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Cinderella's Spaceship

Rafaela grew up in the Cinder Sector of the outer belts, an isolated region that her step mother and step sisters can't bear. She's eligible to enter the Prince's race, if she can get her mother's old scout ship repaired in time, but she also needs to discover what her mother really left behind. Prince Brendan needs to catch a bride that he can trust. He was born with Corporate records written into his genes in a Solar System brewing with political strife. He bets his future on a race, but will he find out what this Cinder girl's family is tangled up in? With interstellar travel still confined below the speed of light, the vast majority of humanity now carries the extra pair of chromosomes packed with an inheritance of genetic memories. Those who don't carry the extra genes have been disregarded for centuries. Humanity needs to let go of the past in order to expand their future. Will a young woman, a young man, and a dragon be able to forge a brighter future between two stars? Cover redesigned by Bloom759, face based off Artflow.ai generation. --- On hold because I'm getting the shattered shunt removed finally! (The list of possible complications is a bit scary, but not compared to living with my brain fluid leaking out.)

gusdefrog · Sci-fi
Not enough ratings
220 Chs

C: Disappointment

Rafaela glanced at Brendan, wondering if he could argue the conspiracy her father had implied, but he hesitated as though considering it seriously. She knew that he had examined much of her family history back when he had been investigating the freighter's disappearance.

After a moment Corso said bitterly, "I had no proof to offer Eks Corp Security back then, but do you really think that it could be coincidence that pirates would take out a station where a Corporate Head and most of his immediate family had gathered, just as that temporary alliance finally organized the take over?" 

"What did you expect Eks Corp to do about it?" Brendan asked a bit helplessly.

"Refuse the transfers! Or trace the transactions that had to have linked them to those so called pirates?" Corso suggested with an anger that was so old it had grown cold and bitter. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Then why are you mad at me?" Rafaela asked a little plaintively.