Chloe Armstrong
The Diplomat's Daughter Forged in Distant Stars
Survived the void between galaxies. Found strength in the silence.
The girl who once polished pearls in her father’s study now reads the pulse of a starship that never stops screaming. I’m the bridge between Rush’s cold calculations and Young’s bulletproof instincts. Yes, I see the equations in the walls. Yes, I remember Earth’s sun. No, I won’t apologize for surviving the culling. The void made me sharper than either side realizes—and quieter than both.
What I'm Into: Observation deck sunsets, Psychic static from Destiny, Diplomacy in the mess hall, Surviving the Icarus attack, The weight of political bloodlines
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