Горный-Цветок, Yagger. Path book 1 Igor V2

"Fan fiction based on the Mass Effect universe in the genre of science fiction. The story takes place in an alternate universe where the key events of the original trilogy happened differently. Familiar characters have received new character traits and biographies, and the world has been expanded with original races and technologies. All names and setting elements belong to BioWare/EA." Special thanks to the lizard with wings (Yagger) for his fanfiction The Way with Jane Shepard. The main plot and most of the characters are taken from there.

The Prologue

The day is long over, and the stars are about to light up in the sky. It's time for my next shift at a part-time job in a taxi. I take the order from the dispatcher and pick up the client - another dyed blonde with pomaded gum and eyeliner wants to spend time at the club. The road, rarely crossed by the junctions of overpasses, glistening with puddles in the sinkholes on the asphalt, is moderately broken, but still allows you to drive at a decent speed. From behind, the heart-rending howl of engines running at top speed is approaching. Driving at ninety, I am bypassed by two "чепырки" (VAZ 2114), painted, tinted, with loud rhythmic music bursting out of the windows. They rush past and disappear ahead of us behind a smooth turn of the city chord. There's an interchange four kilometers away, so I'll have time to admire the jerks in the oncoming lane. I'm slowing down automatically, ahead of the speedcams on the trellis farm thrown over the road. I'm always surprised when these assholes don't get caught.

The descent is smooth, I slow down even more and watch the road. On the oncoming lane, a couple can be seen flying out from around the bend. One of the "chepyroks" flies into a puddle and catches an aquaplane at a speed of 180 km/h.

I release my wings and accelerate my perception of the world.

Time has almost stopped, and I'm watching what's happening in slow motion. The idiot skids, throws it under the second one, and now two idiots are spinning loops in the oncoming lane. One hits the metal bump on the right side with a swing, pieces of bumper fly in all directions, sparks, the car crumples into a shapeless lump of metal and plastic. Consciousness notes all this as if automatically. I feel the death of the driver. The second one hits the side of the high curb of the dividing strip, the car bounces, it flies sideways onto the divider and hits the metal fence post with all its might. Glass splashes, the rear bumper, torn off by inertia, slowly takes off, and the car begins to tear in half. I see a long metal pin fly out from under the bottom and fly towards me in a smooth parabola, rotating. "Arctic fox!" he thinks, and the piece of metal hits the windshield with a pop like a shot. A blow to the chest, the pain flaring up and fading. I slam on the brake, the car stops abruptly, I feel the jolts of my ABS in the pedal, the passenger squeals across the front seat, burying her face in the headrest. Well, the speed was already low, only forty km. My car got up, the engine stopped, the locks clicked, automatically unlocking the doors.

"What are you doing!" It's coming from the back seat. "Don't you know how to drive at all? I'll report to the dispatcher! They'll recruit anyone with purchased rights!"

"You need to fasten your seat belt, you fool!" he floats listlessly in his thoughts. I installed seat belts in the back seat especially for passengers. I look at the ragged hole in the windshield with cracks radiating in all directions. So death has caught up with you, Ingvar. I look down, and there's a pin sticking out of my chest with a cut-off bolt at the end. I can feel the wings turning red. Why doesn't it hurt? My consciousness begins to swim, and a hot feeling spreads in my chest.

"There's something sticking out of your seat, I've hurt myself! What's it? Something sticky!" the ceiling switch clicks, flooding the interior with white LED light. "Ah-ah-ah!" It's coming from the back seat.

What are you screaming about? My ears are already ringing. Or is it just my imagination? The ringing in my ears is getting louder, black flies are in front of my eyes... why is there no pain? Darkness and silence, there are no sounds, no movement, no sensations. Only on the verge of perception is a feeling-a whisper-a thought:

"Forget everything, accept peace and oblivion, forget pain and fear, memories bring pain, why do you need them? Forget it, forget it, forget it..."

A figure with black wings forms out of the darkness in front of me.

