Authors: Sara King
Copyright © 2013 Sara
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(a.k.a. If You Don’t
Realize This Is A Work Of Fiction, Please Go Find Something Else To Do)
So you’re about to
read about alien war, life on other planets, and intergalactic politics. In
case you’re still confused, yes, this book is a complete work of fiction.
Nobody contained within these pages actually exists. If there are any
similarities between the people or places of
The Legend of ZERO
people or places of Good Ol’ Planet Earth, you’ve just gotta trust me. It’s
not real, people. Really. Yet.
Books in The Legend of ZERO Series:
else really makes sense):
Zero Recall is different. If you read it right the first time, it should
blow your mind. If you read it right the second time, it should blow your mind
again. It should still be perfectly entertaining the third time through. It
was an experiment in layers. Like a cake. (Or an onion.)
The Parasite Publications Glossary
(Because Somebody’s Gotta Tell You This Stuff!)
– That rare beast who lets his or her characters tell the story.
(And often run completely wild.)
– Stories that center around the characters; their thoughts, their
emotions, their actions, and their goals.
– Stories about the future that focus on the characters, rather than
explaining every new theory and technology with the (silly) assumption that we,
as present-day 21
centurians, know enough to analyze and predict
the far future with any accuracy whatsoever. I.e. character sci-fi is fun and
entertaining, not your next college Physics textbook.
– The Everyday Joe (or Jane) who enjoys crawling inside a character’s head
while reading a book; i.e. someone who enjoys character fiction.
– Anyone who believes the best fiction makes your eyes glaze over…unless
the glazing happens because you stayed up all night reading it and you can't
keep your eyes open the next day. ;)
– Zero Recall
– Daviin ga Vora
– Jer’ait Ze’laa
– The Hungry Kitten
– Joe’s Second
– Joe, Meet Daviin
– Daviin, Meet Joe
– Of Bagans and Booze
– A Stubborn Piji Shell
– Daviin Learns to Lie
– To Chip or Not to Chip
– The First Prince
– The Best Laid Plans…
– The Jreet-Doctor
– The Trouble with One’s Peers
– More Important Than a Planet
– Violent Alien Copulation Techniques
– The Sentinel and the Assassin
– Flea Kicks Ass
– Can’t Take the Heat
– A Lifetime of Loneliness
– Piecing it Together
– Headcom Wars
– The Lieutenant
– Mission Over
– Wrapping up the Plan
– Going Straight
– With Great Power…
– Maggie’s Secret
My Muse, my inspiration, my hope.
gud(Editor’s Note: good…or more correctly, ‘well’.
Motivator through the hard times.
And for Chancey.
Who, in the space of a single afternoon, said, “You’re going to write a
book, and it’s going to go like this…”
Approximately three and a
half billion thoughts raced through Forgotten’s mind at the moment the
Congressional ships surrounded him, but foremost among them was that if things did
not go exactly as planned, he was finally going to join the rest of his species
He was very close to
sixty-three percent sure he didn’t want to join the rest of his species in
prison, though that percentage had been on the decline for the last thirty
nanoseconds. The loneliness had grown difficult for him to bear. The extreme
solitude was depressing. The lack of conversation—however inane—was painful.
He didn’t want to contemplate what would happen when his desire to maintain his
freedom finally dipped beneath fifty percent.
Thus, watching the ships
converge on him, Forgotten was actually looking forward to the company, vile as
it would be.
The vessels sliding out
of the void around him had been modified to appear old and partially decrepit,
but the uniform perfection of their dilapidation gave their true natures away.
Even poor merchants took pride in their ships. If they couldn’t afford a new
heat shield or decent com equipment, they found other ways to pamper their
ships—a lovingly-painted mascot, the addition of teeth, a flourished name, an
Instead, the ships
pulling up from the blackness around him were perfect in their poverty. They
had no shiny features, no new paint, no teeth.
