Limitless Trinity

Tune grew up loved. Birthday mornings where her dad made food he'd clearly practiced for.
Quiet evenings that were quiet on purpose for her daughter to have privacy if she needs it. Decent grades to keep her going in high school. Her dad gave her all the love in the world but strict enough for her not to become poumpus and spoiled.
After all, her father had seen things she still didn't have the full context for, and somewhere along the way he'd decided: No not her. She gets the ordinary life. Well majority of it at least-
Her mother was around too. She looked human, seemed human. Her love also seemed human but carefully tended, like she was still figuring out the mechanics of it, but Tune never found that strange, she loved it just the same. You take the warmth you're given and you don't interrogate it too hard.
So the Central Accord showing up on her seventeenth birthday wasn't a dramatic thing, exactly. No weapons. No scene. No ruckus. Just paperwork, and a clause she'd never heard of, about citizens with certain abilities being eligible.
That word,
*eligible*
for mandatory quadrant service. Tune didn't have the vocabulary to argue it. Neither did her father.
She didn't know that her father was standing in front of something that could have ended him years back. He had nothing to say. No ground. And watching him not have a ground to stand on was scarier than the actual thing happening to her.
A week of training. Then a quadrant class for the next oncoming governmental patrol with two strangers her age, one who leads with ego like it's a personality, one who starts flirting before she's even learned his name, and something that is forced into her mind.
Just: show up. Be useful.
She has powers she's never had to push on. A name that apparently carries weight she hasn't grown into yet.
And her dad is watching her go. Exactly the way he always told himself he wouldn't. But he was able to leave her with 3 things.
Love. Persistence. Forgiveness.
A Limitless Trinity.