Excerpt: Galaxy Coin

There were no stars here. They had all long since died. All of them, even the small ones wrapped in protective nebula cribs with their vomulous clouds of gasses and great generated heat, they were dead too. It was the deadzone. And beyond the stiff void of the zone spiraled thousands of stars into infinity, but here in the deadzone, there was nothing. Then from the depts of the darkest of dark within the space something spiraled into being ripping through the very fabric of atoms that held together in a tight controled weave of the universe as something managed to push aside the atoms and force itself from one place to the next. Not like the smooth transition of gods where they slid through atoms traveling faster then even time, and leaving behind all sense of scope and space, where nothing existed, no light, no dark, not even time existed between atoms. But this was not clean, this was a tear, pure and instantanious, and a great hulk of metal screamed through space from the hole without uttering a sound. As soon as it was opened the tear closed itself again the atoms snapping back into place and if you could hear it the sounds would have brought tears to anyone’s ears. For it was the sound of the universe crying out in agony as it was ripped asunder.

Around it more and more rips appeared and massive ships the likes of which had never been seen rippled into existance around the first. First came the small sleek scouts, then the flying fighters, then behind them the battleships and flagships of the great fleet. They filled the deadzone with itself their volume a kin to a small moon’s entire capacity. They were a magnificent sight to behold as they drifted seemingly as lazy as dragonflies through the deepness of the void powered by no flame or engine ever seen. No rifts in their plating gave away what seemed to make them move as they hurtled through space at high speed though they made only slow progress. Then after much time the first scout winked out of existance, parting atoms before it and flinging itself into a nothingness where not even atoms existed, it was followed by the other scouts quickly and they all winked out of sight. Then followed by the sleek but deadly fighters as they performed in tight formation for whoever seemed to be onboard the great streamlined flagships and carriers. Once most of the fighters had winked away the greatest of the ships followed creating such a tear the universe thundered in pain, as it always did as a worm hole shifted through the very fabric of its being puncturing its body with its far reaching tunnel.

As quickly (relativly speaking) as they appeared within the deadzone, the fleet of magnificent ships, left, winking away into the void leaving behind no trace of their passing. Only the stars bore them witness as they glared balefully down from their place in suspencion in the sky hanging as if by invisible strings and twinkling as if approving of the events only they seemed to know would take place. For the starts are all seeing, all knowing, they knew.

Oh yes, they knew.

And before the last ship had vanished the singing of the stars began and echoed across the galaxy, and the rest of the universe even calling upon its cousins in far off galaxies who felt the tingling mixture of atoms and molecules moving to fast for light to catch as they tresended time and space and the song reached every rounded edge of the universe the second the creen was sung, and together the universe hummed.