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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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227 Chs

C: Run Away

Rafaela glared at the station residents who obviously knew what she needed to know, and wondered just what she needed to offer them to get Brennant's current location. Then it occurred to her that maybe she didn't even need to give them anything. Her hand reached out and flicked half of the display back to the message list that she'd allowed to close earlier.

Brendan had sent her another message, and she almost reached for it, but tapped the one from Brennant instead. Negotiate with the person you'll be working with directly whenever possible, had always been her father's advice.

'Where are you? I'm currently at the station that is nearest to the previous coordinates we met you at,' she wrote quickly.

"Hey, are you even listening?" the woman in the center of the screen on the station's side asked sharply.