Curveball

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 17

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WHEREIN Our Hero Awakens in a Strange Place, to Familiar Circumstances

When Grif regained consciousness he realized two things:

First, the smell told him he was in some kind of medical bay. Second, the smell also told him it wasn't the medical bay on board the Fool's Errand.

He tried to sit up, but couldn't. He was strapped down to something: first he thought he'd been tied to a bed, but a moment later he realized he was actually attached to a device that ran down the side of his bed, covering his left arm and part of his chest. He panicked as he realized he couldn't feel his left arm.

"Don't move," someone said.

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 16

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WHEREIN A Previous Disagreement Is Finally Resolved

Grif leaned back and stared at N'grash doubtfully. "Really. A Sword."

"A Sword," N'grash repeated. "He is known as the Viceroy. You are in danger, Tester."

N'grash's people had a tradition of labeling everyone they knew. It was, N'grash claimed, an attempt to know the essence of another's soul. Grif's soul, it seemed, was hard to label--or was non-existent, as N'grash occasionally claimed--because she was never satisfied with any label she chose. When they'd first met she called him "Trickster," then "Jester." She found neither label satisfactory, and would occasionally replace it with a new one: "Mocker." "Liar." "Madman." "Fool." Lately she had taken to calling him "Tester," because, she said, he insisted on testing the boundaries of everything and everyone he met.

"The Viceroy?" Grif frowned. "Never heard of him. Name's a bit ostentatious, though, isn't it? Nothing like a little hubris to start off your day..."

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 15

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WHEREIN Our Hero Learns Of Yet Another Complication

When Amys, Grif, Morgan and Bennet entered Bay One they saw Cyrus and Ktk standing by the lift, arguing.

"Six hours," Cyrus insisted.

Ktk chittered in disagreement, insisting it would be at least twelve.

"All right then," Cyrus said. "That's the wager--six hours or less, I win. Twelve or more, you win. Anything in between is a draw."

Northlander - Chapter 00

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Northlander - Prologue
Prologue

Magnus looked up to the sky, glaring at the dark clouds slowly gathering overhead. The clouds had followed his group for hours, and were finally threatening to overtake them; even as it seemed the storm was approaching, there was no indication they were anywhere near their destination.

Pay Me, Bug! - Chapter 14

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WHEREIN Our Hero discovers the Perils of Driving Too Fast

Grif shifted in his seat, glancing at the tactical display nervously. It was blank. It shouldn't be blank, he thought.

"Anything on the sensors, Morgan?" Grif tried to keep the concern out of his voice.

"Big rocks, floating through space," Morgan answered gruffly.

Grif grinned. Since he'd been commandeered by Velis, Morgan had been in a foul mood. He has no one to blame but himself, Grif decided. That's what happens when you notice a detail that all of the resources of a major galactic spy organization have managed to overlook.

"Stupid spies," Morgan muttered.

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