Lightshow

Show Stopping Laser Designs

You Supply The Tunes - I'll Supply the SHOW!

SYNCHRONIZED LIGHT TO SONIC ENTERTAINMENT!

Anywhere in the Galaxy, any planet, any system - Lightshow is always available. Bookings - please contact via sub-ether

#44-282-9059

Prices negotiable, range from 5000€ to 25000¥¥ - state your preference and I'll accept any kind of cash, local or galactic. Cash up front, no checks or local credit cards accepted, sorry.

Guaranteed performance time of at least 1 local hour - The only limit is how long the party lasts!

Shipping and handling extra to Outpost locations and Contested Space. No performances in Vocorr Sector will be advertised, but requests will be considered!

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S-E #44-282-9059

A pulse-breaking beat shattered the eardrums of several thousand party-goers. They had paid pretty well to hear a band they thought would rock their world - but they didn't realize that the rocking would extend quite as far as it did.

As it stood, the band was rather talented, and Lightshow liked them a lot. She'd played with them in the past, and they were the ones who brought her on board for this gig. It paid pretty well. She fell into her routine - that word was a misnomer because every performance was quite different from the next - and the crowd fell off it's seat.

Every beat brought a spatter of color to the air, thrown from Lightshow's head, neck and wrist bands. The bassline was aided by a wave of pixellated imagery spewed from the light-guitar she carried. The light-emitting belt at her narrow waist put out an undulating pass of spectral colors, while the bands at her knees flashed with the drums and cymbals.

All in all, Lightshow seemed to know what she was doing. The colors her fashion accessories could produce ran through infrared and up into the ultraviolet spectrums as well, but she didn't have them tuned for that range for this performance - the mostly humanoid audience just wouldn't have appreciated it.

And that was what it was all about, wasn't it? Their appreciation showed in a loud shower of praise every moment of every concert. No matter where she played, no matter how the music turned out, they usually wound up talking about her. And, of course, she loved it.

When the final strains of the last encore died away, and people were exhausted along with the band's repetoir of songs, Lightshow packed it in with them and headed to her rented transport. It galled her that they still couldn't quite afford a real live starship for her - if she could master the art of biological teleportation that would be great too. Because mechanical t-porting was excrutiatingly expensive, even more so than a top of the line star cruiser.

When she got back to her home world, it was three days later. The equivalent of a u-haul van was left behind at its rental station, and Lightshow stomped away to deposit her hard earned cash - and to shower, which she felt she needed badly.

In fact, she didn't much sweat or produce any kind of unpleasant odors. It was the smell of the crowd, the band, the sweat wafting from the mass of people at a concert. The smoky air, the press of an adoring crowd... And, the ride home of course, in a small, disgustingly confined space which had previously been occupied by something which had left a grey-green stain on the seat.

***

"That's the one you're talking about? It looks totally insane." Todd sighed and leaned against his dragon Tagarok. The orange-blue lashed his tail a bit.

I told you, she's right. The advertisement says she would even perform in the Vocorr areas of the galaxy, that is a good sign that she would be willing.

"Todd, what are you looking at?" Sara asked, and her red-violet dragon asked the same of Tagarok. Solo 2 gazed at the advertisement hologram hovering in front of her partner and she furrowed her eyebrows. "Todd, that is the tackiest creature I've seen yet. I mean, look at those bellbottoms!"

"I was looking a little higher up, myself," Todd muttered and ducked instinctively. Sara wasn't too fond of him burying his eyes in every alien's cleavage. She laughed, instead.

"I'll save that revenge for later. Searaun says that Tagarok wants to meet her. Why?" The liberation-player and singer twisted her hair around a finger.

"Because he says she's going to be a rider, but... I don't know either. I was thinking more about asking her to come with us on our Black Hole tour."

"That I can understand, but dragon riding? Her?"

Sara and Todd looked at their Hathian Rave dragons, and suddenly realized yet again, for about the bazillionth time, that they were riding dragons in deep space, playing illegal rock and roll music broadcast through black holes and rips in spacetime... They played with space music pirates, and were chased by a legion of badass nasties who thought music and creative outlets were evil.

They set about locating this Lightshow person.

***

"So... what's her real name, anyway?" Todd asked, as Sara tried to get into the network via her liberation. The creature behind the big chrome and glass desk looked at him like he was insane.

"Lightshow is her name." She glanced at her long, way-too-shiny nails.

