Alyssa Kydd
Character
Alyssa knelt beside the cot, brushing a strand of damp hair from Sommer's forehead. Her fingertips lingered longer than necessary, as if reaching for her somewhere beyond the veil of consciousness.
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Private Sommer's End (Finale)
- Thread starter Alyssa Kydd
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Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael finally moved, pacing the room.
Alyssa Kydd
Character
"You think I don't see that?" Alyssa snapped, eyes flashing. "But we're out of time. The Veiled One said I'm her anchor. That's the only lead we have."
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael paused, nodding, his expression softening.
Alyssa Kydd
Character
In silence, the three of them moved like muscle memory.
Alyssa retrieved Sommer's jacket — the one she always wore at the Veil. Dark red, satin-lined, hidden compartments sewn into the sleeves. She wrapped her in it gently, then holstered a light blaster beneath it. Just in case.
Kael slung a medpack over his shoulder. Arq had already configured a pulse monitor that could alert them if Sommer's vitals dropped again. He clipped it to his belt.
Alyssa retrieved Sommer's jacket — the one she always wore at the Veil. Dark red, satin-lined, hidden compartments sewn into the sleeves. She wrapped her in it gently, then holstered a light blaster beneath it. Just in case.
Kael slung a medpack over his shoulder. Arq had already configured a pulse monitor that could alert them if Sommer's vitals dropped again. He clipped it to his belt.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael smirked faintly. "This place really hates me, huh?"
Alyssa Kydd
Character
She stepped forward and pressed her forehead gently to Sommer's.
Sommer stirred slightly in Kael's arms, eyes fluttering for a moment—then still again.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Landing Ramp, Moments Later
The fog had grown thicker, clinging to their boots as they stepped onto Bakura's strange soil.
Ahead of them, beyond the jagged rock formations, a glowing arch had appeared — not mechanical, but ancient, carved from stone. The sigils etched across it glowed faintly in rhythm with Sommer's pulse monitor.
Kael adjusted his grip.
Alyssa Kydd
Character
They stepped forward, the archway responding to their presence — stone humming with forgotten power.
Behind them, the Dusk Nocturne sealed itself automatically.
Ahead, the path to the Temple of Vey'tah beckoned.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
As Kael and Alyssa carried her limp body through the veiled path toward the temple, something broke open in the unconscious chambers of Sommer's mind.
The mist of Bakura's ancient energy seeped into her thoughts like ink dropped into water… and deep below her awareness, a door creaked open.
Memory — Corellia
Rain pelted the duracrete rooftops of the industrial block. The Corellian skyline was a jagged teeth of metal towers and corroded power grids, flickering orange in the stormlight.
A young girl — thin, soaked to the bone, maybe eight years old — ran barefoot across slick rooftops.
Sommer.
She clutched a sack of stolen ration packs in one arm and a bent metal rod in the other. Her hair was short then. Her eyes… not yet hardened.
She stopped under the frame of a broken antenna dish, panting hard.
And then—
She turned.
A local spice runner — maybe seventeen — blocked her escape. Face tattooed. Knife out. Eyes sharp with hunger.
Young Sommer didn't speak. She stepped back, fists clenched.
He stepped closer.
And then—something happened.
The rain slowed.
No. Not time… her perception of it. The boy's voice sounded deeper. Slurred. Echoing. Her ears rang.
Her pupils widened.
She screamed, a sound not quite human — and the metal rod in her hand ignited with sparks.
The boy stumbled backward. The knife dropped.
But she didn't stop.
She struck him—once, twice, three times—until blood mixed with rain.
She ran.
Ran until her lungs burned. Until her legs collapsed behind an old scrapyard, under a tarp that smelled like rust and motor oil.
She cried into her knees, rocking back and forth, whispering something over and over…
The mist of Bakura's ancient energy seeped into her thoughts like ink dropped into water… and deep below her awareness, a door creaked open.
Memory — Corellia
Rain pelted the duracrete rooftops of the industrial block. The Corellian skyline was a jagged teeth of metal towers and corroded power grids, flickering orange in the stormlight.
A young girl — thin, soaked to the bone, maybe eight years old — ran barefoot across slick rooftops.
Sommer.
She clutched a sack of stolen ration packs in one arm and a bent metal rod in the other. Her hair was short then. Her eyes… not yet hardened.
She stopped under the frame of a broken antenna dish, panting hard.
And then—
She turned.
A local spice runner — maybe seventeen — blocked her escape. Face tattooed. Knife out. Eyes sharp with hunger.
Young Sommer didn't speak. She stepped back, fists clenched.
He stepped closer.
And then—something happened.
The rain slowed.
No. Not time… her perception of it. The boy's voice sounded deeper. Slurred. Echoing. Her ears rang.
Her pupils widened.
She screamed, a sound not quite human — and the metal rod in her hand ignited with sparks.
The boy stumbled backward. The knife dropped.
But she didn't stop.
She struck him—once, twice, three times—until blood mixed with rain.
