EXERCISE Theme Song #5

Discussion in 'REFINING WRITING' started by Celest, Mar 29, 2012.



  1. [video=youtube;B62I0FnL8sM]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B62I0FnL8sM[/video]

    Music touches people in different ways. Many people enjoy listening to music for inspiration, and others simply listen to it to relax. Some songs tell stories while others allow you to make your own story.


    Your challenge:

    Listen to the song above then take a minute or two to think about it.

    Write out a scene to this song; make this song your scenes theme song.

    Let me know what you see when you listen to this music.

     
  2. Picket Fleet 31 was doomed. That much was clear. Against an invasion fleet like the one on the screens, even running wouldn't have been a viable option. Not that Commodore Tisen was one to run.

    The fleet was washed in an eerie calm as technicians did last minute checks, gunners lined up their sights, and crewmen of all stripes made final prayers to their gods of choice. A lone courier boosted away from the fleet, its pilot pushing the craft for everything it could withstand to get warning to the Capital in time.

    The invasion fleet inched into range, and then the Commodore's voice went out over the comm net. "All Ships: Fire at will."

    Picket Fleet 31 may be doomed, but they'd be damned if they were going to go without a fight.


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    I had a lot of imagery packed into this, actually, and I'll try to put it down on virtual paper soon.
     
  3. (Double post because I feel the need to post the imagery seperately)

    Quiet. A fleet of ships in an isolated system.

    A brief flurry of activity. A panicked shout. A calm admonition. An overwhelming force appearing on tactical screens.

    A pilot roused from sleep, hurriedly jamming himself into a uniform and bolting for his craft.

    A gunner rubbing at his console, trigger finger twitching.

    The forces on the screens resolving, gaining definition. A muffled curse.

    A hand on a microphone. Someone's obviously speaking, but we can't hear it. A crewman blanches.

    One crewman prays for courage. Another forgiveness. Yet a third, for blessings in battle.

    A small ship blazing away from the fleet, away from the invaders. Word must reach Headquarters.

    A moment of complete and utter stillness.

    A man's voice. "All Ships: Fire at will."

    The fleet, blazing with fire and light. Ships lit with a corona of destruction. A ship detonates under the defenders' assault. Then another.

    A defender dies in a flash of actinic annihilation.

    A crippled defender rams an attacker, taking them both into a devastating cascade.

    Nothing.






    A conference room with maps on the walls and table. "Dispatch Third Fleet to intercept..."


    Silence.
     
  4. The ships nose peeked around the corner of the island, exactly where Captain John Magnus thought it would. He’d been searching for that ship for as long as he could remember. He was going to get it, one way or another he was going to take the ship from the pirates currently in control. Putting down his looking glass he smiled and ordered his men to set sail, full speed ahead. If they could meet the ship before they were spotted it would be theirs.

    Silently they slid through the water, like a shark on the move of its prey. Yes he liked that thought, he was like a shark and the ship was his prey. The moment they could see the ship clearly was a moment too late for the other crew. John held up his hand and once they were side by side with the other ship yelled, “fire,” at the top of his lungs. All of the large cannons went off, a cloud of smoke and a deafening sound followed the destruction of the other ship. He wanted the ship yes but he wasn’t afraid to break her first.

    The crew of the rival ship scattered, a few jumped overboard than risk being blown to bits like their comrades a moment before. “That’s right sea rats, scurry home.” the captain said a smile playing on his crooked and decayed teeth. His crew howled and hooted at the other crew, taunting them, threatening. The order to move in was fast approaching. One more volley and he would send them in. by now they would have already reloaded, “fire,” he yelled once more, again he was met with the beautiful music of death and destruction.

    Walking down the steps from the stern he went to the side of the ship and stared hard at the other captain. Now was their chance. “All aboard.” His face contorted in a crocked grin as he unsheathed his sword and grabbed a rope. The first to set food on the rival ship he slashed and stabbed survivors who fought him while his crew covered him. they had he ship, it was theirs at long last. “Surrender and I might let you live.” The other captain said as John pinned him to the wall. Smiling, eyes filled with greed he ran his sword threw the other captains gut and claimed the ship as his. So much for the other’s brave front.