Swirling low synths and a distant deepspace ship's alarm loom like a dark shadow in the overture of war. An impending sense of dreaded hyperCombat rises in a relentless, larger than life crescendo with thundering percussion, proud brass, and a string ostinato hook driving towards a confident, dark, heroic end.

A shrouded, chanting choir of monks blesses the deepSpace dreadnought ship in its maiden voyage to the unknown. A pulsing bass synth lays a driving bed of conviction underneath a lamenting solo cello. As the ship leaves the dock to distant, distorted alarms and massive percussion, strings sing to us of the rough trip to come. A rousing, soaring timbre of confident brass and strings sing us through the asteroid belt, to the promised limits of our understanding.

Low, creeping sound effects introduce us to a barren, cold world of the Singularity. Piano brings with it a melancholy tone, as if all humanity had been ripped from this once great landscape. Soaring strings and brass harken to the potential for life again, as the 3rd Act sings a story of retribution and defiance for this alien land.

Distant piano and brass lay a bed of bittersweet timbre, as churning strings ostinatos drive a detmined space craft through asteroid fields of pure danger. Modern, chest-thumping trailer percussion joins otherwordly braams and synths, driving us through a sci-fi saga of a proud, purposeful, never-ending quest for what lies beyond the impenetrable asteroid wall.

Warbling high synths and distant alarms set into motion, as mid-range synth ostinatos pair up with viola ostinatos, driving this daring unit of rebel fighters ever onward. Massive percussion then instills their veins with a confidence none of them had known til now. As the strings ostinatos turn from confident to brave, the low brass bolsters even the smallest among them. There will be finality today. And it will be without remorse.

A mournful solo cello sings a dirge among peripheral, eerie sound effects and low, plodding pianos. This is the edge of warmth. The farthest point from the sun they could possibly be. The suspense in the unknown grows as the low marching synth bass leads us through the perfect silence of space. The chord structure changes to pure tension, and a sense of hope as they come face to face with the impossible spirit of this expanse. A glow fills them, as proud strings and brass build with pulsing, brooding percussion from the limits of our universe.

Eerie, curious SFX litter the cave on this hidden, darkened planet. Then the expeditionary team sees it as their pulses race with the tension of strings ostinatos and brass crescendos...the Mirror Of Eternity is real after all. One among them, with the determined bravery of their people, steps to it, hand outstretched. Full-track staccato stabs rise into an unteneble tension, with swirling risers and low booms. Then an angelic synth organ, choir, and the glow of the sun bursts forward, pulling the scientist through. Now the real journey begins...

In the swirling mass of primordial stew, fantastic new shapes are taking form in the void. A sharp crack from a distant quasar sends pure energy and light through the defenseless structures, destroying everything it its path.

Two creatures swim in unison through colorless seas of hydrocarbon, rising to the surface to break through in a majestic, twisting aerial as time seems to stop. In the black skies, a tiny blue dot can barely be seen by the naked eye.

The ground crunches with each step across the arid soil of this alien landscape as our hero must cross the plain to reach supplies. Time is ticking and the pace quickens, lest this be known to future generations as the Funeral Plain. A caught in the moment cue with a cyberpunk vibe highlighted by cool synths to set the mood

Spacious and sci-fi, the synth pulses and backbeat of massive percussion drop us in the cockpit. Engaging Activation Sequence Alpha as the mainframe reactor hums to life. Fusion core reads stable just as a sharp metallic hiss echoes through the bay and the massive war machine’s thrusters flare to life. Initializing power flow, enabling tactical targeting, secondary plasma blades at 100%. Weapons...online. Our pilot smiles to himself, it's now or never. Here goes nothin.

A slow rolling, misty fog moves it's way through the alien foliage with hypnotizing swirls and grace. It would appear beautiful if it wasn't so deadly. A quick dawning of realization and our team is suddenly finding themselves on the run, seeking shelter and fast.

The light breaks through the solar eclipse, illuminating the rocky terrain of the canyon floor as the figures below ready themselves for action. The arsenal of warheads move in unison towards the ominous ship coming into veiw. Huge drums, huge strings, huge brass and an uplifting triumph await