Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
A pause.
Then Andrew finally spoke — low and sharp.
"You ever hear of the Elysium Empire?"
Then Andrew finally spoke — low and sharp.
"You ever hear of the Elysium Empire?"
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Private Sommer Twins
- Thread starter Andrew Lonek
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General of Signa-Ki RND
Linn froze.
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
"They said the same thing you just did," he murmured. "Resurrection. Perfection. Utopia by design."
His head turned slightly. Enough to see her from the corner of his eye.
"They failed too."
And just as he said it — the holoscreen nearest Linn flickered. Sommer's image flinched again. Slight. Barely perceptible.
But Linn saw it.
And for the first time… her breath caught.
Andrew stood.
"I'm not here for gods," he said. "I'm here for her."
His head turned slightly. Enough to see her from the corner of his eye.
"They failed too."
And just as he said it — the holoscreen nearest Linn flickered. Sommer's image flinched again. Slight. Barely perceptible.
But Linn saw it.
And for the first time… her breath caught.
Andrew stood.
"I'm not here for gods," he said. "I'm here for her."
Alyssa Kydd
Character
Kydd pressed herself against the cold durasteel wall of the secondary service tunnel, the night-sky glow of emergency markers bleeding through the vent grates. Beside her, the Sommer clone—her features identical to the original's, yet somehow more controlled, more contained—pressed a pale palm against the corridor panel.
Their skimmer's hatch far above had sealed behind them with a pneumatic sigh; the next entry point lay deeper in the belly of Signa‑Ki. Ahead, hidden down a narrow shaft, waited the path to Sublevel 9.
But first, they had to breach the inner security ring. And at any moment, the entire facility might awaken.
Alyssa flexed her jaw. "Listen." She raised a gloved finger, and Sommer fell silent. Through the ventilation ducts overhead, muffled voices—two sets—drifted down in echoes.
"…not here for gods…" Andrew's tone was low, iron‑filled.
"You'll never pull her free," Linn snapped back, her voice as cold as a tomb.
Their skimmer's hatch far above had sealed behind them with a pneumatic sigh; the next entry point lay deeper in the belly of Signa‑Ki. Ahead, hidden down a narrow shaft, waited the path to Sublevel 9.
But first, they had to breach the inner security ring. And at any moment, the entire facility might awaken.
Alyssa flexed her jaw. "Listen." She raised a gloved finger, and Sommer fell silent. Through the ventilation ducts overhead, muffled voices—two sets—drifted down in echoes.
"…not here for gods…" Andrew's tone was low, iron‑filled.
"You'll never pull her free," Linn snapped back, her voice as cold as a tomb.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Her lips parted. "Andrew…"
Alyssa Kydd
Character
Alyssa placed a steadying hand on her shoulder. "Not now."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Shock flickered in her eyes. "But—"
Alyssa Kydd
Character
"Trust me," Alyssa whispered. "Find her. I'll buy you time."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She hesitated—every instinct telling her to stay. But she nodded, eyes hardening. With one final look, she slipped into the vent—silent, determined—leaving Alyssa alone in the dim corridor.
Alyssa Kydd
Character
A soft clank to Alyssa's right. Two armed security guards, phalanxed in black plating and scanning the darkness, stepped into view. Their visors gleamed. Their servos hummed. They'd heard something—maybe the hatch seal, maybe the voices in the vents.
Alyssa drew a slow breath, feeling the currents of the Force swirl around her—tense, electric. The disturbance was more than just her own urgency; it was Sommer's fight to break free, Andrew's approach… the facility's heartbeat.
She raised a single hand, fingertips curling as if gripping an unseen hilt. Time seemed to stretch.
The lead guard tensed. "Hey!" His voice clipped. He moved to draw his blaster.
Before he could, Alyssa's eyes flared. The Force surged outward—a silent pulse that slammed into both guards. Their boots skidded on the floor as if magnetized in reverse; holsters spun open and weapons clattered to the deck.
