Stellar

Prologue

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"Bewitching. A beautiful monstrosity."
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eyes like spiraling galaxies, they were splashed with the ethereal colors of the universe.  Specked with silver, like stars. His pupils like ensnaring black holes. Dark, bottomless, an abyss.

Altair trailed her eyes lower and stifled a gasp. The skin from his left cheek to his jaw was peeled off. And instead of bloody flesh, there was metal.

The man--no, the thing, stood up from its crouched position. His left shoulder was missing. Complicated wires and metals and sparks were on his socket. He walked in a stiff and calculated way towards her chained self.

There was a twitch to his right hand. And she saw it. A knife.

Altair froze.

He lunged, and she screamed at the top of her lungs.

Screaming and flailing and wailing til her throat hurts.

But nobody heard.

Nobody listened, because after all, that's what she always did. She always screamed.

Crazed. Paranoiac. Psychotic.
A creature in a cage.
A murderer. An identity thief.
That's what they say she was.

Yet sometimes there's still so much more to things that you think you know.

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Septemer 1, year 3034

Meteorites rained upon the earth. And among them were the drogans—beings from the outer space.

Three and a half decades ago, an all-out war broke out between the earth and the planet-invaders, the drogans. Ever since, countries and divisions were erased. Humans joined hands to face a common enemy. Wars between them ceased, and a unified task force was formed. Aquila 11.

Standing at the top of the ranks was Admiral Deus McIntosh-the man behind the whole planetary defense.

A man of logic. A master strategist.

He lost his wife on the fourth invasion. The only one he had left was his daughter--a fleet commander. The one who's always beside him.

An only child.

But there's another girl. 

The one who claims she's the admiral's daughter. The one in the cell. The branded pretender. The so-called impostor. 

There is so much more to things than what they appear to be.