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10 January 2054: 0130 MST
In the back yard of a large, rambling ranch house just north of highway 60 between Soccoro and Magdalena, New Mexico, Jeremy Stone, shivering in the sub-zero weather, presses his eye against the cup of the ocular, his pulse quickens and breathing becomes difficult. There can be no mistake, but what he is seeing is...is impossible. All his life, well, up until today, he has wanted to find one, but...but this sight is unreal, incredible, unbelievable. He steps back from the eyepiece and closes his eyes for a few minutes, then leans down to take another look. No, there is no mistake. It is no illusion. They are there. Tough to see, yes, but they are there.
I sure hope they're bright enough for my gear to track, he thinks.
Jeremy taps a series of numbers into the keypad he holds in his gloved hand and the system gives the signal that it has locked on the target and tracking has begun. Out in the computer shed, data recording and automated orbital reduction processing for later transmission to the International Astronomical Union also begins.
"Dad," he shouts at the intercom. "Dad, dad, come on out here...quick. Hurry."
Jeremy's father, Wendell Stone, pushes at the sliding glass door that opens onto the patio. He pulls his old woolen Navy watch cap, the ancient one his wife keeps tossing out and he retrieves repeatedly from the trash, down to cover his ears, and trots over to the small observatory he and Jeremy built during the summer to house Jeremy's new two meter telescope and attendant computer systems.
"What? What is it, Jerry?"
"You're not gonna believe this, dad. Take...take alook," Jeremy says and steps away from the scope to make room for his father who, like Jeremy, is puffed out to almost double his girth in a quilted, down-filled jacket.
"Well, what do you know about that?" his father says. "You found one. And it's a beauty, too. Have you checked the computer data to make sure it's not an existing-?"
"No, dad. Let your eyes adjust a little more and take another look-and yes, it's a new one-they're all new ones."
"They?" his father says, leaning back from the eyepiece with his eyes closed. "What do you mean, they ?"
"Just look again, dad. Tell me how many you can see."
After another minute of resting his eyes in total darkness, Jeremy's father opens them and returns to the eyepiece. Jeremy watches impatiently as his father concentrates on trying to see with his old man's eyes what is trapped faintly in the eyepiece. His father gasps and almost staggers back from the scope.
"Well, I'll be damned," he says under his breath. "I'll be damned." He looks again and Jeremy figures it's probably to convince himself he's not seeing things because of Jeremy's suggestion in the plural. He pulls away from the eyepiece and looks at Jeremy who is standing, barely visible, in the dim red glow of the service light.
"Well?" Jeremy asks. He is aware his voice is oozing anticipation and excitement but, considering the circumstances, he doesn't care.
"I...I counted five of them. Is that what you saw?"
"No, Old Eyes . I saw...seven. Let's go to the computer room where we can enhance them on the screen and suppress Sirius so they're a lot easier to see. Besides, it's a heck of a lot warmer in there."
The two of them leave the dome and make their way across the crust of snow and ice that crunches and crackles under their boots to the small building adjacent to the observatory. Once inside and the door is closed against the bitter cold, Jeremy turns on the automated system's visual monitors.
"There. See? There are seven of them in a group. Oops, sorry...eight of them. They're so faint they get washed out against the glare of Sirius."
"Another Shoemaker-Levy 9?"
"No, dad. They're too far out to have been broken up by anything and, according to the track the system's calculated for them, they're on a hyperbolic path. It's their first and last visit to the sun."
"Oh, my...God. Quick, Jerry, connect to the Union and start transmitting your data. Wait 'til your mom hears about this...she'll flip. You're going to be famous, my man-if you get in before anyone else does. Go, man...go, go, go."
"It's already running, dad. See? The receipt signal just came on."
They rush across the yard to the house for a cup of hot chocolate to toast Jeremy's discovery. In their hurry to celebrate, they don't notice the red warning light flashing news of a possible collision event.
Copyright © 2007 J. Richard Jacobs.
Posted November 5, 2009
Without revealing the story line. This book takes place within the next 50 years and covers what happens when a global disaster is found to be arriving in just a few years. The book covers what the likely global government response would be and what determined individuals try to accomplish. This is the first of three books and I hope the next ones are just as good.
