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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 · Ficção Científica
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224 Chs

C: A Prisoner

Rafaela woke up with a start. A moment later, she sat up, with a feeling of disorientation. 

Part of her expected the surface beneath her to be her old bed back on SkyWater's main station. Another part expected to see her ship's pilot chair folded out flat. A less familiar corner of her mind suggested that she might have slept on a living surface that her conscious mind couldn't identify. Her eyes reported that she'd been laying on the floor of an unfamiliar, oddly square, compartment.

Her gaze caught on the sleeve that covered her arm, and she looked down at her own body. The smart fabric that she'd worn beneath her suit covered the skin that had been exposed in the medical unit. She quickly glanced around the empty room. There was nothing here, not even an obvious screen on any of the walls, though they seemed to have a translucence that made her wonder if every surface was actually a screen.