Private Sommer Twins

[Andrew Lonek]

The shuttle's repulsors hummed as Andrew Lonek's sleek personal transport settled onto the landing terrace of his fortified cliffside villa. Sunset spilled a fiery orange across the horizon, casting golden light over the polished stone and transparisteel architecture of his estate — a secluded haven of modern power, long unvisited.

He stepped off the ramp wearing a dark cloak over scuffed travel gear — a man just returned from shadow dealings far from Republic eyes. Defense contracts. Off-grid tech trade. Alliances forged in silence.

But here… he was just a man with a name. One burdened by silence.

Interior – Lonek's Personal Chambers

Steam curled upward as hot water rained down in the 'sonic-infused refresher unit.' Andrew braced his hands against the tile, letting the heated jets wash away weeks of tension. Grit from Taris, frost from Mygeeto, fire ash from the wreckage near Felucia — gone.


He emerged bare-chested, clean-shaven, pulling on loose synthsilk pants and a tunic embroidered with microcircuit filaments. Home again. And yet not.


As he fastened the clasps of his tunic, a soft chime echoed.

 

[C.E.R.A.]

A gentle flicker of light became her form — C.E.R.A., his Cybernetic Engineered Recon Assistant, floated forward in her soft-violet humanoid projection. Elegant, composed. Watching him always.

C.E.R.A.
"Welcome back, Master Lonek. Zeltros rotation has passed through four full cycles since your departure. The estate has been maintained at optimal condition in your absence."

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Andrew (dryly)
"And the galaxy?"

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Andrew moved to the table, scanning the entries. His brow furrowed slightly

 

[C.E.R.A.]

"Far less stable."

"Several alerts. I've prioritized the more urgent—specifically, a breach attempt on Vault IX near Balmorra. Power fluctuations, possible sabotage. Additionally, there's chatter connecting your T-7 modular units to unauthorized battlefield use."

"And… personal transmissions. Three flagged for emotional weight."

 

[Andrew Lonek]

First Message — From SOMMER DAI

The projection changed. Sommer appeared. Her eyes were soft, but her stance said everything.


Sommer Dai – Holo
"Andrew… I wish I could say this in person. But if I saw you, I'd never get it out."


The wind of whatever world she was on blew her hair sideways, brushing her cheek.

"You matter to me. You always will. But I'm not… me when I'm near you anymore. I keep slipping. Into who I was, or who I think you want me to be. And that's not your fault."

"You saved me once. But I need to save myself now."

The message dimmed. No tears. Just the weight of a heart severing itself from gravity.

Second Message — From SOMMER (Text Only)

"Don't come after me, Andrew. Please. Let this be the end, not a new beginning. I'll be alright. I hope… you will too."

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Andrew stared forward, unmoving. Not even a twitch.

 

[C.E.R.A.]

C.E.R.A. gave him time. Then:

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Third Message — From COMMANDER LINN DOBSON

The screen crackled and shifted. The stern, sharp-jawed visage of Linn Dobson appeared, seated in what looked like a command room aboard a military cruiser — likely the Vigilant Storm, if he recognized the decor correctly.


Linn Dobson – Holo
"Lonek. Heard you finally touched down on Zeltros. About time."

A pause. No pleasantries followed. Just her glare, laced with formal restraint and barely contained irritation.

"Dinner. Tomorrow. Capital District, Ember Rest. Private room. I'm paying — so that tells you how serious this is."

"I know what happened at the Signa-Ki facility. I know who authorized what. I know how many didn't walk out. Are you curious as to why I let you leave? 1100."

The message cut.

"Shall I confirm with Commander Dobson?"

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Andrew's jaw tightened. He exhaled — once — through his nose.

"…No. I'll confirm myself."

 

[C.E.R.A.]

"And the messages from Sommer?"

A silence lingered. Long enough for the tide below to roar.

 

[Andrew Lonek]

"Archive them. But don't seal them. I'll decide later."