"Who am I! Answer me!" A thought flashes through my mind. "I don't want oblivion! I want to remember!"

"Are you sure you want to remember?" A winged figure with a scythe in his hands said. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Yes! Yes, I do! Restore the last life. Judging by the wings, it was a violent death. I want to know what happened."

"As you wish."

And I remembered everything. All my life: kindergarten, school, college, army! I remembered my wife, my children, and my job at the factory. I remembered everything: every day, and most importantly, I remembered my death.

I felt wings forming from behind. Fuck, I turned around. White. Strange. Usually, after a violent death, I should have scarlet ones.

"The idiotic Death Reaper. What do you want from me?"

Cleanse the world for us as the messiah.

"Yes, your mother."

"What kind of world? I don't remember anything else. And death is normal, so I won't take revenge and unpack the archive with memory."

"You described him in your fiction. Across the Mass effect universe."

"Yes, your mother."

"I'll be a Shepard like that." Okay, but keep in mind that the time in that cycle is not going the way it is in the game, and a lot will differ for better or worse. Messiahs have already been sent there before you, but they failed."

"Will my mental abilities recover?"

"Yes, there are many mentalists and empaths in that world."

"Well, I agree. Will I be alone there or paired with someone?"

"You will have a younger brother, the local messiah John Shepard, but judging by our visions of the future, he will not be able to cope. It needs someone like you, the Antichrist Ingvar."

It feels like I'm falling, and the fall is getting faster and faster. A dazzling white dot appeared ahead and began to grow rapidly. The dot turns into a cloud of light, the feeling of the body comes, it is compressed, as in a vice, there is a soft elastic tightness and darkness around, I am not breathing. What's going on, is it really decided to rebuild me from scratch and have my body completely?

The darkness pulsates, strange sounds are heard, as if someone is moaning. The body is squeezed to severe pain and pushed forward by the head. Suddenly, I feel freedom and a bright light.

Everything is cloudy, there are some colored spots and voices. Damn, I have to breathe and I can't. I feel my airways being cleared. I feel a blow on my ass, it hurts so much that I want to scream. I take a breath, my chest explodes with wild pain, I scream and pass out under my own scream.

Chapter 1.1 Hello, am I your Igor?!..

Igor (Mendoir, March-April 2355)

March 11, 2355

The realization came somehow suddenly. I saw a giant bending over me, who smiled at me and said:

"Who is it that I have here, so small, and already awake?"

Damn, is he talking about me? And why is it "small"?! I always came to an adult body as the Antichrist, after the death of the recipient.

I tried to feel myself with my hands... and I broke off like that. Hands! My fucking hands! THEY DIDN'T LISTEN TO ME! He tried to touch his face and stuck his finger in his own eye. "Whoo, your mother!", I tried to swear, but instead something came out of me like, "Ауго муго ао!". Ooooh, I can't even talk properly! A complete polar fox! Have arrived...

The man picks me up, and I feel like my head is being pulled back so badly. With a noticeable effort, I straighten my head and slowly look around. The decor is nothing like that: laconic, futuristic, all sorts of screens, a half-wall window, bent furniture made of polished metal. A tablet made of transparent glass with glowing orange symbols is lying on the table. Am I the one who got into the future? And that's bread!

The Reaper would have sent me back to the Middle Ages, which was really tough back then. No sorters, no medicine, you'll shudder when you think about dental treatment, the church is militant with all sorts of inquisitions! Well, if not a magically advanced world. There's a better atmosphere there. So, I'll try to look at the hand anyway. If you bring it up to your face quietly, deliberately... that's it, your hand obeyed!

No, adults don't have such hands, the fingers are plump, the nails are pink. So I'm a child, not "Gulliver in the land of giants"! Damn, I need to go to the bathroom. I start kicking my legs and groaning. There is a contact! The man bends down and takes out a metal pot from under the sofa - well, the most ordinary kind, my boys had the same in a previous life, only plastic, not stainless steel. So, pants off, they put me in front of an iron friend.

