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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

PC: All Will Know

The Emperor didn't pause his words as he glanced down, but he then looked toward the entrance and boomed, "All will know you have entered my Empire."

Corso and the people following him all looked upward with alarm. 

The enormous dragon laughed, and seemed to vanish even as he growled in the same tongue, "That is all. We are done here."

He hadn't vanished, Brendan realized a moment later. His eyes seemed to be playing tricks on him, as the form that had filled the room a moment ago shrank in a lumpy smooshing fashion, into the merely overlarge humanoid figure of the Emperor.

"We are done with the broadcast already?" Brendan asked a bit incredulously. It was hard to tell, but he didn't think that the people following Corso Donatella could understand the English words.

The Emperor strode forward in the room that had once again become large and empty, and replied, "Of course, what did you expect?"