My first attempt ever at a fanfiction! It'll be mostly about Shepard and Garrus trying to get Mordin out of his shell. No romance or anything, just a friendly crew. It'll probably have a sad ending. I know exactly how I want to do this, and if I get good feedback from this preview, I just might do it.

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"Had to be me. Anyone else would have gotten it wrong." Mordin informed his Commander as he was bent over the counter of the Normandy Mess Hall, upgrading the refrigeration system using Mass Effect fields to freeze pizzas so they last longer and taste fresher. "Current method of refrigeration lacking efficiency. A normal jar of jam would last two, maybe three weeks under these conditions."

"...Mordin. This is your first shore leave in over a month. I appreciate the favors, but please do yourself a favor and hang out with us for one night." An impatient commander crossed her arms and gave Mordin a disciplinary look. She was dressed for a night out, which was a rare sight to see for someone always holed away in her captains quarters fawning over her collection of model ships.

"My apologies, commander. Only trying to help." Mordin sighed and stood up, dusting himself off. "Will join you when I finish cleaning.."

"-you can clean when you get back. We're going now."

Mordin sighed, and looked at his work he had started and now would probably never get to finish. Within seconds, he perked up, nodded, and followed Jane Shepard and her motley crew to the crowned jewel of outer space: The Citadel.

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