The Retreat

People in many worlds fight the same thing: betrayal, oppression, brute violence, ignorance. They rise to the occasion in different ways – or fail to rise. The sapient dogs of kudzu-covered Atlanta escaped slavery, came together in the Great Pack, and now seek to strike against their once Masters. Two immortal men from a dead Brotherhood choose different paths to the same end: dragging mankind up out of the muck and into the stars on their world. In deep space, the seeds of violent conspiracy are laid when a transport ship is detonated beneath its crew, leading to an investigation which could turn up that which cannot be put down again. In another time, a 20-foot long Utahraptor from the Cretaceous is elected president with unexpected results, including his campaign promise: “I Probably Won’t Eat You.” What’s going on here? How are these things related? Is this science fiction or fantasy? Questions. There are always questions. (This is the  90 page pilot of a t...

REACH-1 INT. OUTSKIRTS OF MEDIEVAL FARMING VILLAGE - NIGHT A man in a dark cloak and very little other shape creeps through the shadows on the edge of town. A town guard patrols down the middle of the mud rut that serves as the main drag. The guard flicks his gaze hither and yon and looks completely unconcerned. A second guard emerges from the one cross lane from behind the blacksmith's. GUARD #1 Quiet night. GUARD #2 Not quiet enough. GUARD #1 Macgreggor? GUARD #2 Oh, so you've done the walk up by the farms? Guard #1 laughs and slaps #2 on the arm before he, too, begins to chuckle. #2's eyes are haunted while he does. GUARD #1 Yeah, old Macgreggor is something. I don't know what he loves more, his pigs or his daughters. GUARD #2 I would worry more he can't tell 'em apart! GUARD #1 I'd worry more  I  can't tell 'em apart! I'm supposed to be with Suzie next Tuesday. GUARD #2 The d...