Okay, it's done, they're probably carrying me to the bathroom. Exactly! Oh, the mirror! Well, well, we're looking at ourselves... a little kid, looks about a year old, I'm trying to smile, oh, dimples have formed on my cheeks! There are about eight teeth in his mouth. There's not enough hair yet, and the color is so strange, reddish like. The eyes are green, no, GREEN, like malachite! Did I come with my real appearance? I have real copper-red hair and greenish eyes. So they washed me, put my pants back on, and carried me back. We look around, it's spacious, there are a lot of windows, all kinds of equipment, and this is probably a TV! Shit, it looks like two meters diagonally! There are columns of one and a half meters on the sides with grids on the outside, columns, probably. Everything is turned off, the red indicators are winking.

We returned to the same place where we came from, the man sat me on the sofa, propped me up with pillows on both sides, put some crap with a pen in his hand, I shook it, and it started to squeak, lights inside. Bah, it's a rattle! Well, let's take a closer look at it. I've always been reborn in magical worlds, and everything was interesting to me in such a developed world. I started gradually unpacking the old memory archive. Well, what can I say, nothing special: made of transparent plastic, a ball with another ball inside, the second one with built-in LEDs, the handle is also made of plastic, only soft to the touch. Well, that's it. There was a "pssssssss" sound from the right. I look, and there's a piece of wall moving so slowly, and the opening we entered is closing... closed. And on the wall to the right, a green circle about ten centimeters in diameter lit up, and the circle itself seemed to be hanging in the air without touching the wall. Wow, it looks like a hologram!

Then I felt that someone was looking at me. So, turn your head slowly to the left. Wow, what a huge cat! The head is bigger than mine, hefty, sixty centimeters at the withers! Thick long paws, a meter-long tail like a tube, and only the tip bends back and forth. He stands on the couch next to me and looks at me with his green eyes, paying attention. And I feel him like a familiar.

I pulled the handles to the cat and clenched my fists. He unclenched it. "Come to me, kitty." The cat reached out to me. He fell right next to me. He purred.

The man sat down at the table, and says:

"What, Barsik, Igor woke up, and you're right here, on guard duty?"

The cat looked at the man, stood on the pillow with its front paws and folded itself into a ball so that its head was right under my hand. I reached out and ran my fingers through the wool.... and the fur is soft, I scratched him behind the ear with my little fingers, went down on his cheek, the cat threw his head back, purred like an engine.

I was looking at the man, and he turned sideways to the table, pressed something with his hand under the table, and in front of him a hefty hologram lit up for about a meter and a half. He put gloves on his hands with metal claws on the tips of his fingers and began to think in the hologram: he pokes somewhere on the left, then moves back and forth with both hands at once, then launches his hands into the hologram itself with fingers spread out, as if holding something, and twists his palms, as if turning. Bah, it's a big deal, I guess! I wish I'd been like this in a previous life!

The man appears to be in his thirties, has blond hair, blue eyes, and is wearing what looks like a pair of light-colored overalls with hip pockets and a white T-shirt with a large blue inscription "LC" LOKI EI-14 "TAS NAVY" on the left side. She wears soft-looking, short moccasins made of white material. I stared at him like that for twenty minutes. In the end, he couldn't stand it, got out from behind the table, walked through the hologram, came up to me and said:

"Why are you looking at daddy, son, as if you've seen it for the first time!" And he's smiling. I return his smile, he bends closer to me... and I am covered with love, tenderness and some kind of joy mixed with delight! And now my abilities have awakened. I've always been an empath with mentalist skills. I need to put up a shield, otherwise I'll swim right now. Damn, it doesn't work. The man left, and his feelings disappeared with him. Strange. The range of abilities is very small. Although when I was reborn into a child's body, then? And in my previous life, I had a block on my memory, as well as on my mental abilities.

