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Private Sommer's End (Finale)

The planet Bakura loomed ahead — cold, pale, and crescent-shaped in the viewport like an unblinking eye watching from the stars.


Alyssa stood alone in the Observation Alcove, her palms braced against the cold transparisteel. She had closed her eyes only for a moment…


…and that was when it hit her.


The Vision.

There was no sound.


Just a coastal cliffside, overlooking a silvery sea beneath a dying sun. Clouds hung low like bruises in the sky.


In the water—figures. Dozens of them. Barely above the surface. Drowned, not dead. Their faces pale. Their eyes open, glowing faintly.


And then, standing atop the cliff with her—


Sommer.
But not as she was.


Her eyes were black pits. Her skin laced with dark vines. Something twisted wrapped around her spine like armor made from scripture.


And in her voice, the echo of Azis:


"Queen of Flame… or Queen of Nothing."

Suddenly, the cliff collapsed.


Alyssa tumbled into darkness, falling—

She gasped, jerking upright, back aboard the Dusk Nocturne. Her chest heaved. Sweat ran down her neck.

She blinked—and saw her reflection in the glass.

For a moment… her eyes looked different. Too bright.

Then they were her own again.
 
Bridge Corridor – Moments Later

Kael stood at Sommer's side, gently wiping her forehead with a cool cloth. She twitched slightly, murmuring nonsense in her sleep. One word repeated itself softly on her lips:

"Bakura…"
He didn't like it.

A moment later, Alyssa approached, composed but pale.

Kael turned.

"You alright?"
 
"No. No turning back," she said, steel in her voice. "There's something waiting for us down there. But I think... I think it's not just danger. It's answers."
She gave Sommer one last look, and Kael saw it—the fear, but also the resolve.
 
Engineering Bay – Moments Later

Arq was deep in diagnostics, his fingertips dancing over glowing control glyphs. He didn't even look up when Alyssa entered.

"You felt it too," he muttered.
 
"Bakura's got a pulse like a tombstone. But if we're lucky, there's still someone down there who can crack open Sommer's bindings."
 
Location: Bakura's Upper Atmosphere

The storm clouds over Bakura rolled like waves of ash, streaked with violet lightning and refracting strange hues through the Dusk Nocturne's reinforced cockpit glass.

As the ship descended, the turbulence grew aggressive — the kind that made lesser vessels rattle apart. But this ship held firm. As if challenged, it forced its way through the volatile barrier and emerged into a heavy mist stretching across a valley of jagged, obsidian-colored mountains.

From the cockpit, Kael glanced at the coordinates fed by Arq's scan pulse.

"These readings don't make sense. There's no city here. No clear structure."
 
"But there's life," Alyssa murmured from behind, her Force senses flaring like whispers in her bones. "Something... waiting."
Below, a single signal flare pulsed in rhythmic succession — a landing beacon older than the Republic's current standard.
 
Kael manually guided the Nocturne down into a circular plateau, surrounded by petrified trees twisted by wind and time. The landing ramp hissed open, steam pouring out into the fog.

They descended in silence.
 
Sommer was still unconscious, resting aboard under Kael's watch. Arq remained near the ship's core, keeping systems locked and ready for evac.

Alyssa stepped onto the soil first.

Cold.
Too cold.

And then, from the fog… a silhouette.

A robed figure, feminine, with a veil draped from the brow to her chest, embroidered with symbols too ancient for translation. Her hands were folded — long, wrapped in ribbons of prayer-script cloth. Her voice came quiet, but carried through the air unnaturally.

"You carry the Queen of Flame. And you, child of storms… you have begun to awaken."

Alyssa braced herself.


"Who are you?"

The figure turned slightly, the mist swirling around her as if respecting her space.

"I am the Veiled One. A priestess of the Bakuric Threads, keeper of the final sanctuary built on the convergence. My sisters are gone. Burned out by the whispers your queen now hears."

She took a step forward, and with it, the fog parted before her.

"You seek extraction. Exorcism. But it is not Azis who entered her. It is what he left behind. A gift. A curse. A seed."
 
The priestess turned her veiled face toward him, then toward Alyssa.


"She must walk the Trinity Path... mind, flesh, and spirit. And you must be her anchor."

Alyssa's brow creased. "You mean me?"


"Yes," the priestess said. "The bond you share is stronger than the fire within her. But it will be tested."

"How do we begin?" Alyssa asked, already stepping forward.

The priestess pointed to the north.


"Beyond the Ridge of Glass... is the Monastery. The Temple of Vey'tah. If she survives what awaits there… she may yet live. And if not—"

She paused.


"Then your galaxy will perish."

The priestess turned and walked slowly back into the mist.


"Bring her when she is ready."
 
The med-bay inside the Dusk Nocturne was dim, quiet save for the rhythmic hum of life monitors. Sommer lay in a fevered sleep, the white sheets clinging to her frame, her breaths shallow but steady. A thin sheen of sweat coated her skin. Her pulse had stabilized… but something still burned inside her.

Kael stood against the wall, arms folded tightly. His jaw clenched. His eyes had not left her.

"She's been like this for hours," he muttered. "And the dreams... they're not dreams anymore."
 

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