Left in the Slums, Adopted by the Supreme Commander

The transport ship to Neo-Haven was overweight.

Mom avoided my eyes, glancing quickly at her three other children. Then, she suddenly wrapped her arms around me, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Amber, sweetie, we can't throw away any more bags. Those are the supplies Toby needs for his new school in Neo-Haven. And Chloe has her big audition coming up; her custom sonic lyre cannot be left behind."

Dad patted my shoulder. His tone was heavy, laced with a layer of fake guilt.

"Amber, you’ve always been the selfless one. Just stay in the basement of the Dustlands for a little while.