Like a Fox on the Run
Like a Fox on the Run
By
J Morgan Woodall
Book I of the Southern Sci-Fi Chronicles
Like a Fox on the Run
by
J Morgan Woodall
First Printing
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This story is intended as adult entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, sexual nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please do not read any further.
My Thanks To:
My wonderful family who inspire me to do more than just write:
Brittany, Landon and Layken, Jacob and Sydney
My parents, who taught me it was okay to stand up for what you believed and that there was nothing wrong with being different. I may not have turned out exactly the way you wanted, but I know you’re proud of me, because I believe in and I stand for something. Love you!
Tania Fitzgerald, P.A., for all the help, encouragement and time. In the dictionary beside selfless, there should be a picture of you.
Kaye, for making my manuscript into a book and making me a better author in the process. Your work here will bear fruit in books yet to be written.
Vanesa, for another great book cover! Catching their eye is half the battle!
Dedication
In memory of my Uncle Elvin
(1926-2016)
The inspiration for “Uncle Mud,” he loved his “Rocket City” and his “shittim wood” trees.
Inspired by:
The TV series Firefly (never given a chance by those morons at Fox)
The Electric Light Orchestra concept album Time
Somewhere Out There by Our Lady Peace
The sci-fi master Gerry Anderson
The overactive imagination of my teenage years
Heavy Metal magazine (mostly the cover art)
The girls of Japanese anime
Table of Contents
Introduction
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Epilogue
About The Author
Introduction
Science fiction has always been one of my favorite genres of reading. It ranks right up there with true crime, history and a good swashbuckler. Having said that, I’m not one who gets too deep into the science part of it. I’m not a scientist, a math whiz, or a computer guru. I don’t want to read something that, by the third chapter, I’m already looking back two or three pages wondering, “What the hell did I just read?” “Did I miss something?” or “Are they really wanting me to understand this new theory on the quantum physics of a black hole as it relates to the universe expanding?”
Yeah, ummm, ok … here’s the problem with all that: I’m not an astrophysicist. Stuff like that goes over my head and eventually I bore quickly of it. Either that, or it is presented in such a way that shames me for my ignorance of such theories. I’m a simple man who enjoys simple things. I want to be entertained, not lectured. I don’t want to feel like I’m being talked down to just because I don’t have a master’s degree in aerospace engineering from MIT.
I want a sci-fi story about things that interest me. Epic space battles with the forces of good and evil fighting it out in the great black void. Cool rocket ships with style and flare, as much a work of art as they are practical. Beautiful women in skintight flight suits armed with cool laser blasters; not just pretty faces, they can carry their own in any scrap.
Oh, you say you don’t have all that silliness in your thesis masquerading as a novel? Next!
Sure, there are people out there who are really fascinated by that mind-tripping stuff. That’s great … for them. With me, when it comes to science fiction, I’m more about the fiction. What can I say? I grew up in an era when Westerns were still popular, good and bad guys were easily distinguishable, and sci-fi was a bit more, shall we say, hokey. I’ve just always liked futuristic heroes lasering it out, getting the girls, and flying cool-looking spaceships. I like my sci-fi women sexy and exotic, with blue skin or green hair. Sometimes, they need rescuing. Sometimes, they kick your ass. But they always look hot doing whatever needs done.
Now, that’s my kind of sci-fi!
But, then again, I get it honestly. I was an 80s geek. I grew up with Jedi knights and dark lords and beautiful alien princesses. And let’s face it, Star Wars was not a movie that made you spend a lot of time thinking about the scientific elements of it. Did you ever ponder the technological challenges of hyperspace travel, a lightsaber, or the Death Star, somewhere off in that “galaxy far, far away?” Of course not! It was a fairy tale written to entertain, not to provoke deep thought (and if it did, it’s either time to move out of your parents’ basement, or you’re one of those MIT grads mentioned earlier). Even Star Trek, which, at times, tended to delve into more intellectual and scientific areas, shied away from explaining the detailed workings of warp drives, phasers, and maybe, the most curious and wondrous of all, that amazing teleporter.
If you’re my age, admit it (no, not your age!), how many of you, when you graduated high school in the eighties, thought that in the year 2016, we’d be flying