[attr="class","GALACTIC3"]


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rocket makes their move.
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deimos takes in a breath, feels the ice expand in their chest, and promises themself: never again.
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they'd been named "liana," like a girl. they don't use that name anymore, but it's not like they can escape it, either. nowadays they go by their last name - deimos - or more commonly, rook. the latter's a street name, but it's not like they care.
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(galactic is a means to an end; or perhaps there never had been any end in sight at all.)
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their people aren't easy to find in the streets; galactic aren't after power or glory, which means that their recruitment tends to be more selective. it means that when liana - deimos, now, because liana is a person trapped in the skin of a girl and bound to expectations that they never chose - deimos goes looking, it takes a while to find them.
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but find them they do, because if there's one thing deimos had always been good at it's finding things that don't want to be found.
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liana deimos' family finds out what she - they - are.
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(at least they live in jubilife; it's easier to disappear in a city of the modern technological advances, where the lights are too bright and the future too tempting to see the dark corners.)
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two trainers settle down in jubilife city, filled with hope of a new future, filled with love and wonder.
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they have a dark-haired daughter; they name her liana, after the grandmother. she is loved and she is cherished, until she's not.

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details

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- more than anything, deimos wants to be more than "just" anything.
[break]- ("just" a galactic grunt, "just" another kid, "just" someone who happens to be occupying this space and this time.)
[break]- maybe they should've become a trainer; it's a lot more lawful of a route, after all.
[break]- but trainers are a dime a dozen, and deimos is not satisfied with that.
[break]- deimos hates, hates, hates black coffee. they need at least half the cup to be milk and the other half to be sugar. (where's the actual coffee? nobody knows)