The original V TV series from the 1980s shaped my world in ways unimaginable. Having been a 12-year-old at the time, my psyche was a blank canvas. Typical tropes, of Good Vs Evil, fascism and roguery, Us V them, reasons to go on a hero's journey. V made me dream. Dream of other worlds, worlds within worlds, other aliens. One dream resulted in the tiny seed that after 36 years of collecting who knows what, living life resulted in images/symbols to words on paper. One thing I found of interest is that I was not the only one who had V fever dreams straight from the primordial cognition. We had similar dreams, similar cast at least back in the 80's when we had no internet. What a time to be alive and have such a media as this for fans. The one common thread of the dreams, be they mine or friend acquaintances. Visitors have many enemies, a feline race one such race is the Ra'Kati~(not to be confused with the Kilrathi,(wing commander~ great game, but the cats there don't work with the images in my head). Even sent in a full character list with the two main characters to Ken Johnson, penciled in as best as possible then carefully chalked colored and set with aqua net... because that's how it was done in the day... The timelines here seem to be quantum at best, the reading is exciting and enjoyable. Check out the original Stabby Tabby in two short excerpts from "A beginning" as she fits into the V consciousness. Thank you. E.L.

All rights to Ken Jonson AC Crispin and Howard Weinstein, without them this world would never ever be.*

“So.. my people, they will be there?” Sydney looks over at a late-middle-aged human male his black hair thinning on top. Hamilton Tyler former CIA operative, current LA resistance member of 25 years, looks over at the small feline alien. He arches the traditional Ham Tyler a brow at her. It’s a silent signal from him to her, to stop whatever it is she is doing. “Shit, hope I look OK...” She looks in the sun visor mirror and smiles showing her fangs, fluffing her shoulder-length messy hair.

“At the resort, per Martin,” Ham says tersely trying to dissuade her from any more questions or pestering. “Waiting just for me?” He looks over at the small alien woman with the golden fur and red curly hair with white /gold streaks. Brown aviator glasses, hide a pair of amber-colored eyes, with black vertical pupils. Sydney is a bipedal felid alien complete with fangs, claws, tail and short rounded leonid ears. Sydney purrs, roars, hisses merrephs, huffs, and chirps. She is fluent in English, Japanese and swearing. She is a vicious recon specialist and a bad singer. Who knows what she will be after today.