"But light shows are what she does." Todd said, still unconvinced.

"It's her name, can't it be her name too? What's the matter with you people? You humans are so predictable. Can't handle a simple title-name combo?"

Todd heard Sara in the background mutter, "besides, they call us "solos" now, and we answer to that, what's the deal?" But he ignored her and continued arguing with the receptionist. He wondered why she was stalling.

"Look," Sara said, exhausting the possiblities of raiding the local computer network with her keyboard (it was working, but she was bored and there was nothing of terribly great interest on their network, it was a cheap, old system) and instead turning on the oddly bald woman. "We need to speak with her, her advertisement said she'd do Vocorr space shows."

At that, the greeny-tinted receptionist threw up her hands in disgust. "Ah, you people! I want you to just go, okay? We stopped doing those shows. Too much jail time involved."

"Which shows were those, Loya?" A husky voice came from a doorway, and Todd and Sara were extremely pleased to see the woman named Lightshow standing there. She didn't look any different from her hologram - pale flat-white skin, eyes as black as night, and what appeared to be a chrome outfit. The lights on her clothing were off at the moment, but they appeared to be a permanent part of her wardrobe. Her hair was slightly damp, but it was quite fluffy under its band of white.

"They wanna get you back in Vocorr space and I just toldem no." Loya said, looking at her boss with a superior flick of her eyebrow.

"Well, what if I want to go back to Vocorr? They need some shaking up." Lightshow shifted away from the wall, and she walked like she absolutely loved wearing her clothes. Todd was kind of enthralled. Lightshow stood nearly a foot taller than he was, placing her past 6'6" tall. He noticed that her shoes were huge platforms, though.

"So you'd come along, we would be able to pay you some, but..." Sara said, "you know how it is out there, I think."

Lightshow waved her hand and smiled, her black lips sharply drawing into a knowing laugh. "Oh honey, I know it. Those losers hate my crew. Maybe we could work in trade. I've got some info stacks you might want, and -"

"And would you be interested in bonding a dragon?" Todd blurted out, and Sara nearly died. It appeared that Tagarok was tired of the small talk. He busted through Todd's mind and yelled hard enough that Todd was forced to speak.

Lightshow stood mutely for a moment, her oddly tattooed facial markings making her look somewhere between pissed off and utterly confused.

"What?" She finally stated, and Loya seemed ready to echo that.

"Dragons," Sara said, glaring at Todd for a moment and tossed her head. "Come see. You'll like them. They certainly seem to think you're rider material." She returned to her glare, because this was not the time to be mentioning strange shit like this.

For the Braethas Raug flight! It was held and there are eggs! Saeraun bespoke to all of them, eager to see what was going to happen. She and her partner Tag weren't exactly search dragon material, but they enjoyed the feeling of knowing when a dragon rider was near.

Stunned, momentarily, Lightshow looked around at the pair of large, sharp dragons. Tagarok took that opportunity to start sniffing at her hair. Lightshow took a bit of a defensive posture, but then realized that the dragon wasn't doing anything more than mussing her hair and getting her all nervous.

"He's cute. What's he doing?" She asked.

"He's deciding if you're really worthy of standing for a dragon," Sara said, resigned to this. Searaun agreed, this odd pale woman was supposed to come with them. They'd barely learned how to teleport and move through space, and they already had heard of a big hatching.

Rainbows. There will be rainbows, I am sure of it, and LOOK at her!! Searaun demanded, and Sara chuckled.

"It'd be at Cathair Fionabhainn, on Danach. Have you been there?" Todd asked, and Lightshow nodded.

"Once or twice. A strange place, kinda dangerous, two suns?"

Sara nodded, "eternal twilight. It's pretty cool."

Meanwhile, the dragons had had their way with Lightshow's aura or however else they determined her worth, and nudged Todd.

"They're convinced," Todd said. "Look, you don't have to go if you don't want to, but... We were really surprised by our little bundles of trouble."

"... They're really neat," Lightshow said. "And, they talk. That's cool. Loya won't like it. If I had a talking dragon I could ride into shows... ohhhhh yeah." She gave of a long, evil grin. "She'd totally be out of a job. I could contract and get there and ... hee!"

She danced around with glee for a moment, and then sobered up. "But you'd still have to pay me for a show. That doesn't change."

"... Sure!" Todd laughed. Their dragons set off to Danach, laden with a new passenger and her colorful gear.

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