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It’s been almost a year since that day I told my mother I wasn't coming home. Michael blew up the comms screen after we took off, so we haven't been in contact.
I’m seventeen and Meteor’s birthday is in a month.
We’ve been hiding on the far edge of the known universe, the opposite side of Scallanos and Earth, waiting for the first mission in which we could prove ourselves to the world. Waiting for a challenge. Waiting.
Until today.
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