Path book 1 Igor

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 gRatnate 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 a hologram with cartoons. 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".

March 25, 2355

So, one step, one more step, take your time Igor, take your time, hold your head, hold it, 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! Uhh! 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 put me on 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. 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 of porridge and meat from the pantry and goes out into the yard with it. 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!

"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! 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 your underwear! 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?!"

"Aw, Aw, 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 movement.

"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.

"Hello, Little snake!" kissing the other one, Leshka whispered.

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. Hey, Basik, I'm sorry, I'm so stupid.

"Уот т"енеуюсь-т"енеуюсь, азгоаиаю с тобой! А тоуку?" (I'm practicing, practicing, talking to you, but what's the use?).

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. "Так веть, кот? Я усему наущусь! (That's a cat. I'll learn everything.)" 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.

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, Igor!"

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. 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:

"Uh-uh-uh!" She pointed out the window. The folder 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?"

"Ratnate, I'm really glad to see you too, but I need you! Рэй, я тоже очень рад тебя видеть, но ты мне нужен!"

"I'm on my way, honey, just don't worry, it's not good for you! and slowly fading away. Duck, Du-uck! Get ready soon, let's fly to the Shepards...."

It is not known what the mysterious Duck replied, the connection was disconnected. The front door buzzed, and my brothers appeared for all to see.

"Well and?" My father asked.

"Da-ad. 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, Da-ad!" 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 Ratnate 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?" The 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 Ham 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, Dahe 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 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 SUCCUBUS without wings and showing off! 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:

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

I turned to the window and saw a towering upper 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, we'll watch... 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. Ratnate said. Folder, 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, Dahe!" said the father. "Your eldest is hurt too, he's sitting at home!"

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

"Okay, Michael," the doctor said, "You'll arrive at 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'll rip off my pistol and put it in today, too." Dr. Dahe said.

"Mish, sit down, we'll arrange it, it's an accident anyway!" called Father azari.

"Let's go," Doc said "The victim's name?"

"Alexey Mikhailovich Shepard."

"Age?"

"7 years."

"Date of birth?"

"July 22, 2348."

"Place of birth?"

"Leonov City, Mendoir colony."

"Parents, father?"

"Mikhail Alexandrovich Shepard."

"Age?"

"65 years old."

"The mother?"

"Hannah Diana Shepard."

"Age?"

"63 years old."

"Home address?"

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

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