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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
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220 Chs

C: One Thing After Another

Rafaela cheerfully agreed to the Emperor's first request after reuniting her with her father. She agreed to the second more warily. At the third, she stopped, and eyed the Emperor suspiciously.

The design for the odd experimental core system that her ship was running on wasn't exactly a dangerous or inconsiderate request, but it wasn't hers to give either. "I will request the records from the designer," she agreed, with a glance at Brendan.

Even though Brendan had yielded the conversation with the Emperor to her, it was his friend Adrian who had designed the experimental core. Brendan gave her a small nod, but did not speak up.

The Emperor huffed a sort of laugh, and then pointed out dryly, "You could take on a new core, and leave that one with me, rather than making me wait another decade."

"Could we?" she asked a little sharply. "Maybe having Sys20si is what allowed us to travel here a year faster than any of your imperial ships."