She ran.
Ran until her lungs burned. Until her legs collapsed behind an old scrapyard, under a tarp that smelled like rust and motor oil.
She cried into her knees, rocking back and forth, whispering something over and over…
Alyssa Kydd
Character
Present – Inside the Temple Path
Sommer flinched in Kael's arms.
He noticed. So did Alyssa.
Sommer flinched in Kael's arms.
He noticed. So did Alyssa.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael shifted her weight, then muttered, "You think we're getting close?"
A strange wind blew from the forest ahead. Dry. Ancient.
A strange wind blew from the forest ahead. Dry. Ancient.
Alyssa Kydd
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Alyssa nodded.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael looked down at Sommer's sleeping face.
For a flicker of a second—
—he thought he saw her younger self, shivering, soaked in rain, whispering something from long ago.
For a flicker of a second—
—he thought he saw her younger self, shivering, soaked in rain, whispering something from long ago.
Alyssa Kydd
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Location: Temple Path, Bakura / Astral Plane
The fog thickened as they neared the carved edge of the Temple of Vey'tah, where black stones jutted from the earth like jagged teeth. Alyssa reached forward, brushing the tip of a vine-covered monolith
The fog thickened as they neared the carved edge of the Temple of Vey'tah, where black stones jutted from the earth like jagged teeth. Alyssa reached forward, brushing the tip of a vine-covered monolith
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
A low hum echoed from it… not from the surface — but from within Sommer.
And then—
She stopped breathing.
Just for a second.
Her body shuddered.
Her head fell limp in Kael's arms.
And Sommer's spirit slipped out.
Sommer stood barefoot on water. Or was it sky?
The world around her was infinite and formless, glowing faintly — like Bakura's soul made manifest. Shapes flickered at the edges of her vision — silhouettes of memory and future overlapping in strange, ethereal dance.
She was dressed in flowing white, but not of her choosing. Her hair was long again, trailing behind her like shadowfire.
She turned—and saw herself.
Or rather… the other self.
Her reflection, standing a few feet away, in red silks. Gold jewelry. Eyes rimmed in black. A smile on her lips, a crown of flame upon her brow.
A crimson dagger.
A choice.
Behind her, a ripple in the realm widened. A portal — misty, trembling — opened to the shape of a hallway. A vision. Alyssa and Kael walking. Calling her name.
At the blade.
At her bare feet.
At the nothingness between here and what came next.
She thought of Andrew.
Of Alyssa.
Of Nar Shaddaa.
Of the rain on Corellia.
Then—
It hissed, then shattered.
The reflection screamed. It rippled, twisted — until it was just her again. No crown. No seduction. Just scars and truth.
Sommer turned toward the portal.
And walked back home.
And then—
She stopped breathing.
Just for a second.
Her body shuddered.
Her head fell limp in Kael's arms.
And Sommer's spirit slipped out.
Astral Plane / The In-Between
Sommer stood barefoot on water. Or was it sky?
The world around her was infinite and formless, glowing faintly — like Bakura's soul made manifest. Shapes flickered at the edges of her vision — silhouettes of memory and future overlapping in strange, ethereal dance.
She was dressed in flowing white, but not of her choosing. Her hair was long again, trailing behind her like shadowfire.
She turned—and saw herself.
Or rather… the other self.
Her reflection, standing a few feet away, in red silks. Gold jewelry. Eyes rimmed in black. A smile on her lips, a crown of flame upon her brow.
Sommer swallowed hard.
She felt the weight of something in her hand.
A crimson dagger.
A choice.
Behind her, a ripple in the realm widened. A portal — misty, trembling — opened to the shape of a hallway. A vision. Alyssa and Kael walking. Calling her name.
Sommer looked down.
At the blade.
At her bare feet.
At the nothingness between here and what came next.
She thought of Andrew.
Of Alyssa.
Of Nar Shaddaa.
Of the rain on Corellia.
Then—
She turned. And threw the dagger into the mist.
It hissed, then shattered.
The reflection screamed. It rippled, twisted — until it was just her again. No crown. No seduction. Just scars and truth.
Sommer turned toward the portal.
And walked back home.
Kaelon Virex
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Temple Threshold – Reality
Her chest rose sharply.
A gasp tore from her lips.
Kael , noticing this, nearly dropped her.
"Whoa...Som!.."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer's eyes opened.
And for the first time in days, they were clear.
She exhaled slowly and looked up at Alyssa and Kael.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The forest had fallen into a strange hush as the last glow from the monolith faded. The Temple of Vey'tah stood before them now — colossal, ancient, its spires reaching like broken fingers into the stormlit sky. Vines wrapped around its obsidian bones. The sigils engraved at the entrance pulsed slowly, like a heartbeat waiting to be recognized.
Sommer stood tall again. Weakened, yes — but no longer lost.
Sommer stood tall again. Weakened, yes — but no longer lost.
Alyssa Kydd
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Alyssa was close by, fingers never straying too far from her blaster