Private "Sommer's END" Pt. 1 of 4

[Sommer Dai]

Location: Nar Shaddaa – Sommer's Penthouse, Upper District

The freighter docked with a soft jolt, followed by the mechanical hiss of docking clamps and the whir of gantries rising.

Sommer stepped out first, wind tugging at her hair as she walked beneath the familiar flashing billboards and golden lights of the upper city. She hadn't even been gone that long… but the skyline felt different. Heavy.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

Alyssa followed with her duffel bag slung over one shoulder, chewing a piece of gum like she wasn't a walking Force-sensitive chaos magnet with a shadowy past. She whistled at the cityscape.

"Ahh, Nar Shaddaa. You can practically smell the betrayal."

 

[Sommer Dai]

She didn't laugh.


The elevator ride up to the penthouse was quiet. As the glass lifted them above the skyline, lights blurred around them in passing brilliance. The familiar silhouette of the Gilded Veil in the distance blinked with its usual seductive pink glow — beautiful… and unreadable.


The elevator chimed.


The doors opened into Sommer's home — a sleek expanse of curved walls, sharp edges, and muted luxury. It smelled faintly of rosewood and ozone.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

"You sure know how to live," Alyssa said, dropping her bag. "Way better than the cargo bay I passed out in last month."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer set her keys down, peeled off her jacket, and made her way to the kitchen without a word.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

Alyssa watched her, folding her arms.

"Alright. Let's talk about it. You've been broody since liftoff."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer glanced over her shoulder. "I'm fine."

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

"That's Bantha dren. You're doing the slow-burn-stare thing. That's your 'I'm overthinking prophecy and pretending I'm not' move."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer sighed.

"It's not just a note, Aly. It's a claim. It's… a mirror I didn't ask to be shown."

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

"Valen Deyne's a glorified dream salesman," Alyssa said, waving a hand. "He tells people they're special so he can stand in the glow of their potential. And maybe you are special. Hell, maybe I am too. But I don't need a throne. I need a you."

 

[Sommer Dai]

That finally got Sommer to pause.

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

Alyssa walked over, cupping Sommer's face gently with one hand. Her eyes softened.

"You wanna rule the galaxy? Fine. I'll bring the snacks and threaten anyone who says your crown is crooked."

 

[Sommer Dai]

"Aly…"

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

"But if you wanna just run your club, throw knives at people who deserve it, and make out on weekends? I'm down for that too."

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer gave the tiniest smile.

"You really think you'd make a good girlfriend?"

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

Alyssa grinned. "The best. Just don't check my ex reviews."

They both laughed — awkward, honest, and needed.

 

[Sommer Dai]

Sommer leaned into her for a moment, forehead resting against hers.

"Then stay."

 

[Alyssa Kydd]

"Already unpacked," Alyssa smirked. "And I stole your nicest robe."

 

[Sommer Dai]

From the balcony window, the city glowed like a seductress.

Unseen beneath them, Kael's sigil pulsed faintly in the dark.
Unseen beyond them, Zori Galea's presence moved again.
But in this moment… Sommer allowed herself to feel loved.

Even if only for now.

 

[Sommer Dai]

The moment the chime echoed through her penthouse, Sommer knew it was from Kael.

She didn't need to check the sender. The rhythm of the notification — a specific vibration setting he programmed himself — was more a confession than a message.