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Posted December 17, 2012
NAME~Commander Storm Cloud, often called Cloud, Cloudeh, Stormian or Stormy.••AGE~14••GENDER~Femme (female in Cybertronian speaking)••APPEARANCE~Dark brown eyes always with a mischivious twinkle, dark brown almost black curly hair. Wears sapphire earings on special occasions. Also wears a penny on a string, the penny has a cross cut through its middle. Wears a white helmet most of the time, with blue shirt, pants and hightlights on the helmet. White gloves and boots that also have blue highlights. Shoulder armor in the color white is also often worn. Around her right wrist is a bracelet with a rainbow on it, in the center of the rainbow is a button. Beside the rainbow bracelet is a high-tech watch with numerous buttons around the sides; tells time acurately in both Earth and Cybertronian ways. She wears also three belts, one on her thigh with a knife sheath, the other is a bit too large for her waist so it holds her longsword sheath and the third is for the usual belt use.••WEAPONS~Longsword and Knife both glow blue on the sharp edges, enabling her to cut through anything. Also has a bow, much like the Avenger Hawkeye's bow.••FAVE BOOKS~Dragonriders of Pern, Transformers Classified, Abby Adventures, and Nancy Drew.••FAVE MOVIES~The Transformers, Transformers Beast Wars, Transformers Animated, Unicron Trilogy, Transformers, Transformers Revenge of the Fallen, Transformers Dark of the Moon, Transformers Prime, Lord of the Rings, Batman, Spiderman, (too many to list at once...)••FAVE ANIMALS~Horses, Dogs, Cats, Wolves.••FAVE ACTIVITIES~RP, reading, writing my Fanfictions, drawing, horseback riding when i can, and creating things with pipe cleaners.••STATUS~dont even ask. Im not lookin fer bfs all the time, cuz i belive in FUN AND FRIENDSHIPS! ^~^••FAMILY~MOM: Cali, DAD: Nathan, SIBS: Sam, Heart, Flash, Dark, and last but not least, Alexeh.••FRIENDS~Xavier, Alexeh, Sam, Myst, Lacy, Dell, Ashlee, Miko, Claire, Cobra, Kat, Chris, Aaron, Candace, Logan? Canine, Stormeh, Greece, Fire, Cap, Natasha, Laura, Honor, Chrissy, Scott, Kitty, Ebony, Ziggy and... Nightwing of Blazeclan!••RP CHARRIES~Hawkeye, Hank Pym (Ant Man), Anthony (Tony Stark), Nightcrawler (Curt), Warren (Angel), Furyclaw, Dreampaw, Powerpaw, Snowkit, Softkit, Glow, Azuresnow, Dark, Flash, Optimus Prime, Wishbreeze, Patchsparkle, Mosskit, Flashkit, Hirofang, Starshine, Furyfang, Firekit, Lovekit, Silverstream, and Thunder god Thor.••FAVE RANDOMNESS LINE~Pickles are Pink bcuz Pumpkins are purple!••STORIES WRITTEN OR IN THE MAKING~THE AVENGERS AND PHILOSOPHY, DISCOVER, and the randomness posts at 318.•••••••••••••••••••••••Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 23, 2012
Posted August 23, 2012
Storm Cloud Rising is a fictional story of survival preparation from a
pending apocalyptic meteoric bombardment of Earth. Written by J. Richard
Jacobs as the first of three books in the Rain Trilogy, SCR starts with
immediacy and the action only accelerates – it’s a real page turner!
There are no lulls in the plot, and had I not been interrupted, I would
have finished reading it in one sitting instead of two. Jacobs is nearly
poetic in his lush descriptions, and his dialog is crisp and realistic –
superior to many stories I’ve recently read. He shows humanity at its
best and worst, with government bureaucrats often being depicted as the
latter. This is a book of real science, and is worth reading, if for no
other reason than to see how some would deal with an improbable, but
possible scenario. – Randy Dutton, CDR USNR-Ret., author of The Carbon Trap.
Posted October 8, 2011
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