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The galaxy is ours (Lost in Space Fanfiction)
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Complete, First published Feb 11, 2020
Lexi West had been left by her brother, Don West, to go be a mechanic for the resolute. They haven't seen eachother in years but she passed all her tests and got a seat for Alpha Centaur with a extra seat for her brother. However, before she can find him the resolute is invaded by what is called a monster and her brother is framed for desertion, will she ever find her brother and on the way will she find love?

(Will Robinson is aged up to be 16 in this story!!!!)

This is a Lost in space Fanfiction, this is the Netflix version, I don't own any of the characters or pictures from the show however there is a couple of characters that I added to the story
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In a quiet, misty district of Himachal Pradesh, in a small orphanage called Sparsh Ashram, lived a fragile, gentle girl named Ishara. Her eyes held a quiet innocence, untouched by the harshness of the world, yet shadowed with a deep, unspoken sorrow. When she was only four, her stepfather-the one who had once called her his life-had left her. He discovered she was the product of her mother's betrayal, and in his heartbreak, he turned away. Since then, Ishara had grown up in the soft, lonely halls of the orphanage, her heart tender, her spirit delicate, carrying a pain that even time could not erase. At fifteen, she was still small, almost like a fragile bird in a vast, unkind sky-beautiful, innocent, and quietly brave. .................................................................................................... ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