I’ve Done It! Eloisia Is Here

fireworksGood morning and happy Friday. For as long as I can remember, I’ve looked forward to September because that was when the new television series kicked off. How many of you remember the summer we all waited with baited breath to find out “Who Killed JR?” the first time? Wondering what would happen next, whether or not he was dead, kept Dallas alive throughout the summer months.

As much as they are frustrating, I love television programs that never quite end in 30 or 60 minutes. I enjoy the way the characters and the plot develop. Think of Bones and Castle. One murder may be solved in the show, but the relationship changes and grows as the series goes on. One of my favorite television programs at the moment is Arrow, It took the entire season for Oliver to win the battle against Ra’s Al Gul, but did he really win or has he simply bought himself more trouble?

My husband loves sci-fi, and so do I. My love affair with the genre started in 1965 with Lost In Space, and then grew with the original Star Trek in 1966.  I’ve seen every episode of Buck Rogers,  Babylon 5, Star Trek, and all it’s spin offs, Stargate and its companion show, Battlestar Galactica, Andromeda, and Firefly. I’ve seen the Star Wars movies and John Carter, as well as a host of others. I especially enjoyed television’s Earth 2,but that series, like Firefly was over before it’s time.  I’ve read countless novels about space and thought maybe I could turn my hand at one of those, too. But I wanted to combine my two pleasures.

Before I go any farther, I want to pay special homage to my very good friend and author Danielle Doolittle, owner of www.doelledesigns.wix.com/doelledesigns for the beautiful cover for Eloisia. 

What I did was create Eloisia, a spaceship, lost in space, with terrorists aboard willing to do whatever it takes to sabotage and destroy the mission. I based her captain, Colonel James Striker on a combination of Jim Kirk, from Star Trek–the old and new combined, Malcolm Reynolds from Firefly, John Sheridan from  Babylon 5, and Han Solo from Star Wars. The romantic lead–and we know there has to be one, is Darla Edison, a shape shifting telepath, smuggled aboard the ship with her infant brother. Other significant members of the crew include Melissa Magregor, better known as Mags,  Chief Engineer, and  Alpha, the ship’s android brain capable of running the vessel and downloading her consciousness into a temporary robotic body–think, the android on the Green Lantern cartoon series, Andromeda, Seven of Nine, HAL, and Data all rolled into one. You’ll also meet  Clint Mathers, the Chief Medical Officer, and Cassie Connors, his nurse. The first episode rounds out the command crew with Cruz, the navigator, whose job is to figure out where the hell they are.

Since all of my ideas would be too much for a book, and knowing people don’t have as much time to read as they did, I’ve opted to write it as a serial. That gives me more Point of View  freedom, since I can have multiple viewpoints depending on the episode I’m in and still go back to the main characters, just like they do in television episodes. Every four to 6 weeks, a new episode will come out with the some of the same characters, and introducing a few new ones who, like the guys in the red shirt on Star Trek, won’t necessarily be back for an encore. I’ll bring in the saboteurs as necessary, put the ship and her passengers in danger, and encounter new races, new civilizations that will make life interesting for those aboard Eloisia. Each episode will take the story farther, and hopefully end on a cliffhanger that will bring the reader back for more. How many episodes? I don’;t know. It’ll depend on the readers and the crew of Eloisia.

So, there you have it. Readers will either love or hate the idea, but I had to give it a try. EloisiaFinal250x400Here’s the Prologue to catch your interest. I hope you’ll board the Eloisia with me and find out what’s out there!

Eloisia: Episode One Stowaway

Prologue

By the late twenty-fifth century, humans had all but destroyed Earth. Its stores of minerals had long since been depleted, its atmosphere so badly polluted that because of global warming, sections of the planet were dead, uninhabitable. Cities were overcrowded, disease and crime rampant among the masses who had lost all hope, all faith. Doomsayers constantly called for repentance, blaming technology and the decadent lifestyle of the earlier millennia for their suffering. Millions flock to their doors, bringing with them riches beyond imagining. No one expected the planet to support life much longer.

In their never-ending quest to prevent this disaster, politicians set aside old grudges, and with the science community, built space stations, places where humanity might continue. During such construction, engineers discovered a strange metal encased in the moon’s core. Lunar mining for the rare compound, a longer-lasting iron-like mineral that added incredible strength and durability to all metal-based alloys, especially those necessary for the construction of spaceships, was costly but well worth it. With stronger, faster ships, they set out to explore the galaxy and found the hope they’d lost.

Within a hundred years, some of those early ships returned, and humanity discovered it was not alone. Contact with the first of many aliens brought about health and prosperity not only for humans, but for Earth. With the help of their new allies and their technology, disease, hunger, poverty, and damage to the atmosphere were eliminated. The planet was gradually restored to its ancestral beauty, sections reclaimed, and animals and plants thought to be extinct brought back from the brink.