One guard crashed back-first into the tunnel wall, chest rattling the plating; the second staggered sideways, limp as a discarded cloak, just as Alyssa reached out gently, guiding his spine to snap him into unconscious collapse.
Not a shot fired. No alarms. Only the muffled thud of bodies meeting durasteel.
Alyssa exhaled—a single breath echoing in the emptiness—then knelt beside them, ensuring their neural inhibitors engaged. They would wake disoriented, hours from consciousness.
She rose, sliding her hand down to tap the side of her jacket. The comm-link chirped softly.
Alyssa drew a slow breath, feeling the currents of the Force swirl around her—tense, electric. The disturbance was more than just her own urgency; it was Sommer's fight to break free, Andrew's approach… the facility's heartbeat.
She raised a single hand, fingertips curling as if gripping an unseen hilt. Time seemed to stretch.
The lead guard tensed. "Hey!" His voice clipped. He moved to draw his blaster.
Before he could, Alyssa's eyes flared. The Force surged outward—a silent pulse that slammed into both guards. Their boots skidded on the floor as if magnetized in reverse; holsters spun open and weapons clattered to the deck.
One guard crashed back-first into the tunnel wall, chest rattling the plating; the second staggered sideways, limp as a discarded cloak, just as Alyssa reached out gently, guiding his spine to snap him into unconscious collapse.
Not a shot fired. No alarms. Only the muffled thud of bodies meeting durasteel.
Alyssa exhaled—a single breath echoing in the emptiness—then knelt beside them, ensuring their neural inhibitors engaged. They would wake disoriented, hours from consciousness.
She rose, sliding her hand down to tap the side of her jacket. The comm-link chirped softly.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"I'm through. Heading for the containment bay."
Alyssa Kydd
Character
"Stay sharp," Alyssa murmured. "I'll meet you there."
She slipped into the shadows, footsteps silent on the metal grating, already fading from the corridor. Behind her, in the silent aftermath of the Force's embrace, the security guards lay still—and the tunnel remained dark and undisturbed.
Ahead, her path converged with Sommer's destiny—one heart beating for freedom, the other for redemption. And between them, the fate of the true Sommer Dai waited.
She slipped into the shadows, footsteps silent on the metal grating, already fading from the corridor. Behind her, in the silent aftermath of the Force's embrace, the security guards lay still—and the tunnel remained dark and undisturbed.
Ahead, her path converged with Sommer's destiny—one heart beating for freedom, the other for redemption. And between them, the fate of the true Sommer Dai waited.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The pen fell from Sommer's fingers with a hollow clink, rolling to a stop on the polished floor. Her journal—leather-bound, elegant, lined with rich pages—remained untouched, not a single letter inked into its parchment. She stared at it, the stillness in the room pressing down on her chest like phantom gravity.
Silence. Stillness.
She stood, the hem of her ivory robe brushing the wooden floor, and walked barefoot through the serene, modern house. The lights were warm. The furniture soft, inviting. She knew this place... or thought she did. It was too perfect.
Then, it changed.
A pulse ran through the air like a breath drawn by the galaxy itself. The far wall dissolved into a shimmering veil of light, revealing a massive holoscreen suspended in a star-speckled void. The soft static cleared… and a voice began.
Gentle. Familiar.
"Her name… was Sommer."
Sommer's heart stopped. That voice.
"She was born on Corellia, wrapped in linen dyed the colors of my wedding dress. She cried the moment she touched starlight… just like I did when I first saw her."
It was her mother.
Tears pricked Sommer's eyes as flickering images projected before her—her mother's smile, her father lifting her up on his shoulders, their apartment nestled high in the Coronet skyline. A home of laughter. Of lullabies.
Then... smoke.
"They died when she was seven," the voice continued, gentle yet unsparing. The fire, sudden and absolute. Screams muted beneath the crackle. Embers rising like sorrow.
"But she was not alone."
The scene shifted. The teeming streets of Nar Shaddaa. The Virex estate. Her aunt's stern mouth. The golden eyes of her cousin, Kael.
