A hand grabs his
helmet and the ground disappears from beneath him, legs dangling in the air.
The metal dents around his head and Kaidan’s biotics flare, doing nothing more
than curl around his body. An alert on his HUD – his helmet’s cracked, air leaking
out and he gasps for breath, for anything
to fill his lungs.
yelling behind him, the Lieutenant’s voice breaking over his comm. Everything’s
going too fast, he’s swung around and his head makes contact hard, pain rattling his teeth. His suit
automatically dispenses painkillers and his biotics spark uncontrollably around
him in time with the pulses of static in his body – Kaidan can’t stop them, the
amp’s not responding and neither does his brain and agony seizes him, choked
noises coming out of his throat.
“Careful, son, you’re going to choke,” his father
brings a napkin to his chin, wiping away the food gathered there. Kaidan smiles
at him, a tiny kid no older than four with his crooked teeth and grabby hands.
Hands that grab for his dad’s nose, suddenly ignoring
his lunch and the laugh that comes afterwards is filtered, muffled without the
extra airway and the young boy giggles with delight, hand being removed with
some amount of difficulty. His dad picks the spoon up again and Kaidan groans
dramatically, pouting at him.
“Come on, your mother will have both of our heads if
you don’t finish your food. Now, open up.”