But not everyone was happy with the way things had gone. In the mid-twenty-sixth century, religious dissidents, fearing their loss of control over the disenchanted masses and the income it provided, tried to prevent the transformation of earthbound humans to space traveling entities. Calling space exploration and involvement with other species the devil’s work, the Children of Earth, a fanatic offshoot of the Doomsday theologies of the previous century, had condemned space travel, off-world exploration, genetic manipulation, and contact between species. They decried what they saw as humanity’s fall from grace by refusing to remain on the planet they’d been given and snubbing the laws of nature in favor of alien pleasures and technology. They revived the old, archaic fears of those different from them. They sabotaged space stations, the construction of new spaceships, destroyed genetics labs, power plants, and attacked and killed alien visitors to earth. Hunted by both human and alien authorities, Elias, the cult leader was eventually captured and brought to trial for his crimes. Because all life was sacred, he and his followers were found guilty and exiled to one of the newly restored areas of the planet. Swearing revenge, Elias and those who chose to stay with him, eschewed all alien-influenced technologies. Basking in their new-found hope for the future, humanity forgot all about the Children of Earth.

By the onset of the third millennium, they’d returned to their planet in droves. Earth’s atmosphere was pristine, its oceans teeming with life once more; rivers, lakes, and streams were so clear and unpolluted you could drink from them. Educational and technological advances ensured there was no poverty, no hunger, and thanks to genetic engineering and reproductive technology, overpopulation, like so many social ills of the previous millennium, was a thing of the past. Psychic research helped those gifted individuals develop the natural talents and abilities shunned by their backward ancestors. Birth defects and disease were eliminated, and humans, whether pure or part-alien, could expect to live long productive lives.

Members of the Intergalactic Peace Council, Terrans as they were known throughout the galaxy, were thriving. The last thing anyone ever imagined was that a group of fanatics, would bring about the end of time. Crazed members of the Children of Earth, the cult most believed extinct for more than three hundred years, had decided to take matters into their own hands and prove to humans, once and for all, that aliens and their technology were dangerous.

Infiltrating the lunar mining camps, they’d detonated a matter/antimatter bomb deep in the mine closest to the Tycho Crater, creating a cascade of explosions that had blown the back side off the moon. Because of its altered mass and weight, the celestial body that had hung above the Earth for millennia, moving through its orbit every twenty-eight days without fail, slipped its path and slowly began its inevitable journey toward impact with the planet.

Unaware of the extent of the damage his actions had cause and blaming the mutants, genetically enhanced humans and alien-human mixes, the new Elias revived the old fears and beliefs, and reacting to fear and warmongering, some people began to turn on others of their own species and their alien allies. Genetically enhanced humans were hunted like animals, alien-human children butchered, labs and technology centers destroyed. Claiming they were now on the creator’s intended path, Elias encouraged his followers to greater crimes in the name of purity and humanity. But, within months, the truth was obvious. He and his followers hadn’t saved humanity. Not as familiar as they should have been with the destruction they’d unleashed, they’d brought about Armageddon.

Earth scientists and their alien counterparts, trying to avert the disaster, managed to slow the rate of descent, but collision was inevitable. Plan after plan failed, leaving “abandon ship” as the only alternative. With the constant earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, super storms, and tidal waves, like rats deserting a sinking ship, humans scrambled for off-world transportation and placement. But the Children of Earth weren’t finished. In his mania, the new Elias proclaimed the creator had decreed that if the Earth was to die, then so should all of its species. Hoping for a reward in the afterlife, the zealots made sure the creator’s wishes were carried out. A man or woman truly convinced of their righteousness is all but impossible to stop.

Ship after ship, filled with both humans and aliens, were destroyed by the terrorists. Those lucky enough to escape Earth’s gravity made it to overflowing space stations, Martian colonies bursting at the seams, and alien planets capable of sustaining human life. Soon, in an effort to protect their own people, many species closed their planets to Terran refugees, frightened that the harbingers of death, the Children of Earth, might be hidden among them. No one could really blame them. Looking out for number one had become the order of the day.

Yet, some refused to allow humanity to vanish. In secrecy, the Intergalactic Peace Council built five ark-like explorer ships on Io, one of Jupiter’s moons. From the planet, space stations and colonies, they selected three thousand of humanity’s best, and loaded them, 300 genetically matched pairs of humans, including any children they might have, onto each vessel along with everything they would need to establish a new Earth. The chosen would travel in cryogenic stasis, much as their first space-going ancestors had done, for 1,000 months, the time it would take to reach a galaxy far beyond their own, searching for a planet where humanity could live and thrive once more. With seeds and embryos of Earth’s flora and fauna, each ship would chart a separate course, and it was hoped that one of them would succeed in re-establishing life as they knew it. If they found a home, they were to send a beacon back to the Milky Way Galaxy, and let those left behind know their fate.

Within a few years, as predicted, the moon crashed into the earth. All life was destroyed, and it was necessary to blast the few remaining chunks of the planet into space dust for the sake of the rest of the galaxy. Those few Terrans, living in exile, watched and waited as calendars counted down the months and years. When the thousandth month came, they turned their eyes to the sky waiting for a sign, any sign, but there was nothing. Without word from the ark ships, the last humans gave up hope and allowed themselves to be absorbed by other species. The new Elias had won.

Eloisia: Episode One Stowaway is a quick read , 72 pages, or 15,000 words depending how you measure such things. It’s available exclusively from Amazon. Plans are in place to have a paperback copy available soon

Until later, have spaceship, will travel!

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About mhsusannematthews

Finally retired after more than 30 years as a teacher! Now, I get to spend my time gardening, enjoying my grandchildren, and writing. I finally completed the number one item in my bucket list and Crimson Romance published my first novel, Fire Angel, in April 2013. Since then I have sold 24 other manuscripts to date and don't plan to quit writing for a long time yet.
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