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

[Arcubis Kornelius]

Arcubis chuckled.

"Could've fooled me."

 

[Zori Galea]

"This is infiltration," Zori said sharply. "Not conquest. Not yet. Let them think they still have options."

She stepped onto the platform.

 

[Arcubis Kornelius]

Arcubis followed.

"And Sommer?" he asked.

 

[Zori Galea]

Zori smiled, her red lips curved like a dagger's kiss.

"She'll come to me. One way or another. You'll see."

 

[Zori Galea]

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[Atmospheric Entry – Nar Shaddaa, Upper Districts]

A fleet of black mirrored transports pierced the smog like dark arrows.

The largest ship, The Dirge of Mirrors, remained cloaked above the orbital ring. But a single carrier descended—its hull glowing faint with Sith runes, cloaked by distortion tech, undetectable by standard traffic radars.

Within, Zori meditated.

Arcubis suited up.

And twenty Obsidian Heralds—her elite envoys—armed themselves silently. Each of them bore no names. Only symbols. A ritual cult of silence and action.

They would begin in shadow.

But Zori?

She would not remain hidden for long.


((TBC in SOMMER'S END PT.2 -4 ))​