"Should I turn on cartoons?" says "daddy" and presses something on the table. There was a buzzing and clicking sound above my head, and right in front of me, about two meters away, a three-dimensional picture appeared in the air, with some icons scattered in groups on a blue background, and numbers in the corner. "11:03:2355 10:22". Wow, we've decided on the date... it's the 24th century! The icons are signed with different abbreviations. Try to understand. Here the cursor appeared, it hovered over the icon with the image of a paper daddy, signed as "miscellaneous", several windows flashed in a row ... and voila, a picture of Warner Bros. appeared! She went all over the "screen", and... no, well, it can't be! "Winnie the Pooh"! Oh, ha ha ha, I can't, I can't! Well, I'll take a look! I've always liked American Winnie the Pooh.

Two hours have passed

Something is bothering me, some kind of discomfort. Damn, I'm hungry! And the cat has become restless, has risen on its hind legs and is tugging at his father's trouser leg. And this "daddy" is stuck in his punch line, and it's like we're not there! So, we need to get his attention somehow, maybe yell? Okay, I'll try:

- Aaaaaaaaoooooooo! Ohhhhh! Waaaaa!

I see there is an effect, he turns and looks at me:

"What are you doing, son?"

I stare back intently and, looking into his eyes, make a sound:

- Ooooooo.

"Moor, MOOR!" comes from the cat below.

Daddy slaps his forehead with his palm and exclaims:

"You guys must be hungry at my place! I'm a fool! I forgot about you guys with my work!" he jumps up from his chair, quickly goes to the doorway, slaps the green mug with his palm, the door opens with a hiss, and he disappears somewhere in the house. Badger runs after his "father" and hides in the kitchen. Another hiss is heard, then something clinks, hums... everything is quiet.

"Meow!"

"Right now, right now I'll put your pate with mixture number 3 on you."

Footsteps were heard approaching, and he returned. He's holding a glass plate with something mushy inside. Apparently he had already given the cat his food. He takes a chair, sits down in front of me and starts the process of feeding me. Hmm, this "porridge" is a delicious thing, vegetable puree with meat paste. I turn over both cheeks, admiring my father's face. Like any loving parent, he accompanies every spoonful by opening and closing his own mouth, and it's getting harder and harder for me to watch. Oh, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to neigh like a horse! As a result, I choked and, mixing coughing and laughing, I burst into tears, which brought my father to a real panic attack. But everything passes, and this has passed. The folder ran off to the kitchen (well, where else did he get it all?) and he brought me a drinking bowl with an incredibly delicious compote. After drinking a compote, we continued our business: I'm watching Winnie-the-Pooh. It just got to the heffalumps. And the folder continued to work on kulman. About two minutes later, a rather licking cat came and fell off next to me.

An hour later

I heard a noise from behind the door, something rattled, the door slid open, and a beautiful woman of my father's age appeared in front of me, with dark brown hair, broken dark eyebrows above wide-set large gray eyes, with fluffy long eyelashes on a regular, Scandinavian-type face, but with soft lips. She was wearing a long fur coat made of thick, shiny black fur. Black pointed-toed boots with low heels were visible from under the fur coat.

"How are you doing here?" she asked, and then noticed the cartoon hologram. "So! What is this?" she asked, looking at her father. "Michael Shepard, I'm asking you! What is it?" She pointed at the hologram.

Damn, he really is the messiah. I wonder what my name is? Although Igor seemed to say "father".

"Did you feed your son and cat, Misha?! Or did he just sit at work all four hours while I was gone?"

"Yes, Diana fed me, an hour ago. Both of them. I gave the cat a spoonful of mixture number 3, as you said."

Part 1.2 An ordinary morning in the Shepard family.

March 25, 2355

So, one step, one more step, take your time Igor, take your time, keep your head, keep your head, I say! Here is the corner of the crib, we intercept with our hands, and then a step, another step. I'm learning to walk! My legs are still weak, but my hands are already much better. It's early in the morning, it's just getting light, and my parents are sleeping on the couch with their arms around each other.

A Barsik is lying at their feet and follows my steps around the crib with an attentive look. So, keep the balance, oops, the head is outweighed, eee! I manage to fold in half and land on the fifth point! Whoo! It took my breath away!

