The galaxy's most incompetent bounty hunters are back. And this time, they work for the government. Sort of.
After a decommissioned toaster saved two hundred Imperial warships from making a very large mistake - by giving a speech about love and noodles that made an Admiral cry - the crew of the BOUNTY-7 has been reluctantly reinstated. They have official titles now. A sassy new ship who resents them. And a Shakespearean AI who has quietly started running the Empire's bureaucracy between soliloquies.
The missions don't get easier. They get weirder.
Bob is sent to a diplomatic summit. He offers someone bread and accidentally ends a six-month trade war. A Lovecraftian death cult tries to shatter their minds with eldritch horror. The horror finds them confusing and gives them cheese. Someone stole a moon - the whole moon - for a party venue. And somewhere in the Imperial Palace, a small AI named Provisional has been quietly making the Emperor's life better, one optimized appointment at a time.
Failing Upwards, Across the Stars is the third book in the Dumbest Galactic Bounty Hunters series - absurdist space comedy that actually cares about its characters, in the tradition of Douglas Adams and Terry Pratchett, except the heart of it is a toaster who loved someone and said so before she ran out of power.
Funny. Chaotic. Surprisingly devastating. Getting closer.