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Private SOMMER'S END PT.2 -4

Queen Witch...Or...You know
Zori's eyes drifted to her.
A smirk curled across her lips.

"The loyal pilot. Fierce. Grounded. Perhaps even beloved."
She glanced at Sommer, as if testing her reaction.

"But even love won't unmake what you are. I didn't build the cradle, Sommer. I didn't carve the prophecy into blood and starlight. I'm here to help you wear the crown."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"One Charge"



Location: The Gilded Veil – Grand Floor / Sommer's Office / Secret Vault

The first impact shook the room like a seismic event.

Arcubis hit the floor like a warhead — his blade nearly cleaving the chandelier as Kael rolled under a table and fired a shot that barely scorched the side of Arcubis's armor. Sparks flew. Patrons screamed as debris rained down.

Zori raised one hand.

A cluster of her Heralds surged forward in synchronized motion, like insects with one mind. They crashed into the Veil's defense staff.

Alyssa spun around with her Minoot 34A blaster, landing clean shots on two Heralds' shoulder joints — their armor sparking but not falling. She pivoted toward Zori, whose robe flared as she drew her crimson saber with one elegant motion.

"I didn't come to fight," Zori said. "But if you insist—"
Their blades clashed — not Alyssa's, but Kael's vibroknife, slicing down between them to block Zori's attack.

Alyssa had Kael's back in seconds.

"We hold her here," Alyssa barked.
"You planning to kill a Sith empress with charm, or…?"
"Depends. Yours workin' tonight?"
They both ducked as Zori unleashed a Force blast, throwing a pair of bar stools into the air like missiles.
 

[Meanwhile – Sommer's Office, Subfloor Access Panel]



Arq sprinted down the hall, cloak shredded from an earlier hit. He slid into Sommer's office and kicked the desk aside, revealing a hidden trapdoor panel under the rug — a biometric lock shimmered violet-blue.

"Come on, come on…" Arq slammed his hand against it. "Sommer, you better not have changed this without—"
Click.

It opened.

The chamber below lit with pale blue light. Inside: a silver coffin-sized case labeled in Ancient Sith and High Galactic Aurebesh. The inscription read:

"Forcebreaker Mk I – Experimental Tech. Developed by Lonek Technologies. USE ONLY WHEN NECESSARY."
Arq's lips thinned.

"Well, this qualifies."
He opened it. Inside was a sleek metallic cylinder, no longer than his forearm. A warning light blinked faint red. One use. One pulse. 12-hour recharge time.

He took it, activated the weapon's field coils, and began programming target parameters into the neural reader interface.

Then the screen displayed:

SELECT TARGET
– ZORI GALEA
– ARCUBIS KORNELIUS
– HERALD ENSEMBLE
Arq's breath hitched.

Zori was clearly the spider spinning this nightmare. But Arcubis was the weapon. The chaos. If they neutralized him now, they'd have breathing room to get Sommer and Alyssa out. But if Zori stayed empowered… she'd chase them through the galaxy.

"Stars damn it," Arq whispered. "Which one breaks the board… and which one breaks us?"
His finger hovered.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
HER lightsaber hummed in her grip like a predator at rest. Its red glow reflected in Kael's blade, the tension vibrating between them like a taut cord begging to snap.


She moved effortlessly — each strike elegant, each parry a calculated test of Kael's reflexes and Alyssa's rhythm. She didn't even breathe hard.


"They think this is a fight," she thought, deflecting a blast with her free hand. "They don't realize they're already in the folds of prophecy."

Somewhere behind her, a Herald screamed — gunned down mid-lunge. Zori didn't look back.


"Sommer's not ready," she whispered aloud.
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
She smiled faintly.

And then it hit her.

A tremor. A wrongness.
A sudden, terrible absence.

Her body faltered. Just slightly. A microsecond hesitation.

It was enough.

She inhaled sharply, and for the first time in years, the Force did not respond.

She reached for it—instinctively.

Nothing.

Like gasping for air in a vacuum.

Her saber drooped. The energy within her — that always-burning divine fire — snuffed out like a candle caught in rain.

Zori staggered a step backward, visibly shaken. Her eyes darted toward the ceiling. Her mind raced.

"Arcubis…"
She could still think, still feel—but her connection was gone. She could no longer see them in the Force. No precognition. No inner storm.

Everything was... dim.

They built a cage.
They turned my breath into silence.
That infernal Lonek tech.
She tried to lift her saber — it felt heavy now, like dragging stone through water
 
Queen Witch...Or...You know
She hissed and stumbled.

She turned her head and screamed toward the upper level, fury rising in her throat:

"ARQ, YOU SITHSPAWNED WRAITH—!"
But her voice cracked, shaking.

A deep, crawling sense of mortality clawed up her spine. A feeling she had long since exorcised. Fear.

[Zori's Inner Monologue, Slipping]

What am I without it?
What is a goddess without her breath?
Azis... are you watching me now?
For the first time, Zori didn't feel like a queen.
She felt like a woman with a sword… bleeding, surrounded, hunted.

And in the center of it all, through the ringing in her ears, she heard one voice.

Sommer's.

Emerging through the smoke, the chaos, walking calmly toward her.
 

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