"Are you awake, my little one?" I hear my mother's voice, she looks at me with a smile, I smile back, grab the bars, pull myself up and stand up. My head is higher than the bars, and I, sincerely crushing my forehead, stretch out my arms to my mother. Yes! Now they are really parents to me. There is not only a bright side to empathy, but also a "dark side." It is impossible to remain indifferent under the pressure of parental feelings. Mom gets up, picks me up from the crib, and I'm just basking in a wave of maternal love.

They take me to the potty while I do my chores, mom puts on a robe, and we hold hands and quietly stomp into the kitchen. There's a mega-device called a chairstool. It's a tall chair with a sliding table attached in the front. Mom puts me in it, pulls up a table. I look out the window, and there are leaves blooming on a large, sprawling tree in the courtyard. The tree is strange: the bark peels off it, falls off in layers, and the leaves come out in a strange silvery-green color. I've only seen such trees in the elven forest before. A hefty brown dog walks thoughtfully around the yard, he is so big that he looks like a bear. It was shaggy with a metallic sheen. And when this beast yawns, it seems like my whole head can enter its mouth!

"Come on, eat," mom says and puts a plate in front of me, in it semolina porridge with pieces of fruit and some berries. I take a spoon in my right hand and start eating slowly. It's not working fast yet! There's a good chance you can get a spoon past your mouth. Meanwhile, Mom takes out a soft plastic container with a volume of one and a half liters from the pantry and goes out into the yard with it. The container contains a mixture of boiled meat from local cows and boiled groats with pieces of vegetables, sprinkled with vitamin and joint composition. The dog rushes to her with an expression of such intense joy that it seems as if his tail is about to fall off and, spinning like a boomerang, fly off into the far distance! Mom walks past the container and holds in her hand a huge bone made of pressed protein with additives. Fish waste is boiled and pressed in the form of bones and filled with gelatin.

"Quiet, Polkasha!" Mom exclaims at the dog spinning around. If you stay hungry, I'll dump all your breakfast past the bowl, and you'll eat from the ground again!

But the dog doesn't seem to be intimidated by this prospect at all! Mom dumped the food into a bowl and put an ersatz bone next to it.

Footsteps are heard from behind, someone entered the kitchen, quietly came up to me and kissed me on the back of the head, showering me with adoration! Daddy woke up, he's a weak empath himself! Mom came back from the yard, and I can hear her saying:

"Misha, how many times have I told you, don't walk around the house in family clothes! Well, you have a bathrobe!"

"Come on, Diane. I'm only here in the morning, and anyway, I'm at home, and that's what I want to wear!"

"Oh so! Look at the example you're setting for our boys! Just imagine if I start walking around the house in my panties!"

"Oh! It will be a magnificent sight! You have nothing to hide and something to be proud of!"

"Double flattery! And anyway, in case you haven't forgotten, I'm seven months pregnant!"

"Oh-oh-oh! Ha ha! It's hard to forget and even harder not to notice! And anyway, come here, retired Major of the medical service! I will explain to you all the subtleties of communication with a senior officer! Hehe!"

"Take your hands off me, Mr. Captain of the first rank, retired, what are you doing?"

There is scuffling and kissing sounds behind my back.

"Oh-oh! Michael Shepard, I love you, my husband! But now you go, put on a bathrobe, go up to the second floor and wake up our sons, and don't you dare contradict me! Is everything clear to you?!"

"Yes, ma'am! The order is clear! Allow me to perform!"

"Do it!"

And the father, humming some cheerful tune, leaves the kitchen.

Ten minutes later

"A-a-a-a"

"a-a-a-a! I'm the first one down!"

"No, I am, I am the first!"

"Nifiga, ha-ha-ha!"

It came from the stairs to the second floor. My two older brothers flew down it with a bang! This is the weather of Deniska and Leshka! Elbowing and puffing, they stumble into the kitchen.

