Embedded Files
Non-diegetic Score
As usual, I composed them with Berlin Orchestra and Metropolis Ark 1.
Themes of Eclipse - Full Score 2.pdfOpening - Arrival on Descent
The screen is dark. A low hum grows.
A starfield slowly fades, replaced by the slowly rotating image of a battered planet — Descent. Scars of ancient wars etch the surface like veins. No heroic fanfare. Just quiet weight.
Cut to the inside of a troop transport. The camera lingers on Aria’s face, calm but steely, framed by the dim glow of control panels. Around her, soldiers ready their gear with practiced efficiency. No loud chatter — only the faint hiss of life-support systems and the soft click of weapons being checked.
Gordon stands nearby, glancing through a viewport at the planet’s surface below — shattered cities, smoke rising in thin columns, the faint orange glow of distant fires.
A voice comes over the intercom, calm and authoritative:
“Approach vector confirmed. Atmospheric entry in T-minus sixty seconds.”
Aria closes her eyes briefly, taking a steady breath. She opens a small worn case, revealing a folded, hand-drawn map — personal, fragile against the cold technology surrounding her. She tucks it away, a silent reminder of what’s at stake.
The ship rumbles softly as it pierces the upper atmosphere. Outside, the horizon shifts — the battlefield spreads out below in muted, grim tones.
No explosion. No fanfare.
Just the quiet inevitability of war.
The transport bay doors slide open with a soft hiss.
Aria steps forward. Gordon falls into step beside her.
Together, they descend the ramp into the ash-choked air.
The camera pulls back, showing the Iron Legion forces assembling — not a cinematic spectacle but a grim, focused readiness.
The distant boom of artillery rolls over the ruined plains.
Aria’s eyes sharpen.
The battle has begun.
Finish What You Started
The plaza is quiet, suspended in breathless tension. The Iron Legion forms a hard perimeter, their exosuits glinting wet under a bruised sky. A broken city surrounds them — towers hollowed by war, glass melted by plasma, monuments toppled.
Kaelen kneels on the dais. His wrists are bound. He does not bow his head. Before him, Aria descends the steps slowly, boots echoing in the water pooling on the stone. She wears no helmet. The crowd can see her face — expressionless, sharp, void of doubt.
Gordon stands on the periphery, helmet in his hands, rain streaking down his face. His eyes are locked on Aria. He knows what this is. This is the moment she crosses a line she can’t uncross.
Then—
A deafening crack in the sky.
A ripple of sickly violet light tears across the clouds. The air bends. Then shatters. From above, a vessel breaches into view — not Varkori, not Iron Legion, not known. It hovers silently, impossibly wide, ink-black and covered in writhing silver filaments.
The plaza falls into chaos. Guns raise. Screams. Civilians scatter. Drones hum awake, spinning to scan.
From the ship, a single figure descends — or rather, unfolds. Hovering above the broken platform: Lain, former scientist of the Citadel, once thought lost to the void. He’s alive — barely human now. Wrapped in a containment cloak. Something buzzes beneath his skin.
LAIN (voice static, warped):
“You’re all too late. It’s here.”
Aria stares up, blade still in hand. Not moving.
LAIN (drifting closer):
“The Oryn Collective — it’s not a people, Aria. It’s a logic. A solution. They don’t invade planets. They erase them. One by one. And now… they’ve found the weapon. The Crucible.”
Gasps. Even the Iron Legion shifts. Gordon steps forward.
GORDON (shouting):
“A weapon to end everything. Do you understand? They’re going to unmake the stars. This war doesn’t matter anymore!”
Aria turns. Slowly. Her hair plastered to her face in the rain.
ARIA (quiet, calm):
“You came all this way… to tell me the sky is falling?”
LAIN (desperate):
“I’m telling you this execution doesn’t matter. We need to leave. We need to warn—”
ARIA (cutting him off):
“No.”
She walks back toward the platform. Kaelen looks up at her — still defiant.
ARIA (steady):
“It does matter. This isn’t about saving the stars. It’s about finishing what we started.”
GORDON:
“Even now? Even with annihilation overhead?”
ARIA (to Gordon, voice like steel):
“If the stars die tomorrow, I won’t meet that death unfinished.”
She lifts the blade again. The crowd doesn’t move. Even Lain is speechless.
She swings.
(See "Martians in Silk Boots")
The Silk Boots are Here
The team found a dust-caked cassette player, miraculously intact. They listen
For a brief moment, the team lets down their guard. Vira laughs quietly. Even Aria smirks. Gordon leans back, eyes closed, letting the music wash over the gloom. But the moment doesn’t last. A low rumble creeps into the background — at first mistaken for part of the song — until it deepens into a trembling roar.
They freeze.
Outside, the horizon glows red. Varkori ships are descending — sleek, dark silhouettes blotting out the stars.
The song keeps playing absurdly, almost mockingly, as the team scrambles to grab weapons and supplies. Dust shakes loose from the ceiling as the bunker begins to quake. Gordon punches the eject button, but the machine sparks violently — the music warps and slows, distorting until it dies in a low, crumpled note.
The first blast hits the ridge. Dirt rains down. Aria shouts for everyone to move. They race out just as the bunker collapses behind them, engulfed in flame and rubble.
The Varkori has arrived. The moment of peace, absurd and brief, is over.
This is when the story ends. Gordon is dead and the world is ending.
The Edge of Eclipse
Aria, bloodied and dazed, kneels at the center of the battlefield—smoke drifting in spirals around her like ghosts of the fallen. Gordon’s lifeless body lies just behind her, his final words still echoing in her head: “Because I remembered who I was… when I was with you.”
She stares forward, numb, as the sky darkens unnaturally—a slow eclipse swallowing the sun, casting long shadows over the ruins. The weapon the Oryn Collective built has been stopped for now… but at a devastating cost.
A gust of wind catches the edge of Gordon’s torn cloak, fluttering it beside her. Aria slowly rises. Around her, Varkori and Iron Legion survivors stumble together—not as enemies, but as people. Some help each other up. Others just stand in silence, watching the sky.
Aria finally turns to face them.
Her voice is quiet, almost lost in the wind:
“He believed in something better. Even after everything I did.”
She lifts her gaze toward the darkening sky.
“We have to be better.”
Diegetic Music and Sketches
I experimented with AI music creation using Suno. For "Martians in Silk Boots" I did some sound design, adding dialogue and sound effects.
This suite is my initial sketch for what the score should feel like. Along with many themes from the score.
The team finds a working cassette player and plays some music. It is a moment of peace.
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