Hi It's me again, Littleswiss and I'm proud to announce that Half-krogan,half-badass have more than 100 views! Yeah! Rejoice! My sister lends me her ancient laptop! So I will be able to update within the week! Here's chapter 3.
Mass effect doesn't belong to me but to Bioware, only Garen is mine.
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Chapter 3
It has been two month since I arrived here and now I have an apartment and after some hard negotiations with the landlord (if you count being threatened with a shotgun a negotiation, yeah only 1 hour after I left the clinic I found out that I have a shotgun, an Armageddon to be exact.) I manage to have for half the price. The thing is I knew that I couldn't live without finding a job but the problem of being a walking tank is that you don't have many opportunities. But of course when you're a walking tank you tend to attract some attention from the underground world. So I accepted some mercenary jobs but there was one major problem: If I was out "working", who was going to look after baby-shepard?
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3 days after leaving the clinic
Maybe I should have thought about how I'm going to take care of baby-shepard when I'm out of the apartment. I'm cut of my musing when I heard her sneezing because of the talc that is currently everywhere in the bathroom. Try to open a bottle with three big fingers; it's near impossible to not break the bottle and to put powder everywhere. But after 3 bottles (one by accident and 2 by frustration) I finally opened one without breaking it. And doesn't ask how I managed to change her diaper. Just don't ask.
Well now I need to clean the bathroom. So I take baby-shepard in my arms and go out of the bathroom, go to the bedroom and put her in her crib in her pajamas. It is in one piece, all black with a white skull on the front. Hey I find this cool and I like the result: an adorable baby-pirate. "shhh baby-shepard, it's time to take a nap, it is what the books said. So sleep while dada is cleaning the bathroom." But, of course when she sees me leaving, she starts to sniffle. So what I do is to sit next to her on a reinforced chair, that cost quit a lot, and start to gently rock her while I'm humming. I do that for approximately 30 minutes and she's finally asleep. So I go out of the room as quietly as possible, correction as quietly as a half-ton krogan can, and by miracle I don't wake her.
Phew, it was a lot of work to clean the entire bathroom. I don't know I managed to do it, because there were places that were really difficult to reach. I need something to drink. So I go to the kitchen and open the fridge, also reinforced, and take a bottle of ryncole and take a swing. Have you ever drink absinthe? Well ryncole is 3 times stronger. Why do I care, I'm a krogan, I could drink literal acid and be okay. Now I can think about how to take care of baby-shepard, with the credit I have left, I and her could live for a month without problem but after that limit… I really need to find a source of income. But first I need a babysitter or something like that but I think it will be a little too much for him or her to see a krogan in close space. What to do, what to do. Maybe I could put her in the clinic while I'm away. The personal already know me. Yeah I think I will do that
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Present time
So this became a routine for me. I would let baby-shepard at the clinic when I was out "working" and I would get her after I was sure there were no more blood or body parts on me and that I was clean. The jobs that I took were mostly mercenary jobs, like to destroy an enemy gang or to protect some people. They didn't take long, like maybe a maximum of 10 hours. The pay was okay but sometimes I could ask nicely (more like demand with a shotgun to the face) an extra. So far it worked because I didn't have so much problem, but sometimes I needed to be careful with my budget. And also when I was buying stuff, I maybe threatened one or two people to not say anything about what I was buying (mainly the baby stuff).
Right now I'm coming back home after the longest job I had so far. It was the complete annihilation of the rival gang of the one who engage me. Ah, the cries and shouts, the blood was flowing, I never felt so alive during this mission. Yeah I should feel horrible about this but you know, me being a krogan… Well I'm already home. Before I can pick baby-shepard I need to wash myself, my armor and my shotgun. It took me about one hour for all that. Now that I'm all clean, it is time to pick her up. So I stomp to the clinic and after thirty minutes I finally arrive at the clinic. I hesitate to just kick the door but no, it's automatic. So I enter the building and go to the reception. Oh a new secretary. I think I'm gonna enjoy a good scare. I make as much noise as possible with my footsteps. She looks up and her eyes widen. Oh and she get paler, nice. "Hello, human." God I love to say that. "H-hello, s-sir." She stutters. Ok back to business. "I'm here for the baby" She looks confused. "W-what?" "I'm here for the baby" I repeat. Maybe I scared her a little too much. "W-what baby? B-but there is no baby here."
WHAT?! "How there is no baby?"