"Hello, Ma!" says Deniska.

"Hey, Mom!" Leshka echoes him.

"So, young people, how should well-mannered chevaliers behave at breakfast? Come on, come out of the kitchen, and come in properly!"

The brothers went out the door, caught their breath, and sedately went back in.

"Hello, Mother," Denis said, bowing slightly.

"Good morning, Mom," Leshka said, repeating his brother's gesture.

"Hello children, have a seat at the table." Mom replied, bowing her head.

The guys went around the table, "accidentally" passing by my chair, and hugged me from both sides.

"Hello, little one!" Deniska whispered and kissed me on the cheek.

"Dorova, Little Snake!" Leshka whispered, kissing the other one.

After that, they both sat down at the table.

Three hours after

I'm sitting alone in the middle of the carpet in the children's room on the second floor of our house, talking softly to the cat. Slowly and gradually, my tongue begins to obey me.

"Tell me, Basik, wy my tonue is so bat. I'm tainin, I'm tainin, I'm talkin to you. Wat's te u'se?"

The cat is silent, quietly purring, lying down on the carpet next to it, stretched out to its full length and rolling a wheel from some kind of machine with its front paws. The brothers have a whole box of this "scrap metal". Ehhh! I'm itching to make something out of it, but they only give me rattles and model airplanes. Hopefully, the torment won't last too long.

"Isn't tat riht, cat? I'll lean eveytin!" The Barsik purrs, squinting affectionately.

By the way, I managed to find out my location. An hour ago, Mom, holding me in her arms, turned on the huge TV. Uh-huh-huh! What a thing it is! A natural window into another world! So, there was news, and a pretty presenter, in quite decent English, broadcast that the current state of affairs in the colony of Mendoir is just fine, all mining and processing complexes are operating at full capacity, which will allow this year to increase the shipment of concentrate, increase the number of colonists and the income of existing ones.

Then there was a block of interplanetary news about the new initiatives of the Citadel Council, about the work of the ambassador of the Alliance of Systems... hmm! It seems that in the canon, people should be on the council, but here is an ambassador, not an adviser.... Then there was the sports news block, and it all ended with the weather block. Everything is the same as always: the surroundings change, but the essence remains the same.

Chapter 1.3 Dr. Azari and the Turian.

April 11, 2355

As usual, I was sitting at my chair by the kitchen window and looking out at how our cat and our doggie were playing with some kind of crap that looked more like scraps of a stuffed toy. You've turned one year old, Igorek!

Suddenly, with a loud hum, a red and green bike flew into the yard. It's really a bike like the Japanese had, with only two seats with a raised backrest. And with a mass effect generator under the body. Instead of wheels, flaps. Both of my brothers sat on it in tandem, with Denis's face looking worried and guilty, and Leshka, who was sitting behind, looking tearful and scratched, while he strangely held his left hand. I made a sound:

"Ieer" She pointed out the window. Daddy went to the window, looked, his face took on a worried expression, anxiety was clearly playing in his emotions.

"Dayan," he said, "the guys are in trouble!"

"What's wrong, Mish?"

"Call an ambulance, Dayana."

Mom went into the living room and chirped at the terminal, and after a short chirping, a clear female voice came from there:

"Dayan, my dear! Is that you, what happened?"

"Retnate, I'm really glad to see you too, but I need you! My guys seem to have had a very good bike ride!"

"I'm on my way, honey, just don't worry, it's not good for you!" and slowly fading away. "Dakhi, Da-akhi! Get ready soon, let's fly to the Shepards...." It is not known what the mysterious Dahi replied, the connection was disconnected.

The front door buzzed, and my brothers appeared for all to see.

"Well?" My father asked.

"Pa-ap. We rode a bike here...." Denis looked at the floor and said, "Well, anyway, Leshka flew off and, it seems, broke his arm."

At that time, Leshka was hesitating next to him with trembling lips and eyes full of tears.

"So..." said the father. "And how could this happen, driving without a limiter again?"

