You can haz read chapter three now. Enjoy.
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Chapter Three
The OSD confirmed Andreas worst fears, he did now the Krogan. In the dim and distant past they had shared a cell together, they were barely in their teens. He had always been large. But now his gene enhanced musculature was far two close for comfort. Andreas stumbled through most of the day. His mind was else were. He was thinking back to the events that made him who he was.
The Batarian laughed as he threw the twelve year old Andreas to the floor head first. Andreas hit the deck hard and his nose started to bleed. The Batarian slammed the door shut, leaving him in the cold bowels of the ship. Andreas sat up. He used his white tee shirt to wipe the blood from his face. He looked around the cargo hold. The walls looked rusted and neglected but that wasn't what drew his attention. It was the children. Hundreds of them, from every known species, and even some unknown ones. Most were curled up crying. A few sat in small groups talking. Andreas slunk into a corner and sat down with his head in his hands. He was like that for ten minutes before movement roused him. What he had taken for a piece of machinery was in fact a child. This one was unique in the hold. It was Krogan. He was easily as tall as Andreas, though he shied away. He looked old, but his eyes betrayed that. He was only six.
"Hi." Said Andreas weakly. The Krogan looked him up and down. He seemed to judge that he was friendly. The lizard-child scurried over and curled up beside him.
Andreas didn't care. He was already unconscious.
The next day Andreas learned the Krogan's name. Tarsus. They formed a group with several others. A five year old human called Miguel, an Asari called Veshetti; she insisted everyone call her Vesh. She always looked at Andreas oddly. There were a pair of Turians; they were twins, Peval and Curic. Andreas could never tell them apart. The Batarians fed them and gave them water twice a day. They occasionally dragged a few kids away to sell. In three days, 300 were reduced to 127. Numerous escape plans formed. From using the Biotic kids to kill the slavers to the burrowing suggestion put forward by one particularly thick Turian. On the fourth day, the door was opened. The Batarian Captain was followed by three soldiers. They all wore black armour and had tinted visors covering their helmets. All of them had a bronze three headed dog on their left breast. They talked quietly for a while in till the lead soldier spoke out loud.
"They will do nicely." He said. He drew his pistol and shot the captain. Several kids screamed, thinking they were next.
"Your okay kids were here to rescue you."
For a while it was good. They fed them and clothed them and even entertained them. The soldiers were usually seen playing ball games with the younger kids in the garden of the compound. They all had dorms of two. Andreas shared with Tarsus. It went like perfect for weeks. Then it started. Kids were dragged away and returned changed. Devastating biotics, enhanced aggression, and improved musculature. The list went on. Eventually, some didn't come back. The soldiers lied and said they were going home to their familys. But Andreas knew the truth. He had seen the lifeless form of a Turian corpse.
The Adult Andreas shook himself out of his day dream. Maybe it was more like a nightmare.
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