Silence. Stillness.
She stood, the hem of her ivory robe brushing the wooden floor, and walked barefoot through the serene, modern house. The lights were warm. The furniture soft, inviting. She knew this place... or thought she did. It was too perfect.
Then, it changed.
A pulse ran through the air like a breath drawn by the galaxy itself. The far wall dissolved into a shimmering veil of light, revealing a massive holoscreen suspended in a star-speckled void. The soft static cleared… and a voice began.
Gentle. Familiar.
"Her name… was Sommer."
Sommer's heart stopped. That voice.
"She was born on Corellia, wrapped in linen dyed the colors of my wedding dress. She cried the moment she touched starlight… just like I did when I first saw her."
It was her mother.
Tears pricked Sommer's eyes as flickering images projected before her—her mother's smile, her father lifting her up on his shoulders, their apartment nestled high in the Coronet skyline. A home of laughter. Of lullabies.
Then... smoke.
"They died when she was seven," the voice continued, gentle yet unsparing. The fire, sudden and absolute. Screams muted beneath the crackle. Embers rising like sorrow.
"But she was not alone."
The scene shifted. The teeming streets of Nar Shaddaa. The Virex estate. Her aunt's stern mouth. The golden eyes of her cousin, Kael.
Kaelon Virex
Character
"Love ya, Sommer," he whispered through the hologram, ruffling her hair.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
A bittersweet grin tugged at her dream-self's lips.
Then came thirteen.
The door slammed. The Virex crest blurred by tears as she was cast out, told to leave with her cheap makeup and club pass in hand. The nightlife called to her like a lover—and became one.
Spice. Lies. Drinks she didn't remember ordering.
The years blurred. Shadows of alley beds. Credits exchanged for favors. Pain disguised as pleasure. She watched herself fall, again and again, skin paler each time.
And then... the voice stopped.
The light dimmed. The holoscreen went black.
Sommer turned, the silence suddenly deafening.
"Why did it stop?" she whispered.
She blinked—no longer alone.
A figure stood across the room, holding a glass of something amber and ancient. Dressed in sleek black. That playful tilt of the head. That damn smirk.
Andrew Lonek.
But… not him. A memory. An illusion.
The gala. That night on Chandrila. She had no invite, no reason to be there. Just a fake ID, heels that hurt, and a desire to feel like someone. Anyone. She'd crashed the event like a comet, smiling too wide, drinking too fast—and collided into him. Literally. He spilled his drink. She apologized. He laughed.
"You crash all parties like this?"
"Only the good ones."
The illusion shimmered.
Sommer stepped forward, wanting to say his name. To reach out. To hold onto something that felt real.
But then—
Her lungs filled.
Her body stirred.
Her fingers twitched.
Eyes snapped open.
Cold.
Light.
The sound of chaos far away.
The real Sommer Dai had awakened.
Then came thirteen.
The door slammed. The Virex crest blurred by tears as she was cast out, told to leave with her cheap makeup and club pass in hand. The nightlife called to her like a lover—and became one.
Spice. Lies. Drinks she didn't remember ordering.
The years blurred. Shadows of alley beds. Credits exchanged for favors. Pain disguised as pleasure. She watched herself fall, again and again, skin paler each time.
And then... the voice stopped.
The light dimmed. The holoscreen went black.
Sommer turned, the silence suddenly deafening.
"Why did it stop?" she whispered.
She blinked—no longer alone.
A figure stood across the room, holding a glass of something amber and ancient. Dressed in sleek black. That playful tilt of the head. That damn smirk.
Andrew Lonek.
But… not him. A memory. An illusion.
The gala. That night on Chandrila. She had no invite, no reason to be there. Just a fake ID, heels that hurt, and a desire to feel like someone. Anyone. She'd crashed the event like a comet, smiling too wide, drinking too fast—and collided into him. Literally. He spilled his drink. She apologized. He laughed.
"You crash all parties like this?"
"Only the good ones."
The illusion shimmered.
