Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
"You'll slow me down."
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Public Lashes, Lies & Low Frequencies
- Thread starter Sommer Dai
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- gilded lies nar shadaa sommer
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael shoves off the wall. "You need someone who's unpredictable. Ghost's got you mapped like a star chart. He doesn't know me."
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
Andrew finally glares up. "You're not indestructible."
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael leans in. "Neither is she."
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
Andrew swipes a control pad.
Andrew nods. "Suit up."
The A.I.-linked remote jetpack — straight from Sommer's penthouse.
Andrew nods. "Suit up."
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael smirks. "Didn't think you cared."
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
"I don't. I just want someone to kick Ghost into the sea if I miss."
Kaelon Virex
Character
OCEAN FRONT – EARLY MORNING
Andrew's recon droids — small, spider-like scouts fitted with cloaking pulses — skim just beneath the ocean spray, navigating the fractured pier systems that haven't seen life in decades.
One pauses — then spots him.
Ghost.
Riding a black speeder-boat, cutting through the tide like a dagger. Wind snapping his coat. And behind him, tied like cargo—
A long black suit bag.
Sommer's body is zipped inside.
She twitches faintly.
The droid snaps footage and transmits.
Andrew and Kael receive it immediately.
Kael launches into the air, the borrowed A.I. jetpack flaring to life with a shriek.
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
Andrew's voice cuts through the comms:
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael:
Mann Dawncaster
G.H.O.S.T.
Ghost's boat slows as he nears the massive derelict cruiser — gray and monstrous, riddled with barnacles and broken comm towers.
He drags the suit bag to the docking platform, whistling softly.
"Time to wake up, darling," Ghost whispers, smiling. "Your admirers are coming."
He drags the suit bag to the docking platform, whistling softly.
"Time to wake up, darling," Ghost whispers, smiling. "Your admirers are coming."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The first thing Sommer Dai hears is dripping water. Slow. Echoed. The second is the sound of metal shifting — not machines, but old ship bones, creaking from pressure and rot.
Then she tastes blood in her mouth.
She stirs, eyes fluttering open to hazy light.
Everything is tilted. Her limbs feel heavy, her thoughts slow.
Her body lies atop a cold slab that was once a med table, her wrists strapped with silk-black binders — not for pain, but for display. The room smells of damp steel and spice. A tattered Imperial banner droops in the corner. Screens blink in and out of static, each one showing pieces of her past — stolen club footage, old bounty logs, even a childhood arrest record she thought destroyed.
Her reflection flashes across one of the screens — pale, smudged, disoriented.
Then the screen changes.
A camera feed.
A live view of the sea. Two figures streaking through the sky — black jet trails carving against the dawn.
Andrew.
Kael.
Coming for her.
She exhales a ragged breath, tears hot in her eyes — not from fear, but from the sudden rush of not being forgotten.
Then she tastes blood in her mouth.
She stirs, eyes fluttering open to hazy light.
Everything is tilted. Her limbs feel heavy, her thoughts slow.
Her body lies atop a cold slab that was once a med table, her wrists strapped with silk-black binders — not for pain, but for display. The room smells of damp steel and spice. A tattered Imperial banner droops in the corner. Screens blink in and out of static, each one showing pieces of her past — stolen club footage, old bounty logs, even a childhood arrest record she thought destroyed.
She struggles, but her body doesn't fully respond. Whatever Ghost gassed her with left a burn in her veins.
Her reflection flashes across one of the screens — pale, smudged, disoriented.
Then the screen changes.
A camera feed.
A live view of the sea. Two figures streaking through the sky — black jet trails carving against the dawn.
Andrew.
Kael.
Coming for her.
She exhales a ragged breath, tears hot in her eyes — not from fear, but from the sudden rush of not being forgotten.
Mann Dawncaster
G.H.O.S.T.
A soft voice speaks beside her.
"You always expected to be rescued, didn't you?" he says, crouching near her bound form, his breath warm against her cheek.
"Men with armor. Men with guilt. That's your weakness, Sommer. You surround yourself with people who need you so badly they'll bleed for the illusion of saving you."
"You always expected to be rescued, didn't you?" he says, crouching near her bound form, his breath warm against her cheek.
"Men with armor. Men with guilt. That's your weakness, Sommer. You surround yourself with people who need you so badly they'll bleed for the illusion of saving you."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She turns her head slowly toward him. Her voice cracks, but it's steady.
Mann Dawncaster
G.H.O.S.T.
He smiles behind the mask. "No. But you crave it. That's what makes you dangerous. Not to me — to yourself."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She spits blood toward his boot.
Mann Dawncaster
G.H.O.S.T.
He steps back, amused.
"You know," he muses, walking toward a wall-mounted control, "if I were cruel, I'd let them find you exactly as you are. Strapped down. Doped up. Screaming my name in your sleep."
He turns.
"But I'm curious more than cruel."
He presses a button.
Her restraints hiss and release.
Her arms collapse to her sides, weak but free. Her legs, too.
"You've got ten minutes to wake up fully," he says, turning his back. "After that... you'll decide who you really are."
The door closes behind him with a heavy clang.
"You know," he muses, walking toward a wall-mounted control, "if I were cruel, I'd let them find you exactly as you are. Strapped down. Doped up. Screaming my name in your sleep."
He turns.
"But I'm curious more than cruel."
He presses a button.
Her restraints hiss and release.
Her arms collapse to her sides, weak but free. Her legs, too.
"You've got ten minutes to wake up fully," he says, turning his back. "After that... you'll decide who you really are."
The door closes behind him with a heavy clang.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer lies there, trembling.
Her fingers curl into fists.
"I'm not a victim," she breathes.
"I'm not your trap."
She sits up, dizzy but conscious.
And she starts to move.
Her fingers curl into fists.
"I'm not a victim," she breathes.
"I'm not your trap."
She sits up, dizzy but conscious.
And she starts to move.
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
WHOOM.
Jet engines scream as Andrew Lonek and Kael Virex descend from the heavens, landing in a double-crash of sparks and iron. The metal beneath their feet groans under the weight.
Andrew's full armor gleams in the morning light, HUD scanning instantly.
Kael steadies beside him, the borrowed A.I. jetpack humming with power.
Jet engines scream as Andrew Lonek and Kael Virex descend from the heavens, landing in a double-crash of sparks and iron. The metal beneath their feet groans under the weight.
Andrew's full armor gleams in the morning light, HUD scanning instantly.
Kael steadies beside him, the borrowed A.I. jetpack humming with power.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael: "Good. I haven't punched a soulless bucket today."