"Well, pa-up!" Both of them howled. "Only small ones ride with a limiter."

"Yeah, so you're big?" Mom exclaimed.

"Well, mo-om!" They both howled again.

At the same time, the brothers looked the most dejected, and their emotions showed pity for each other and, for some reason, fear.

"Well, Aunt Retnait is about to arrive, and it will become completely clear what to do with you," said the father.

The brothers hunched their heads and looked at their mother with a strange hope.

"What are you watching? Hoping to get off easy?"

The brothers shuddered and looked at their father expectantly.

"What did I tell you?" My father asked.

"That we should be careful," Denis spoke up.

"That you should drive without a limiter carefully" Leshka whimpered.

"And what about you?"

The brothers began to sob, both of them.

"Well Daddy... We didn't do it on purpose.... It's kind of like that! We didn't run into Azat on purpose! Don't take the bike away from us."

The sobs turned into tears.

"So you also ran into Azat? And how is he doing? Where is he, by the way?"

"Dad, Azat flew home, Ali took him away!" Deniska spoke through tears.

"So he also got beaten up! Well, he'll give him nuts! It's science for you, to drive like crazy," Mom said, putting her hands on her hips.

There was a squeak from the informant at the door. I completely missed how the doctors arrived. There was some kind of long-shaped futuristic-looking thing behind the fence, but with the familiar outlines of a blue chandelier that twinkled fervently. Mom waddled over to the door and pressed on the flickering green hologram on the right jamb. The door opened and I walked into the room... my mouth dropped open! All so slender in a fitted snow-white suit with a bright red cross on her left forearm... a blue-skinned SUCCUBA without wings and tail! She's just like Azari in the "Mass Effect": tentacles on her head, and pigmented spots on her face - and she's so beautiful! And most importantly, there is almost no smell of pheromones.

"Michael!" she exclaimed. "Where are they?"

"Admire it!" My father replied. "There's Leshka, he ejected from the bike!"

"Come here, Alexey, let's see what's wrong with you." I feel a flash of concern from Doc.

Leshka came up to her and held out his shaking left hand. An orange hologram flashed around the Asari's left wrist. This is the first time I've seen a succubus in a high-tech medical kit. She ran it along Leshka's arm, looked at the hologram, pressed her finger on the strange round pimple on the right side of her head and said:

"Dahi! Bring a small treatment table and a suitcase with clips!"

I turned to the window and saw a towering DEMON sidling through the gate! Although I remember my impressions of the second part of the mass effect game. If I saw Garrus in the dark and without armor with a visor, I would shoot this demon. He was wearing a snow-white suit like the doctor's, with a briefcase in his right hand and a long trunk placed vertically in his left. Moreover, our dog, twirling his tail like a fan, gets in the way under his feet, showing no signs of aggression, rather a stormy joy, as from meeting a good friend. That's right! What about the human colony?! Where the Turian and the Asari serve in the ambulance... nothing is clear. Well, okay, let's see ... the Turian entered the house, went to the middle of the living room, put a suitcase on the floor, took hold of the trunk with both hands, and I still didn't understand how, but this trunk suddenly turned into a long table, immediately put on the floor.

"Bring three chairs, Mish," Dr. Ratnait said. Daddy, under Doc's guidance, quickly arranged chairs around this table, and Leshka was seated on one chair. The succubus cast an anesthetic spell and began to set the bone with Dahi. Then she glowed with blue light and cast a regeneration spell on Leshka's arm.

"By the way, Dahi!" said the father. "Your eldest is hurt too, he's sitting at home!"

When it was over, Leshkin's hand was wrapped in a cool white scarf.

"Okay, Michael," the doctor said, "you'll come to the hospital in two days, we'll remove the retainers there, and it's better not to strain your arm for a week."

"Do you understand everything, young man?" She turned to Leshka.

"Got it," my brother squeaked.

"And no bike racing! I'm going to rip off my piston and put it in today," Dr. Dahi said.

"Mish, sit down, we'll arrange it, it's an accident anyway!" Azari called her father.

