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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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C: Restricted Access

Rafaela waved her hand at the access screen, and then reached out to tap it. She eyed the message incredulously, and then glared at the door that no longer opened at her command. Brennant was no longer responding to her messages either, she discovered a moment later.

She checked the communication tablet again, but there was no change in the limited access that it still complained of. Her suit retained the same emergency access to Brennant's ship that she'd had before his visit, and no new or strange sounds or vibrations were traveling through its structure, so she could only presume that their "escape" was still in progress.

Rafaela studied the semi-transparent display that stretched across the interior view of her own helmet. Air pressure within the cabin was still being maintained without noticeable change, or loss in quality. The door wasn't locked because the compartment had been holed.

"What are you doing?" Sys20si asked curiously.