Jay Michael Jones
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I am a writer and an avid fan of goats. The two are not mutually exclusive.
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Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 1 / part 2
The ship was remarkably roomy inside, even given the fact that the Thuringi were large people. The instrument panel bore identifying face plates in a language which looked like idle scratch marks. There was a definite pattern to those marks, however. He noted some gauges bore scratches alongside small hash marks and Michael presumed these were numerals.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
Book 1: Flight of the Armada Chapter 2
Michael Sheldon called his father and told him some friends needed to stay at the old ranch. "They lost everything in a storm, Dad," Michael lied. "They really need help. They'll keep up the place and probably even make some improvements."
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 1 part 1
“I am getting some sort of signal on the com,” Glendon Garin reported with excitement after months of flight through space. The other five Thuringi scouts took note and checked the communicators in their ships. “There is a good deal of music, but the language is strange.”
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 3 part 1
Stuart was reluctant to take any more time and help from Michael Sheldon. He knew that the Thuringi scouts were a drain to the young Earthian man’s resources and Michael needed to return to Boston to his Academy and work on this doctoral theses. Stuart did ask for advice on their mode of dress for the Earthian culture. Their Thuringi garments were either obvious uniforms or made of fabric unlike most Earthian goods.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
Book 1 Flight of the Armada Chapter 3 Part 2
Glendon managed to get the truck to the store without grinding the gears too badly or hitting anything important or living. When they got out of the truck, Darien indicated that the Naradi should keep the keys. He wanted no part of a vehicle that growled and lurched and bounced about so.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xvii
Sandan Medina was disappointed he was not chosen to go on the mission. Like any other Air Command warrior, he was eager to explore new worlds. Sandan knew Carrol’s ability to heal through Arda liquid was far superior to ordinary medical aid and sending her on the mission was the sensible thing to do. But who would have thought that a Naradi Famede would be sent on a scouting mission? Then again, with both princes and the princess on assignment a capable Naradi Famede like Glendon Garin was the appropriate choice to accompany them. Still… eh! Sandan was proud to be an Air Command warrior, not a royal guard. There would be plenty of time and opportunity for adventure in the future.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xvi
The Stellar Council Confederacy of Planets called an emergency session while the Thuringi Armada still orbited Gali. King Lycasis Phillipi journeyed with a compliment of his Naradi Famede guards on the battleship Seetak to the space station headquarters of the Council. The Armada was in Crown Prince Stuart’s capable hands, and under Warrior Prince Darien’s protection directives. There was no official notice as to the subject of the meeting, but it was fair to reason it would concern the plight of the Thuringi.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter XV
The presiding ruler of Gali welcomed the Thuringi with a robust and hearty cheer. It was believed that the Gali counted Thelans among their ancestry, and it certainly seemed so to Stuart. Ebullient and quick, Governor Windom Madig was eager to speak to the Thuringi, and flew out to the Armada to meet them.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xiv
One day, the Insa sent out an excited message to the king and in no time, word passed around the rest of the Armada. The bran section among the hydroponic crops matured into a bumper crop and harvest time was at hand. The Freen also announced the sea life proliferated to the point that the excess of protein-rich pantele was ready for netting and consumption. The Thuringi would be self-sufficient again, and the severe rationing and constant servings of friaks would ease. It was the best of news, news that made Lycasis say a deep, heartfelt prayer of thanksgiving on Remembrance Day.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xiii
D’tai was a world of manufacturers and tradesmen, their busy crowded cities with their bustling commerce far removed from the relaxed atmosphere Thuringa once enjoyed. This was a world run on currency and its gleaming buildings were stacked like gigantic round coins or glass-enclosed rectangular promissory notes. The people of D’tai were dark-haired and prone to gain weight as they aged and prospered. They admired their yellow-eyed neighbors and had always enjoyed close fellowship despite the differences in cultures. They did not embrace each other’s cultural philosophy, but they did respect it.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism
BOOK 0: FIELDS OF FIRE Chapter xii
Gareth was not surprised when he was called to the Royal Chambers that evening. He was sure to be upbraided for his actions of late. After all, who was he to presume where the princess was concerned? Indeed, who was he to fight for or to court anyone? Cantina gossip or no, he noticed no woman looked his way lately, unless it was in speculation over his and Carrol's relationship.
By Jay Michael Jones3 years ago in Futurism