like Sans is getting into some deep stuff with Captain Undyne....and more chaos ensues....

Undyne looked at the star maps—they were well on their way to dump the trash...she cringed deep space dumping was illegal—paying her to do it while was indeed a lot was far less than if they had to properly dispose of it...the safe way. This was all weighing heavy on her conscious and she wondered if she was doing the right thing for the millionth time. Things had been quiet the last few days—it seemed the crew was settling into the notion that they were breaking the law...might be heading into some danger

Papyrus was silently keeping himself busy with the controls and readouts in the co-pilots chair. Undyne knew he was very capable in his skills he was though oddly quiet—normally talking her ear off and asking a million questions to chase away the dark thoughts in her own mind. He had been like this for a while now...

"Hey Pap—you feeling alright, you have been quiet the past few days."

"Oh—well I have just been thinking..."

"Well how about your brother then?" she asked knowing that Alphys had stressed some concern she had when bumping into them in the hall...something about Sans might be a stress eater....it was nerves everyone was on edge...in a few hours this junk would be gone and they could book it towards the Salarian research facility—

"Sans is doing well...still sleeping at odd hours and never around to do any work." Pap didn't look up from his readout and Undyne knew something was up...

"Pap."

That was all it took...

"WHERE THE HELL IS IT!" Undyne bellowed charging down the empty halls looking for the room the human stowaway was hiding in. People had come out of their rooms and workstations to see this display of an enraged Captain looking for a stowaway...

"Commander Undyne please!"

"Papyrus I can't believe you would do something like this—you of all people!"

"Undyne I am sorry but I couldn't let her starve—"

"HUMANS ARE NOT PETS THEY ARE MONSTERS!" she snarled and made it to the door where the human was residing in.

Frisk heard the commotion way before it arrived at her doorstep. She shoved her rations under the bed and took to the vents...lingering behind to see what this Captain looked like...the door practically was blown apart before it could side out of the way—as a blue metallic sheened Turian female burst though decked out in armor she had bright red markings on her short fringe she was indeed missing an eye covered in a patch making her look like Sans suggested pirate like. A knife in hand she started to ransack her room. Crap....

Frisk scooted down the vents before the enraged screaming Turian throwing the hissy fit saw her. Where the hell was she going to go!? She was making enough noise to wake the dead the clanging and banging sounds spurring her on in a panic. She missed the grate right over the kitchen and suddenly was falling.

Grillbz was serving lunch the hall was full all things considering when the ceiling vent above some tables suddenly broke loose crashing to the table and startling some Turians what was more surprising was that a human landed in the middle of it all. And the whole mess hall was suddenly in an uproar.

Sans had been sitting in the corner at a table alone killing time like he normally did he had pestered Grillbz long enough and was taking a break thinking over some things about Frisk—he had no idea how he was going to keep her safe if she got caught by anyone on the ship or Undyne....it was stressing him out someone else to worry about to look after. He had been training nonstop as a result his insomnia getting the better of him the waking nightmares worse. He didn't know why he already had a deep friendship with Frisk; he had spent some of his waking hours, not disturbing her sleep, talking to her either down in the cargo hold or in her room.