═════════════════════════════════════════════ ✦ USS Jules Verne ✦ Season 2 a Star Trek Fan Series · Soundtrack ═════════════════════════════════════════════ 🎵 The Khitomer Summit🎵 Part II Original Score by Darek Stargazer © 2025 CC BY-NC 4.0 A tribute to the spirit of exploration, legacy, and hope. ═════════════════════════════════════════════ 🌐 [suno.com/@darek_stargazer] 🎨 Cover Art generated with Sora 🖋️ Composer · Sound Designer: Darek Stargazer ═════════════════════════════════════════════ 📡 Unauthorized use or duplication is prohibited. 🔭 Join our german creative crew: https://discord.gg/storytellerz ═════════════════════════════════════════════ Movement III – Romulan Lounge Music (00:00 - 03:19) Movement IV – Eietha’varu, rihannsu-na (The Wandering Stars) (03:19 - 07:50) Fan-Fiction Story: The Jules Verne’s crew stepped cautiously through the dim corridors of the provisional Romulan station on Khitomer. The distant hum of security fields and the faint chatter from the negotiation halls filled the air, and flickering lights along the metallic walls lent the place an almost fragile warmth. After days of tense diplomatic briefings and orbiting fleets, the crew welcomed this brief reprieve. The lounge was modest—scarred furniture, a few scattered tables, and a low bar where a synthol-like beverage bubbled quietly. A faint haze of incense-like aroma lingered, clinging to the alien wood paneling. The crew settled into the uneven chairs, some loosening collars, others simply closing their eyes and exhaling. Soft, ethereal music floated from a set of instruments tucked into the corner: plucked strings resonating like distant planets, metallic chimes punctuating the air, and pads that seemed to stretch beyond the walls of the room. It was quiet, gentle, a lounge in the truest sense—a place for reflection and subdued conversation amidst the high-stakes negotiations just beyond the walls. “Feels like we’ve finally found a moment of calm,” murmured one officer, tracing a finger along the rim of her glass. “Not entirely,” replied another with a faint smirk, “but for a heartbeat, yes.” Their chatter wove into the music, light and ephemeral, as they shared stories of small triumphs and near misses, of stars glimpsed through the observation domes, of fleeting moments of relief in a universe of endless motion. Laughter came sparingly, but when it did, it was a soft, relieved sound that blended perfectly with the bar’s subtle harmonics. Then the murmurs quieted, as a new presence entered. She moved with quiet grace, though her eyes carried the weight of experiences too heavy for words. Her Romulan features were sharp, almost ethereal, softened by a shadow of loss that lingered around her shoulders like a cloak. The crew instinctively drew themselves a little straighter, caught between curiosity and reverence. She approached the small stage in the corner, where a single microphone waited. The ambient instruments adjusted automatically, the metallic chimes and plucked strings taking a tentative step back, giving space for her presence. She paused, closed her eyes for a heartbeat, and began to hum—a low, almost whispered melody that seemed to gather the memories of Khitomer itself. It was hesitant at first, like a fragile thread stretching across the room. The crew leaned in. There was a fragile intimacy in the sound, a bridge between the alien and the familiar, the lonely and the shared. Slowly, her voice strengthened, taking on a sorrowful, yet resilient tone. Each note carried traces of a past filled with both loss and beauty, a life shaped by exile, survival, and hope. The lounge seemed to transform—the air thick with a poignant warmth, lights shimmering faintly in response to the vibrations, the soft hum of instruments enhancing her presence rather than competing with it. The music and her voice intertwined, creating a tapestry of sound that spoke of distant stars and ancient memories. Officer pairs exchanged glances, some silent, some smiling, all absorbed. It was a song not just of sorrow or nostalgia, but of endurance, of finding beauty even in the shadow of what had been lost. The melody swelled gently, carrying the listeners from quiet reflection to tentative hope, as if the very architecture of Khitomer acknowledged the weight and the lift of the performance. When the final note lingered in the air, soft and echoing, the room stayed silent for a heartbeat longer than expected. Then, slowly, applause began to bloom, gentle at first, then more assured. But the crew remained seated, savoring the resonance, allowing the music to sink into their bones, a reminder that even in the midst of political tension and interstellar stakes, moments of connection and beauty remained possible. She lowered her gaze, a soft smile brushing her lips, and the music faded back into the background, the lounge returning to its low murmur of conversation and subtle instruments. For the crew of the Jules Verne, the world beyond the windows—the harsh stars, the weight of diplomacy, the uncertainty of Khitomer—remained, but here, in this suspended space of sound and light, they had been held, however briefly, in a fragile, perfect peace. ____________________________________________________________________ [Verse 1 – Rihanic] Hei’leth i’se Telerai, mnei i’ha’dor eietha’varu. Ri’lor tr’khina, wavren ei, sāhe’ran irhasu. [English] Beyond our ancient skies we carry the wandering stars within us. In the traces of the night we survived, we find our memories again. [Verse 2 – Rihanic] Vasu tr’vioren, s’ael riha, khre’taeth ihrai dhenor. Eiæ t’lennu, ssuajh t’maeleth, riha t’lhierr khina. [English] Our voices, strange yet familiar, sound like a distant call home. In every breath, in every spark of life we preserve the old warmth. [Chorus – Rihanic] Eietha’varu, rihannsu-na, jolan t’reletha vri. Eietha’varu, khellian-a, saeihr tr’fai humi. [English] Wandering stars, children of Romulus, peace be with all that we remember. Wandering stars, warriors without war, our souls burn quietly on. [Bridge – Rihanic] Ssuavek i’temar, khrein t’lehavru. Ael’vereh, ael’rhian, rhae t’fai rihansu. [English] In the shadow of loss our light grew. New paths, new home, and yet we remain ourselves. [Chorus – Rihanic] Eietha’varu, rihannsu-na, jolan t’reletha vri. Eietha’varu, khellian-a, saeihr tr’fai humi. [English] Wandering stars, children of Romulus, peace be with all that we remember. Wandering stars, warriors without war, our souls burn quietly on. [Final Chorus – Rihanic] Eietha’varu, rihannsu-na, jolan t’reletha vri. Eietha’varu, khellian-a, saeihr tr’fai humi. [English] Wandering stars, children of Romulus, peace be with all that we remember. Wandering stars, warriors without war, our souls burn quietly on. [Outro – Rihanic] Jolan tru, eietha’varu, jolan tru, vrih i’khina. [English] Peace to you, wandering stars, peace to you, who move onward.
