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- 1-3 posts per week
- One post per week
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- Male
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- Fantasy, Scifi, Action, Romance, LGBT, Horror, Mystery, Paranormal. I'm sure there are more, I'm just too lazy to look everything up.
Fly Toward the Stars
There had only been one time in Milo's life where he felt as out of control of his future as he did now. That was six years ago. War between the Milky Way and the Torkol invaders had begun depleting resources, which made the government leaders of each faction, each race and species, start drafting kids right out of school. One of those kids had been Milo. At the ripe age of sixteen years old he was plucked out of high school - along with the rest of his friends who were physically and mentally eligible - to begin training as a pilot. Some were excited, others were not. Milo grew to be somewhere in the middle.
He liked adventure as much as the next guy, but war? Not so much. After losing his old man to a Torkol intervention gone South and having to deal with the repercussions that left on his family, Milo wasn't eager to join the fight. Didn't want to risk leaving his mom alone to care for the twins without help - though, really, Milo supposed he already did that. After being drafted into the pilot program he hadn't seen his family more than six times in the last six years. Training was brutal, time consuming. They wanted everyone out and in the field by age twenty. Milo managed to slack off enough to get himself to twenty-two.
That extra time had run out. Now, Milo stood in formation amidst at least a thousand graduates - human and alien alike. Watched as, one by one, people were assigned with their partners for the upcoming battles. A 'buddy-system' the higher-ups liked to call it. Really, though, Milo wanted to be alone.
If he was going to die out there, at least he could go out with the whole 'lone wolf' persona he'd spent the last six years establishing.
Fate held no sympathy for him. Even moreso when a particular name rang out across the congregation building, echoing off the walls, reverberating in his bones.
"Adelyn Uelsa - starship Nova 187…"
Milo watched the blur of blonde hair in his peripheral vision, eyebrows narrowing. Sorry to the unlucky guy who gets stuck with her. Or girl.
"...and Milo Blackburn - starship Phoenix 187. Proceed to Boarding."
Wait- "What?"
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