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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 · 科幻言情
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224 Chs

C: Rank Meeting

"Can we call them? I mean, establish at least a voice connection?" Rafaela asked as she sent the summary of her current situation to Brendan.

"I think that it will be possible, but it will reveal that you haven't succumbed to the sedative," Sys20si replied worriedly. "Why aren't you contacting the Security station?"

"I…" she hesitated. Her fears had prevented her from even considering the Eks Corp Security station that had been a waypoint in the race as anything but another threat, she realized. "You've identified the vapor that's being released?" she asked instead.

"Identification 98% certain," her ship replied confidently. "Filtration is already in progress but it may take several hours to remove it all."

For such a tiny projectile, the amount of the substance it had contained was excessive. A small vapor trail still wisped upward from the seat even now, despite all the time she'd wasted, she realized with a jolt.