Once Forgotten identified
them for what they were, it was simple enough to peer through the disguises and
analyze the armada Congress had sent against him. And it was certainly an
armada. Manned by Huouyt and Ueshi, if their reaction times upon noticing his
ship were any indication. He was somewhat impressed he had ranked so high on
their list of Dangerous Criminals, considering how painstakingly quiet he had
been all these turns. He did everything he could not to attract attention.
Not to create waves.
Yet, Forgotten was
lonely. And, he’d decided, it was time.
Therefore, he held course
as sixteen battleships, five carriers, thirty-five cruisers, and a command
flagship slipped into place around him. They were static metal and polymers
instead of the sleek black, spherical Geuji-conceived nanotechnology favored by
the Space Force. His enemies were hoping to catch him unawares, though their
choice to abandon Congressional technology for the rougher, less versatile
static materials greatly increased his chances of eluding them, should he try
Instead, Forgotten left
his systems at idle and waited for them to surround him. He could have evaded
them with only an infinitesimal chance of getting caught by stray fire in the
chase that would follow, but, as time went on and his body grew, he was bored.
And the Huouyt, psychopathic creatures that they were, were interesting.
As the strange ships slid
into place around him, Forgotten idly calculated his chances of being sent to
Levren to be with his people increasing with each passing nanosecond. The
chance that his pursuers would simply kill him, out here in the cold of the
Void, surrounded by Congressional Space Force, was increasing as well. If they
did, he found a certain poetry in the fact that it would be as it always
was—the Geuji were used and forgotten, their deeds taken for granted, then lost
to history. Stuffed inside some cold, dark cell in silence for eternity as the
world passed around them.
Still, he let them come.
While Forgotten was by no means brave, he had reached the point he would do anything
to break the solitude.
this is the
Jahul trading caravan
What is your purpose on this trade
The dispatch came from
the flagship, though Forgotten doubted the true power lay on board the
frontrunner. It, like everything else about the armada’s appearance, was a
He scanned the other
ships as he listened, finally locating the likeliest command center at the left
rear of the group, a fighter that would have been inconspicuous had it not been
for the single additional lump on its belly. The shape and size of the lump
suggested a coded, long-distance communications node, the brand of which was
only used by the power-players of Koliinaat, which meant Representative Rri’jan
was along for the ride. As expected.
himself, enjoying as much stimuli as he could, in case the encounter took an
unforeseen turn and they wrenched him from his ship and imprisoned him with the
rest of the Geuji. If he failed, it would be the last time he would see, hear,
or feel anything…possibly for the rest of his existence.
Because, as Forgotten had
learned long ago, one and a half million turns after Congress had betrayed and
imprisoned the Geuji, their existence was a myth. A breath of wind that
brushed scattered minds here and there throughout the eons, only to disappear
Forgotten. His people
Only one creature in the
universe still cared about the Geuji, and Forgotten had spent enough time
thinking about them for the rest of the galaxy combined.
A Huouyt’s musical voice hailed
This is the Jahul merchant caravan
out of Whuo.
Forgotten cleared his
mind of everything but the task at hand. He could go back to worrying about
his people later, once he had dealt with the Huouyt. He didn’t like the
Huouyt. They, aside from the Geuji, were the smartest creatures in Congress.
They were also
psychopathic killers who did not play well with others, and Forgotten’s desire
to live had not quite dipped below the fifty percent mark just yet.
This caravan is
Silence,” the Huouyt replied, when Forgotten took an extra moment to
Please identify yourself.
” The pitch and crispness of the
Huouyt’s voice indicated a seventy-eight turn old Northern Gha’Salaoian from
Sh’ai. It took only a moment to recognize which one. Da’najo, one of the sixty-eight
billion Huouyt in his memory. This particular Huouyt had thoroughly failed his
tests as captain and had paid off one of the administrators to switch his results
with the stellar marks of a poor, common-blooded classmate. Evading Da’najo
would be easy. It was the lower-class Ueshi pilots that made up the rest of
the armada that would be challenging, should the upcoming meeting go