Private Sommer Twins

[Andrew Lonek]

The sounds of heavy armored footsteps echoed louder—closer. A slow, almost theatrical procession of victory.

Andrew stepped through the curling smoke from C.E.R.A.'s entry breach, flanked by his gleaming AI combat drones. Their eyes scanned the room in calculated, silent precision. Sparks rained from the ceiling. Fire suppression systems hissed in the corners.

And at the center, Linn, crouched and wide-eyed behind a fallen monitor, cornered like a rat.

Andrew took his time crossing the room—footsteps deliberate, posture relaxed, but every inch of him was pulsing with the electric thrill of triumph. His smirk twisted as he came into view of her again.

"Come now, Dobson." His voice was like poisoned silk. "All that brainpower, all that meticulous control—and this is how it ends? Without your little Sithling lapdog to save you?" He tilted his head, mocking her. "I do love a good meltdown. But this is just... pathetic."

 

[Linn Dobson]

Linn's lip quivered. Not with fear—but hatred.

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Andrew grinned wider, eyes glowing with righteous venom.

"Surrender. That was me asking nicely."

 

[Linn Dobson]

Her eyes darted.

One chance.

One final card.

She spotted it—half-hidden under her boot—a razor-sharp shard of shattered holomonitor glass. The edge gleamed in the chaos-light. Her left hand lunged for it in a blur.

 

[C.E.R.A.]

But C.E.R.A. saw it first.

FWAP-FWAP-FWAP!

The AI's wrist-mounted micro-cannon flared in rapid sequence.

CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK—CRACK.

 

[Linn Dobson]

Linn's cry tore through the chamber as blood spattered against the polished steel wall. Her hand—her precious instrument of control—was ruined. Several fingers lay twisted beside the glass shard she'd never reach. The pain was instant, blinding. She collapsed backward, gripping her ruined hand with the other, gasping, seething, alive—but no longer in control.

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Andrew slowed his approach.

And stopped a meter from her.

He crouched, tilting his head to study her with cold satisfaction, eyes glinting through the smoke.

"Your move, Doctor."

 

[Linn Dobson]

Linn, shaking from pain, humiliation, and betrayal, spat toward him—just missing his boot.

 

[Sommer Dai]

The static crackle of the comm sliced through the tension in the dimly lit containment hall.

"Alyssa, I'm here. I see her. She's—she's right beneath me." Clone Sommer's voice trembled, not with fear—but something harder to name. Awe. Shock. Recognition.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

Alyssa's commlink buzzed in reply as she pressed a gloved hand to her ear. Her breathing was tight, and her free hand gripped the collar of a now-unconscious guard slumped beside her. With a final exhale, she stretched out with the Force.

Above, the heavy hatch groaned, then clicked. Metal locks disengaged with a hiss.

"Now, Sommer. Go. I've got you."

 

[Sommer Dai]

The hatch slid open, and clone Sommer didn't hesitate. She dropped, landing with a fluid grace beside the stasis cradle—the containment pod pulsing faintly where the real Sommer lay, fragile and pale.

The two stood in eerie silence.

Sommer stared at herself.

The real one—comatose, unaware, unaware of everything that had happened. Unaware that someone else had lived in her place. Loved in her place. Fought in her place. Hurt in her place.

Clone Sommer's breath hitched.

"...She's me."

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

"No," Alyssa said gently, stepping into the light beside her. "You're you. And she's... her."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Clone Sommer blinked, unsure, searching Alyssa's face for rejection, for confusion, for resentment.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

But instead, Alyssa reached out and cupped her cheek softly.

"I love you," she said with quiet certainty. "That doesn't change. None of this changes that."

Alyssa's voice cracked just a little, eyes flicking between the two Summers. "But maybe it's time we go. Far away. Somewhere quiet. Where we don't have to pretend. Where no one can confuse what you are."

A pause.

Then, with a bittersweet smile:

"She deserves her life back."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Clone Sommer blinked rapidly, struggling to breathe through the tangle in her chest.

"...Our life," she whispered.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

"No," Alyssa corrected softly, but kindly. "Her life."

The words landed like truth.

 

[Sommer Dai]

And clone Sommer nodded.

Tears fell freely now, but she didn't wipe them away. She just knelt beside the real Sommer, and deactivated the stasis chamber. As the fluids begin to drain away she speaks lowly.. "I hope shes strong enough to carry on.."

 

[Linn Dobson]

Linn Dobson thrashed in the armored restraints, lips bloodied from biting back curses as two of Andrew's heavily armored security droids dragged her across the polished durasteel corridor

 

[C.E.R.A.]

Behind her, C.E.R.A. floated silently—her glowing eyes scanning the perimeter as she transmitted data in tight, encrypted pulses. The download of the facility's full layout was complete.


Outside, the low hum of a landing vehicle signaled the arrival of a heavily shielded L.T.I. prison transport. Its black, reflective hull bore no insignia. It was the kind of ship that arrived with finality—quiet, efficient, and without mercy.


"Destination logged," C.E.R.A. stated, voice flat and utterly devoid of feeling. "Prisoner designated as Class-Four Internal Saboteur. Status: Awaiting offworld clearance."

 

[Andrew Lonek]

Inside, Andrew pressed deeper into the heart of the Signa-Ki complex, past containment bays, research alcoves, and shattered remnants of shattered dreams. The layout flashed in his HUD—one final room pulsing in green.

He opened the door alone.

The quiet met him first. Not silence—there was breath, life, presence. But it was quiet in the way peace sometimes is after a storm. He stepped forward.

There they were.