The Music Hall CorridorDivergence Point(s): An inter dimensional island, within the bowels of creation.
Current Events: A trans-dimensional port, where the Spectres of worlds dwell, one layer above the Ninth Gate.
The ship creaked and lurched, an armoured behemoth, resembling a gun metal grey steampunk creation gone horribly wrong, a series of bulbous bow, bridge and quarter decks extending into a long exaggerated tail deck, giving the ship the appearance of a metal whale.
There the resemblance ended, with great scaffold like struts, wings and arrays patterning its plated hull, each titanium reinforced steel plate crisscrossed with Priminium lattice giving its hull a heavily scarred look.
Priminium was a poor man’s Mithral, a manmade alloy with inherent magical properties which in this case provided protection from the Cayce currents that slammed into the craft with equal ferocity to a hurricane.
They’d entered the home approach to Orzon, dropping out the planes of the Fifth Parallel and following their Sexton of Worlds down into a Labyrinth corridor leading to port.
The Labyrinths were even more dangerous than the Parallels, infected with emanations from anywhere in creation, this one infused with music hall singing from the 1930s echoing across the entire tube made up of a swirling cyclone, the singing was deafening and reverberated through every bolt and bone within the ship.
Ardrin Melanvor didn’t have a clue who ‘George Formby’ or ‘Frank Sinatra’ were, but he actually liked the tune of “Only You”, despite its deafening volume.
He watched from his vantage spot at the one of the bow windows, as distorted images of men in funny suits, slicked back hair and black and white shoes sang into a long metal pole with a bulbous end, flickered through the swirling blue cyclonic clouds.
“Only you can make this world seem right
Only you can make the darkness bright
Only you and you alone
can thrill me like you do
and fill my heart with love for only you”
Bottomley had sneered that Formby and Sinatra hadn’t even sung ‘Only You’, wrong time he grumbled, half the crew standing in the cramped mess didn’t have a clue what he was talking about, shook their heads and got back to their stations.
Ardrin could get away with not cleaning up the cabins, to watch the Labyrinth corridor, it was awesome, he couldn’t remember much of his life when he’d had a body, before he’d become lost but the sights he could see now.
“Only you can make this change in me
for it's true, you are my destiny
When you hold my hand
understand the magic that you do”
Lightning arced and bridged the gulf from the walls washing over the ship, the clouds head broke into an opening, a portal of sorts, Ardrin watched as the images changed to Black Soldiers matching with a funny walk beneath a red, white and black banner, all looked very serious.
“You're my dream come true
my one and only you”
The ship entered a huge area of turbulence, Ardrin was only a boy and bounced around heavily, bracing himself against the curved steel beam he crouched beneath, unfortunately this didn’t stop him striking his head against overly large bolts lining the metal.
Enormous elemental thrusters fired, stabilising the ship as she pulled free of the tunnel and losing its granting buoyancy, the surge spheres began to rotate upon their axis arms extruding along the sides of the ship, their usually dormant electric blue energies turning to molten amber as they strained to keep the ship aloft.
Unconcerned with the sensation that the ship was literally trying to fall out of the sky, Ardrin bounced up and down where he sat, Orzon, a Nowhere Port, he loved coming here, his favourite Storyteller after the Doc was here and he’d seen someone who he might have a story about.
He was so exciting.