Void Station
Palace Theater
The theater was pitch black and silent. Inside Void station's palace, the private vestibule of entertainment had been rented for a single meeting. The third row up, best seat in the house was sanctioned and reserved for a dynamic business woman who was known up and down the Mara Corridor for her excellent business practices, and impressive resume of association with just about every known and unknown company this side of the Hydian way. Granted she was a known associate for several criminal types, but that was hardly a faux pas in the Galaxy. The exclusive invitation was afforded the red-head based on her ability to manage and mediate circumstances and arrange things with such precision, that it was hardly a wonder why she had been chosen. Comfortable elegant chairs spanned the rows, and facing the center stage which for the time being remained unlit. The Illusionist they called Mirage was already a famous name throughout the intergalactic entertainment circuit. He had been already through several tours of various shows, but there was a limit as to how much one man could accomplish. The allure of the stage, and the ability to be a public relations sensation did not always require the same mind, or same vision. Silence reigned as the preparations were underway, keeping the audience of one in speculative suspense while she resided alone, and awaiting the show to begin. "Time"
A voice reigned from nowhere and everywhere at once. The tone and pitch of it, unearthly and nearly cosmic in nature. It resounded off the walls, but was not loud enough to deafen, but to capture attention. The disembodied vocals rang throughout the theater until the last ebbs of the sound waves dissipated into obscurity. Just as the sound died down a breeze filled the theater, rushing passed the woman , and rustling her fiery locks. On stage, slowly something began to emerge from the vacant black, illuminated in and of itself as a shape emerged. A perfectly round circle glossed over as two distinct black markings sliced across it's canvas becoming physical and pronounced. The image of a clock ticking down was accompanied by the rapid clicks of each standard second that passed.
"Step into the wormhole of the ages, and discover the beginning."
Again an enchanting and dulcet tone swept over the theater as rest of the theater remained motionless and silent save for that ticking clock. Soon the ticking began to echo, like the voice had before it too slipped out of audible range. The longer the clock ticked floating there on stage, the more the second hand's click echoed until it began to merge together indistinguishable from the next tock. A dull roaring echoed from behind as the breeze came back, rushing passed the clock and towards the woman. As if she was thrust into a moving tunnel where no light reigned until all at once a blast of air was ejected as if the motion had suddenly ceased. The clock stopped ticking for two....three....now four seconds.
"Space."
An explosion of light ripped apart the clock as the stars shot out in every conceivable direction. Nebula formed in the fractions of a second in stunning detail. The Galaxy wrapped around the theater touching every crevice. There were not mere holograms though, upon closer inspection and touch they even radiated a tangible energy, but still passed right through solid objects. Even small arcs of electricity would leap across the surfaces of the planets and moons should she touch them. Not enough to even feel, but still present. Then the click of shoes echoed in the distance as from the depths of the star studded Galaxy a figure stepped onto stage. Garbed in a dark black suit with highlights of color splashed here and there, just enough to accent the features. A face obscured by an ultra-chrome mask that reflected the heavens in their infinite beauty. To the observant eyes, he seemed to be stepping into the void of space itself, seemingly floating on nothing but the black abyss.
"The infinite black, and where the stories of the ages lay unfurled and ever changing like the path of the stars themselves."
Mirage spoke, the voice obviously coming from him as he reached out, and with one of the three digits of his gloved right hand, touched a single star and pushed. The star burst from his finger and lit up the expanse, rocketing across the scene with a trail of ice blue tearing behind it. Then raising both hands, and as if gripping the great void of space itself, he turned the constellations, nebula, and planetary systems with grace and ease, slowly spinning them to orbit himself.
"The philosophers of old once stated that the Galaxy itself was an ever expanding chasm of billions of stars that reached from the beginning to the end of time. While others that looked at this majestic tapestry have speculated that all of this, could in fact be just a miniature mobile of life that could be held....in the palm....of your hand."
As Mirage spoke each hand began to slowly contract towards the other, pushing the breath-taking display of the Galaxy they both knew into a smaller and smaller size. Constricting and contracting it, causing the amazing display to shrink and contract further and further still. Soon the entire lot of the theater's mesmerizing display was not pressed and miniaturized into a single floating cube between the Illusionist's gloved hands. The light had faded, and only the illumination of the Galaxy within his grasp, and his own attire lit up his form.
"I quite agree."
[member="Danger Arceneau"]
