Superheroes are real. Someone wants to kill them all.

Liberty, America's first and most famous superhero, has been murdered. As most of the nation mourns, a few wonder if there's more to the story than people are being told. Heroes and villains come together to learn the truth behind the crime, and uncover a conspiracy much larger -- and more deadly -- than they expected.

What is Project Recall?

Start from the beginning

A Rake by Starlight

Politics is dirty. Piracy is just a little smudged.

Grif Vindh, Captain of the Fool's Errand, has a problem: he just stumbled across the single most dangerous thing in his part of the galaxy. It isn't a thing he would have looked for, if he'd known about it, but since he has it he figures he might as well try to sell it.

The problem is, it's not the kind of thing you can sell without taking a side... and taking sides makes you a walking target for all the other sides you didn't take.

Start from the beginning.

Pay Me, Bug!

Never bet against your Captain.

Grif Vindh, Captain of the Fool's Errand, just pulled off the job of a lifetime... but with great success comes unwanted attention. The government he stole from wants to find out how, and they've sent one of their best to track him down. A second government wants him to do it again, and they're willing to blackmail him to do it.

Start from the beginning.

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 32

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WHEREIN Our Hero, Having Settled Matters to His Satisfaction, Considers the Relative Merits of Mercy and Justice

Eleven agents were dead, ten more were badly wounded. Carsons and Laris were both alive, though hurt from the two-G fall. Of Grif's crew, Cutter had been wounded in the arm by a gauss pistol and Morgan had taken a shot to the gut. Both would live. The others had only superficial injuries.

Ktk wanted to know what the hell was going on.

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 31

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WHEREIN Our Hero, Upon Reaching an Impasse, Finds it Necessary to Assert His Authority

The Fool's Errand used a parallel-plate system to generate artificial gravity: beneath the flooring on each deck were gravity plates, and just beyond the ceiling were nullifier plates. This allowed each deck to have customized gravity settings, if necessary, and the nullifier plates ensured that the gravity well never extended beyond the deck itself, or outside the ship. Each plate was also independently customizable, so it was possible, for example, to set one plate at half a standard gravity and it's neighboring plate at two standard gravities, creating a startling and potentially dangerous gravity shelf where the two plates met up.

For the most part the granularity inherent in this technology remained unused; it was enough to turn off gravity while they were in tach, and turn it back on when they dropped back into normal space. However, when the ship was being boarded, the ability to wildly vary the gravity of each individual plate was extremely useful.

This was one of those times.

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 30

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WHEREIN Our Hero and His Employer Have a Disagreement Over Matters of Procedure

When Grif returned to the Fool's Errand he found Cyrus and Amys waiting for him in Bay One.

They remained in character until the transport decoupled from the hull and returned to the Centurion. At that point all three let out a long sigh.

Amys grinned at Grif. "They didn't find a goddamn thing."

"That's right!" Cyrus laughed. "They went through Bay Three with a fine-tooth comb and still couldn't find the door! And you were right about the search party--some of those marines had been through here before. They didn't recognize the Wardroom, they didn't recognize our living quarters, and one of them kept asking me for directions the entire time. Nobody could tell it was the Fool's Errand, Grif. If they couldn't find anything now, I don't think they're ever going to find anything ever."

"Good," Grif said.

Amys frowned. "You don't seem too happy about it. How'd it go with you?"

Grif stared at the seal to the nadir lock and didn't answer.

Amys' frown deepened. "Grif? Talk to me."

Cyrus' good mood vanished as he looked from Amys to Grif. "Oh, hell," he said. "Something bad happened."

"Yeah…" Grif snapped out of it and turned toward them. "Just us on board, right?"

Amys nodded.

"Right." Grif headed toward the door. "Meeting in the Wardroom, one hour."

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 29

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WHEREIN Our Hero Enjoys the Company of Proper Society

When the Centurion's boarding party arrived through the nadir lock, Captain Jobin Tax and the rest of the crew of the Alo Minh were waiting for them in Bay One.

Captain Tax, a calm man of considerable discipline, sternly instructed his crew to cooperate with the marines in every way. He spoke with an air of both authority and unconcern, absolutely convinced that his instructions would be followed to the letter. After a brief exchange with the Lieutenant in charge of the search, he suited up, descended the nadir lock, and entered the transport ship that would take him to the RTS Centurion.

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 28

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WHEREIN an Unexpected Detour Requires Frenetic Adaptation

Varkav was an ugly planet.

The planet was, geologically speaking, very young. Plate tectonics had not yet separated the single land mass into multiple continents, but when it eventually did no one was certain exactly where those continents would go. There was only one ocean, and the pangea-like land mass covered so much of the planet that there was a debate in some circles as to whether it actually qualified as an ocean, or if it was a vastly oversized sea. The concentration of land gave the planet, in Grif's eyes, a misshapen and unbalanced appearance, as though it were teetering in space, liable to tip over at any point. The continent was riddled with muddy rivers and brackish lakes, giving it the appearance of being covered in blemishes and cobwebs. The final indignity, Grif decided, was that some particulate in the atmosphere filtered out bits of the spectrum of light, giving everything on it a drab, brownish tint.

"Ugly, ugly, planet," Grif said. "Best whiskey anywhere."

"Amen," Amys agreed.