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Headcanon

Thirteen has never had a relationship that lasted beyond one night, and is fairly convinced that that's how it's always going to be for him. If there was a woman that wanted to pursue an actual relationship with him, he'd most likely show hesitation, as again he views himself as unstable.

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Headcanon

Even though he's repressed the entire accident that nearly killed him as a teen, he's realized that he must have been in a vehicle crash, since he gets extremely anxious when he has to ride in a skycar for more than five minutes. Ships don't bother him in the least, but shuttles and skycars do. He's never admitted this to anyone.

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Headcanon

Thirteen is able to understand a few phrases in several alien languages due to the multiple foster homes he lived in as a child. He can't speak any other languages, but he understands, "Excuse me," and "What time is it?" in five other alien tongues.

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arielshepard started following you

This woman had a sort of presence to her. Unyielding, harsh, authoritative. The scars drawn across her face only added to this sort of vibe she was giving off, and he quickly realized that this had to be none other than Commander Shepard. She was thinner than he had envisioned her, but that did nothing to take away from the obvious power she commanded.

"You must be Commander Shepard," he said to her, extending his hand in the hopes that she'd return the gesture. "I'm Lieutenant Thirteen. It's an honor to meet you, ma'am." Hopefully his kindness wouldn't be rejected, but he wouldn't be all too surprised if it was.

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majorkalenko started following you

Ah, he'd heard of this man. News travelled through fellow biotics faster than one might assume, especially when it involved one that served with Commander Shepard. He'd seen his face before somewhere, but knew that he was a stranger to this man.

"You're Alenko, aren't you?" he said with a shrug. "Forgive my shitty manners. I'm Lieutenant Thirteen." He offered his hand for the other man to shake.

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"Unfortunately?" he chuckled. "I heard about you becoming the second human Spectre recently. Scuttlebut, you know? News spreads fast." Thirteen shoved both hands into his pockets and relaxed a little.

"Me? I don't have a permanent vessel to serve on, unfortunately. I had to travel a lot when I was younger so I suppose I'm used to it." A pause to think. "I've wanted to serve on the Normandy, but I felt like that was out of the question so I never even bothered asking anyone about it." She had a full crew, he was certain. That, and he didn't see her having any use for an N7 dropout with a short fuse.

"I come to the Citadel often, really. What about you? Anything interesting going on on your side?"

“Lieutenant Thirteen, yeah?” Ashley’s mouth twitched to the side at the name, but she didn’t comment. Hell, for all she knew there could just be a family out in the galaxy with a number for a surname. “And I guess that’s no surprise—Alliance has made quick work of putting a few key people out in the spotlight. Unfortunately.”

“So, Lieutenant, are you on shore leave? Where are you stationed?”

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"Upgrading?" he shrugged, eyes darting down to his hands. "Hell no. The only reason I even have an L3 is because my L2 got trashed." Scalpels, stitches, ventilators--the thoughts almost stirred up painful memories, but again, he relaxed. This doctor wasn't trying to upset him, after all.

"Got in a wreck and nearly died. They had to change it out. I didn't ask for it."

Mordin’s brow raised minutely. He had assumed correctly, judging from the loss of control, although odds were high that a lost loved one would be the case.

“Correct,” the doctor nodded. “Considered upgrading?”

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aya-tanner started following you

"What's a pretty lady like you doing wandering about the Citadel all alone?" Thirteen threw her a quick smirk. "Lieutenant Thirteen," he said, offering his hand for her to shake. "I take it you're not Alliance, huh?"

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Headcanon

Thirteen smokes in times of stress, but considers himself a social smoker otherwise. He prefers to roll them himself if he has the chance.

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WHAT MAKES YOU FEEL BETTER WHEN YOU ARE IN A BAD MOOD?

Cigarettes.

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He scoffed, eyes narrowing. Whatever gave him the idea that she would be overtly friendly was beyond him, and he almost wanted to kick himself for being so foolish. Whatever. He wasn't beyond working to get into some sort of conversation with her. Convince her to let him serve on her ship? Fucking unlikely.

"Alright." He brought his hand in, folding both arms over his chest to mirror her stance. She had a harsher appearance than he ever thought she would have, what with the scarring and--were her eyes glowing? "Are you always so unfriendly, ma'am? Not that I expect you to warm up and instantly be my best friend or anything, but still. You are Commander Shepard, yeah?"

It wasn’t until he started talking that she even bothered to look at him. But when she did, she wasn’t exactly impressed. He was just a man. Another grunt she was supposed to entertain.

He offered his hand, and she only crossed her arms over her chest, fixing a fiery stare at him. She didn’t see what made him stand out from the others, why he deserved her time, so to speak. “I’m sure it is,” she stated simply, her tone perhaps colder than she’d intended. Too bad.

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"Everything means something." He removed one hand from his pocket as well, rolling back the sleeve of his t-shirt to show the beginning of a very peculiar looking tattoo on his shoulder. "It's some of the circuitry of the L3 implants," he stated, but then thought that this guy could probably care less about tattoo stories. Instead of continuing to be awkward, he chose to redirect.

"So...I'm guessing Alliance? You look like one."

In truth, James was never good with small talk either. He just awkwardly shoved his hands in his pockets, kept a smile up and continued an attempt at getting to know this character. At least he found it rather unique when the man announced his name was a number and his mind was never in the right place. 

“Huh? Oh yeah.” He pulled his left hand free and pulled away the collar so Thirteen could inspect the black-work of his tattoo. “Just something I got a while back. Doesn’t mean anything.”

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Another soft chuckle left the man. "It's perfectly fine. People fuck it up all the time." So, someone else wasn't all there today. At least he wasn't alone there. "My mind is never in the right place." He shoved his hands into his pockets and rocked back on his heels a little as he tried to come up with more small talk. He was shit at things like this, really.

"Likewise. Hey, got some work on your neck?" He tilted his head as if to point to what looked like a tattoo peeking out from beneath Vega's collar.

Now it made sense and James felt a rush of stupidity and sudden nervousness as he extended his hand, shaking the other furiously. “Sorry about that, hombre. I don’t think my mind’s in the right place today. Been all over the place.” He nodded towards him in a friendly way.

“Call me whatever you like. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Thirteen.”

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secondhumanspectre started following you

This one screamed Alliance, definitely. He didn't even need to see any sort insignia or markings to confirm it. He'd been in long enough to know a fellow soldier when he saw one. There were also only two human Spectres in the galaxy, and this definitely wasn't Commander Shepard standing here right now.

"Williams, right? The Spectre?" He nodded, extending his hand to her. "I'm Lieutenant Thirteen. I've heard of you before."

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His biotics flickered on for just a second, possibly faster than could be noticed. Such would occur when certain situations were mentioned, but he remained in control of himself.

"Mm. Yeah. I'm an L3-R. Not exactly the best thing, you know?"

“Common uncertainty among everyone. Habituated to sentiment.” Mordin sniffed, a neutral expression on his face. “Usually related to lost loved one under care of medical practitioner.”

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"Ah, sorry. Common issue with going by a name that's also a number," he chuckled, waving his hands back and forth slowly, as if that would clear up the metaphorical confusion. "I go by Thirteen. Long story. Not worth telling." He offered a hand to shake.

"Nice to meet you, Vega. Is it alright if I call you Vega? I like last names."

Hearing the voice, James turned on his heel and looked back at the man who had spoken up. He didn’t recognize him whatsoever and as he tried to scan his brain for any memory of him, his eyebrow arched and he took a step forward. 

“Thirteen?” Vega shrugged, confused-like. “M’afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about. My name is James Vega.”