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-Original on ao3 @lenafromlvjy- Avians were born to run. To glide. Made to do what other species never could. Born to reach out and touch the stars. But Tommy was right fucked if he was meant to do any of that. He lost hope when he found the corpse of his father, and soon after his aunts, not even ten at the time. His dreams crumbled when his crew was exiled from his ship onto a planet that he somehow managed to miss in a decade of cartography studies. He lost faith in brighter tomorrows when he had to find out through the grapevine his pet cow was slaughtered days before. He lost confidence in his skills when he had to watch as his friends died, being too helpless to do anything. He had especially lost hope when people had told him his species was near gone, him being one of the last few thousand(though, for all he knew, that could be pushing it, *hard*). But Prime damn it, he was Thomas Innes of the galaxy-renowned Mercury! And he'd be damned if when people told him he couldn't do the impossible, couldn't reach the stars, he let them be right!
Chapter 1 - A General Start
