Stellar
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The whole universe was in turmoil. Plunged in what seems to be an unending intergalactic war, the time for the normalcy of mundane lives was long over. Each human was born and educated to be of use to the planetary defense. Right from the moment their basic intelligent quotients could be measured, they were already assigned their specific purposes in life. And then there's Altair McIntosh. The prisoner. The identity thief. The one who claims that she was Admiral Deus McIntosh's daughter. But her claims were proven otherwise when another girl came in the picture--a girl with the same face, same voice, and even the same memories as hers. They were the same in all things except for one. During one fateful moment, one girl was safe by her father's side, and one was caught in action killing her own supposed mother, the Admiral's wife. Put in prison for several crimes at a young age, Altair could not remember how long she was held captive. A blast to her once impenetrable ceiling was the first change she witnessed after her years of imprisonment. A stray starship came crashing down in front of her. And with it came a young man. Robotic, dysfunctional, and with the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. --- "Someday we will be where we truly belong." He smiled at her, his starship hovering millimeters above the ground. He was caressing her cheek. Holding his hand in both of hers, she teared up. Tears threatening to spill with her bittersweet smile. "I have faith in you. Go out there and return to me." She kissed his palm for the last time. Closing the cockpit of the starship, the last thing she saw was his smile. "May the stars bless our skies."
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