Eagle sat with a map of Subspace spread before him. He was lucky to have such an item, copied from somebody's journal before the great purge. Various tokens sat on the map, indicating locations of enemy bases and allied operatives. Looked like everything should be in place. "All units, this is Free Bird," Eagle said into a radio. "Standby for ( Read more... )

Eagle shuts the strange journal and slumps forward, leaning against the handlebars of his motorcycle.  He thought he'd seen everything...clones, meteors, crystals that sucked the life out of the land itself...and now here's one little book that's just as unbelievable as any of them.  It looked like a book, sounded like a book, felt like a book, but ( Read more... )