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."

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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

Горный-Цветок, Yagger
Path book 1 Igor V2