It's time to imagine that it's 1989 and you've just landed a gig doing music for a martial arts action film that will be seen on about 4 movie screens and then released on VHS. The director tells you his film has everything which, after listening to him prattle on for 15 minutes, consists mostly of battles and love and war on a beach in Miami. Except it's in outer space and horseback bear wrestlers patrol the waters. "The music should breathe with subtle tension and pulse with eons of time," he tells you.
Armed with a bunch of beat up hand-me-down synthesizers and a drum machine that your older cousin let you borrow, you try your best or do your worst.