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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

P: Threats

"They came," Brendan announced with satisfaction. A moment later he remembered to repeat the words in English for the old ship's core.

"You still haven't been authorized," the old core grumbled.

"Neither have you," he pointed out calmly.

It was actually mildly amusing that the reason the system couldn't verify that he didn't belong there was that the system it was trying to communicate with seemed to find it too outdated. The amusement went cold as soon as you realized that this outdated system seemed to be as good as your own system's top of the line though.

He could only thank Rafaela for leaving enough data about the ship that he and Adrian could act far more familiar with it than they actually were.

"Maybe we should have brought your mother's ship along, or yours at least," Adrian said a bit nervously. "Some kind of backup."