Sommer stepped forward, wanting to say his name. To reach out. To hold onto something that felt real.
But then—
Her lungs filled.
Her body stirred.
Her fingers twitched.
Eyes snapped open.
Cold.
Light.
The sound of chaos far away.
The real Sommer Dai had awakened.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Clone Sommer crouched above the containment chamber, peering down through the fractured grate of a maintenance shaft. The glow from below cast long shadows on her face, flickering like candlelight upon water. Her breath hitched.
There she was.
The real Sommer.
Suspended in a vertical stasis column, bathed in sterile blue light, motionless. Alive, but distant—like a star seen from the wrong side of time.
Clone Sommer felt something... wrong. Like her heart had skipped a beat, but she didn't know if it was hers or hers. They looked identical. Same bone structure. Same small scar near the brow. But something about the real Sommer's presence made her feel… fragmented.
Not lesser.
Not greater.
Just… borrowed.
"So this is what I came from," she murmured, voice nearly lost to the hum of machinery and slow, methodical pulsing of containment tech.
The moment hung thick. Surreal. Like staring into a still pool and realizing the reflection might blink before you do.
Then—
A flicker of motion. Clone Sommer tensed, hand instinctively moving to the blaster on her belt.
There she was.
The real Sommer.
Suspended in a vertical stasis column, bathed in sterile blue light, motionless. Alive, but distant—like a star seen from the wrong side of time.
Clone Sommer felt something... wrong. Like her heart had skipped a beat, but she didn't know if it was hers or hers. They looked identical. Same bone structure. Same small scar near the brow. But something about the real Sommer's presence made her feel… fragmented.
Not lesser.
Not greater.
Just… borrowed.
"So this is what I came from," she murmured, voice nearly lost to the hum of machinery and slow, methodical pulsing of containment tech.
The moment hung thick. Surreal. Like staring into a still pool and realizing the reflection might blink before you do.
Then—
A flicker of motion. Clone Sommer tensed, hand instinctively moving to the blaster on her belt.
Alyssa Kydd
Character
From the right corridor, Alyssa appeared—silent, composed, but dangerous as ever. Her steps echoed softly against the metal catwalk, a body limp in front of her. A guard. Human. Alive. Weapon dropped.
Alyssa pressed her palm gently to his forehead.
"Sleep."
The Force whispered through her fingers. The man's eyes fluttered, then closed, as his body crumpled carefully to the floor like a discarded cloak.
Alyssa pressed her palm gently to his forehead.
"Sleep."
The Force whispered through her fingers. The man's eyes fluttered, then closed, as his body crumpled carefully to the floor like a discarded cloak.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Clone Sommer blinked—watching it unfold like something out of a myth
Alyssa Kydd
Character
Alyssa's gaze lifted then, locking eyes with the woman above.
No words passed between them. None were needed.
Both understood:
This was it.
The beginning of a rescue.
Or the end of everything.
No words passed between them. None were needed.
Both understood:
This was it.
The beginning of a rescue.
Or the end of everything.
General of Signa-Ki RND
Linn Dobson slammed her hand against the side of her comlink again, voice ragged and manic with desperation.
"GREAH, I said NOW!!" she shrieked into the comm, the device squealing under the strain of her voice.
Silence.
No static. No hiss of acknowledgement. No booming entrance. Nothing.
Just... absence.
The weight of betrayal sank into her gut like a stone. Her daughter—her dark-side-trained backup, her final ace in the hand—was gone. Vanished without a trace. Abandoned. Her plan, her perfectly layered scheme, now teetered on the edge of ruin.
"GREAH, I said NOW!!" she shrieked into the comm, the device squealing under the strain of her voice.
Silence.
No static. No hiss of acknowledgement. No booming entrance. Nothing.
Just... absence.
The weight of betrayal sank into her gut like a stone. Her daughter—her dark-side-trained backup, her final ace in the hand—was gone. Vanished without a trace. Abandoned. Her plan, her perfectly layered scheme, now teetered on the edge of ruin.