Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Public Lashes, Lies & Low Frequencies

Andrew's plasma spike has speared through his side — sizzling through armor, into flesh. His head hangs low, breath ragged. But even now, his free hand tightens on the hilt of his saber-pike. His jaw clenches beneath his shattered half-mask.

Ghost (rasping): "You think this ends with me…?"
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Kael and Sommer stand at the bay door, watching as Andrew emerges from the dark. Helmet under one arm. Blood on his jaw. Burn marks across his armor.

Sommer's eyes meet his. She says nothing.

Neither does he.

She takes one step forward.

Then another.

And slowly… rests her forehead against his chestplate. Her hands tremble. He wraps an arm around her — careful, slow — like she's glass.​
 

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