He turned, heading for the overlook, where ocean winds rushed in from the twilight horizon. Alone now. Just him, his ghosts, and the quiet whisper of things falling apart.

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sublevel 9 – Signa-Ki Research Facility (Classified Location)

Midnight Cycle, Deep Core Time

The room was cold. Cold by design.

Rows of surgical arms hung suspended like dead spider legs from the ceiling. Diagnostic holos pulsed quietly in pale blue, illuminating the silver-lined bed where Sommer Dai lay dormant — the real Sommer.

Her skin was colorless, lips parted slightly. She didn't breathe, not in any natural sense. A stabilizing field gently pulsed across her chest, keeping her suspended in medical stasis.
But her eyes… flickered behind closed lids. As if dreaming.

 

[Linn Dobson]

Commander Linn Dobson stood with arms crossed, one foot planted near the edge of the platform. Her gaze was icy. Calculating. Unapologetic.

Linn (soft, venom-laced):
"You were the light, weren't you? The golden voice. The soul of every system you touched."

She took a step closer, lowering her voice like a secret she wanted no one — not even Sommer's unconscious self — to hear.

"But you're better like this. Contained. Quiet. Forgotten."


A subtle smirk flicked across her face, brief and bitter.

Linn (whispering):
"You're not the answer, Sommer. You're the question that keeps Andrew looking in the wrong direction. Only I can be his savior now."

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Behind her, the main holotable beeped — a soft pulse.


Facility AI Voice:

"Unauthorized approach vessel detected. Designation: Starwind-3X. Two passengers. One identified as Sommer Dai. Second passenger unknown. Transmitting credentials…"

Linn turned sharply. Her jaw clenched, eyes narrowing at the display.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

Alyssa leaned back in the pilot's seat, her boots up on the console, glancing over at Sommer — this version of her. Awake. Focused. Wearing a deep maroon jacket with modular shielding plates.

(wryly):
"You sure you want to go back there? You don't look like someone ready to waltz into a trap."

 

[Sommer Dai]

(calm, but burning underneath):
"I'm not going to waltz. I'm going to wake her up."

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

Alyssa blinked. Turned her head slowly.

"Wait. Her her?"

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer simply nodded.

"She's in there. And I think she's been kept there. By someone who wants the galaxy to believe I'm whole. When I'm not."

 

[C.E.R.A.]

"Tracking beacon confirms: the vessel Starwind-3X is en route to the Signa-Ki facility. Occupants: Sommer Dai… and a second."

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Andrew's hand froze mid-reach over his gauntlet as he looked up sharply.

"She's going back?"

 

[C.E.R.A.]

"Confirmed. Flight trajectory shows non-registered return to restricted coordinates. Sommer is accompanied by one Alyssa Kydd. No formal records within New Republic military. However…"


Files exploded across the holo-display in a graceful arc. A profile of a sharp-eyed woman with sun-weathered skin, a wild streak in her hair, and a stubborn jawline came into focus. She wore flight gear not issued by any government. But she looked comfortable in it.

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Subject: ALYSSA KYDD

• Species: Human
• Age: 27
• Origin: Unknown (classified or unregistered)
• Occupation: Freelance pilot, licensed under false Corellian codes
• Skills: Atmospheric dogfighting, deep-space navigation, infiltration via civilian channels
• Affiliation: No known allegiance, though presence detected in Sommer Dai's orbit post-Korriban
• Personality Markers: Highly adaptive. Emotionally bonded. Protective tendencies.

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C.E.R.A. (neutral):
"She is not a mercenary. Nor a soldier. But she is… loyal."

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Andrew (under his breath):
"She's her shadow."

He stepped closer to the holomap, watching the blinking dot representing the Starwind-3X move in slowly over a restricted orbital lane.

Andrew:
"She didn't trust me enough to say goodbye in person. But she trusts this Alyssa. Enough to return there."