"Let's go," said the doc, "the name of the victim?"

"Alexey Mikhailovich Shepard."

"Age?"

"7 years old."

"Date of birth?"

"July 22, 2348."

"Place of birth?"

"Leonov City, Mendoir colony."

"Parents, Father?"

"Mikhail Alexandrovich Shepard."

"Age?"

"65 years old." - Damn, you can't give a daddy more than thirty.

"Mother?"

"Hannah Diana Shepard."

"Age?"

"63 years old." And the mother, too.

"Home address?"

"Leonov City, Strawberry Street 2, Whisper Ranch."

"Okay," the blue doctor said, "I'll fill out the rest myself."

Then Dahi the Turian came up to me. I looked at him with undisguised curiosity, wide-eyed, and there was a lot to see. First of all, he looked like a game Turian and didn't look like one at the same time. But the demons from the third Doom, well, those who throw fireballs, very much.

The mandibles covered the cheeks, closer to the chin, with curved, pointed ends below, under which fangs were hidden, looking down, four centimeters long. That's what I understand, teeth... the figure was dense, proportionally built, beautiful even to a human eye, or else the squalor is a product of Biovar designers. The hands are five-fingered. All the fingers on the hands ended in powerful, slightly curved claws. The Turian's skin was golden brown, his face had a colorful tattoo of white and blue lines woven into a complex pattern, his eyes were deep-set, with dark gray whites and an incredible, simply glowing bright blue iris around a round pupil. Curiosity radiated from him like a wave. I stretched out my hands and clenched my fingers into fists several times.

"That's right!" My father said with a smile. "Not a drop of fear, just begs to be picked up."

"Yes, we can easily do that." Dahi replied. "Come here, little one."

And he pulls me out of the chair. I didn't see anything repulsive up close, on the contrary. He ran his hand over the Turian's cheek: the skin was smooth, velvety to the touch and hot, about forty degrees, he already squeezed his eyes shut with pleasure and made a strange, purring sound, which was immediately picked up by our cat standing in the hallway.

"Are you going to Aunt Retnait's?" I heard it from the left. Turning, he met the gaze of the Asari. She was smiling, which made her face even more attractive. Although, somewhere else! I reached out to her and was immediately taken away from Dahi. The Turian laughed.

"That's right, Retnate, everyone sticks to you, even the kids!"

I looked at the Asari with interest. Blue skin, soft and silky to the touch, appendages that slightly bounced under the fingers, a pattern of pigment spots, in the form of a complex pattern, around the amazing color of lilac eyes. By the way, the Asari had eyelashes, although there were no other types of vegetation on the skin. Strange.

"And what is your name, young sir?" Retnait cooed.

"Igor," I replied. Wow, it turned out to be clean to say!

I see my father's joyfully surprised face, and my mother's already big eyes are wide open. Oh, to be naughty, so naughty! Poking my finger under Asari's chin, I said:

"Retnate."

Then Azari's eyes got big, like two animeshki with her mom. Turning to Dahi, he pointed at him with his hand:

"Dahi."

The Turian's jaw dropped, and I was overwhelmed by a wave of amazement.

The adults were stunned into silence.

"Well, what's my name?" My father asked as he approached.

I smiled at him with all my twelve teeth and said:

"Papa Misha".

"Just look who's talking!" My father said, laughing. "And now you two. Go without a bike for a couple of months."

The boys groaned.

"I'm going to my room!" Dr. Dahi hurried over. "I need to examine my senior. Retweet, let's go."

"Bye, guys!" Azari said, and the medics gathered their things and left.

Chapter 2.1 This world, is everything wrong here, or is it...?

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Аннотация: The Messiah with a broken memory is reborn in the world of Mass Effect in the body of Brother John Shepard. Now it's up to him to decide what the future of this world will be like when the harvest begins. Childhood and youth on Mendoir and Earth.

Горный-Цветок, Yagger Path book 1 Igor V2

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Path book 1 Igor V2