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Private SOMMER'S END PT.2 -4

Arq entered, his normally pristine outfit partially unbuttoned, cloak slung back like a man preparing to sprint or fight — or both.

"The Gilded Veil appears secure — for now," he said without preamble. "But it won't be for long."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer joined her.

Beyond the skyline — nestled between Nar Shaddaa's smog and artificial star-haze — something massive moved.

Black silhouettes.
Multiple.

Carriers with mirror-shine armor — angular and cruel in design — descending like obsidian angels.

At the center… the unmistakable behemoth:
The Dirge of Mirrors.

Zori had arrived.

"Initiate lockdown," Sommer ordered, already tapping into her private comm line. "Evacuate the dancers. DJs. Kitchen staff. EVERYONE not combat trained gets out."
Her voice cracked over the comm system:

"Veil personnel: this is a red-clearance alert. Evacuation protocol Four-Twelve. Leave now. No questions. This is not a drill."
 

[Moments Later – Club Floor & Exits]


Patrons were confused — staff guided them out with firm hands and pale faces. Musicians left their instruments. Lights dimmed across the dance floor.

Kael locked the last security door behind the VIP corridor.

"Club's clear. Just us now."
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
"Crownfall"

Location: Rooftop – The Gilded Veil, Nar Shaddaa

The winds screamed around the Gilded Veil's rooftop as the midnight-black shuttle descended — elegant, surgical, terrifying in its beauty.


Its underhull glowed with Sith runes and ritual etchings, casting a red shimmer across the landing pad like blood over velvet.


When the ramp hissed open, Zori stepped out first.


A tall figure in curved robes of matte silver and obsidian black. Her long, inky hair was braided down her back. Her face bore no visible weapon, no fear. Only certainty.


Behind her, twelve Heralds emerged in silence — masks like melted mirrors, each one moving with unsettling precision. They did not speak. They did not look at one another.


They simply waited.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know

[Minutes Later – Inside the Veil, Grand Lounge Floor]




The chamber had been cleared. Lights dimmed. Only the crimson glow of emergency beacons cast shadows across the walls.

Sommer stood at the far end, flanked by Kael, Arq, and Alyssa — who remained closest to her, her body angled protectively as Zori entered the room like a storm in velvet skin.

Her Heralds flanked both sides. They formed no line of attack. They simply observed. Waiting.

Zori's eyes found Sommer's instantly.

"Do you feel it yet?" she asked softly. "The pull in your marrow. The whisper behind your heartbeat. Everything... every single path you took... led you here."
 

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