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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
224 Chs

L: Jade Rings

Lief was the first one out of the airlock, despite his father's protests. He glanced around the docking area calmly, cataloguing everything into his memory library without actually evaluating it yet.

Cool jade panels lined the background surfaces, as though the station were built from jewel quality stone instead of an ordinary mixture of metal, plastic, and ceramic. Wary eyes met his gaze, but no one seemed to have been expecting their arrival. He stepped back and let his mind process for a moment. Nothing he'd seen set off any alarms, so he sent an 'OK' back to the waiting King of Eks Corp.

Regis Aldrich stepped through the airlock after his eldest son, as calmly as though he were boarding his own station. His eyes scanned the docking area without any doubt that he should be allowed or even expected to survey everything in as much detail as he wished. No trace of the plan he'd outlined to his son was exposed on his face.