by Chucho Jones
Oliver plummeted to the ground. Leon and Victoria hurried and tended to their fallen hero.
“Oliver are you Ok? He’s not breathing…” Victoria said, gushing tears down her eyes. Leon’s head spun in turmoil. From the large windows a few ships from the world war circled around the alien vessel. It was hard for the scoundrel to think straight through the pain. A voice resounded Outside from a P.A.
“Hello, travelers we mean you no harm. This is Dr. Dickens, we’re with F.A.M.I.L.Y. we’re here to help you,” said the voice.
Leon looked out the window as she held Victoria from the shoulder while they both looked at the grand ships.
“What did we get ourselves into?” asked the man, his spirit sounded broken.
TO BE CONCLUDED…..
Acknowledgements
Chris Sanchez for providing book 1 cover art. We absolutely loved it and you set the tone. Roberto Gallo for helping us in time of need. Jesus Villareal, Ben Kifer, Aaron Charny, Laika, Cherise Wilson, James Pina, Adam Charny, Danny Gutmann, Tracy Neal, Kali and Matt Rubio, and Eric Sanchez.
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Dedication
1
It’s funny how inspiration can strike a young brain, I remember being four when I first saw the first thing that got me into this lifelong wild journey of creativity. I was waiting, outside my house, excited for what would become our first entertainment system. There wasn’t much other than the local channels and the occasional VHS or BETAMAX on the brink of what would become the first wave of home entertainment. The only movies I had seen at the time were Dumbo, Pinocchio, and the most inspiring movie for a child in the early 80’s, E.T. the extraterrestrial.
At first I didn’t know what to expect, but then a freight truck pulled up through the street and parked in front of our garage. The view was nothing short of a science fiction movie at the time. The big tow truck carried a massive satellite dish almost the size of a roof top. I remember my sister saying that thing would become our new tv system. Being at such young age , I could only think of three words when the men unloaded the massive satellite dish, “E.T. phone home”.
After the dish was securely placed at our home’s rooftop and the hardware was installed to our TV set, the adventure was on. I remember having to turn the nobs on an analog console that would measure the dish’s angle in degrees as well as it’s orientation. A second transistor would have a digital counter with a few buttons that would control the channels and the volume for the respective satellite’s programming. The whole experience made me feel like I was fishing for space programming, nothing short of what E.T. would do to phone home. Watching T.V. became an exhilarating pastime, almost like watching alternate dimension programing, the first window to the world.
With time my curiosity for the science-fiction and fantasy genre’s grew tremendously into a life style. If I wasn’t watching random programing, I would be outside playing pretend with an assorted array of imaginary friends that would live the outmost ludicrous surreal adventures, and I went along with them for the ride. For most of my younger years I would keep these imaginary friends a secret, I was eight when I first learned about comic books, my second wave of inspiring content. Having learned about heroes alter egos it became easy for me to hide away my strange to fit along with the rest of the kids. I began to write and draw my stories to vent them out and pretended to sell them before recess at school to make easy money.
Flash forward twenty-four years later to a time where movies where not made unless there were at least a light literary material behind the brand. I still remember the smell of fresh printed paint as I pulled the first printed Issue of my first edited comic. I knew then back in twenty fourteen, that I had followed my heart and dedicated my life into fleshing out these characters that in time had become my friends and family. It felt as if a weight had been lifted off my shoulders, unfortunately the story never took off the way I expected it. I tried anything from kickstarters, private funding, writing movie scripts, but it wasn’t until my great friend Gentry encouraged me to plaster all these ideas and characters in prose.
I might not have had such an adventurous life growing up, but I sure had an inspiring journey, chasing a life long dream of manifesting my universe into a reality. Today I’d like to share those characters and thoughts to the world in hopes that I can too send a message home. This is for all the oddballs, the improbables, the misfits, and any boy or girl that knows there’s something else out there in the universe other than the consumerist life that we so long for. Dream on and keep it live no matter what other people say. In the end it’s what inside you that counts, so let it out!
May you never lose your sense of wonder.
-Chucho Jones.
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As an Indie author I truly thank everyone that has taken the time to read this story. Jesus or (Chucho) has had this universe in his head for quite some time and remember meeting him in College in San Francisco with him spouting of crazy sci-fi stories. It has been amazing to help him see this series to fruition. Without your support and your fandom this story would truly perish. This one goes out to the best readers out there! ~ Gentry Race