Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael narrowed his eyes. "You sure it's still operational?"
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Private SOMMER'S END PT.2 -4
- Thread starter Sommer Dai
- Start date
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- end gilded sommer dai veil
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer didn't answer right away. Then:
Alyssa Kydd
Character
Alyssa stepped forward, cautious.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
That word.
Azis.
It changed the room's temperature every time it was said aloud.
Sommer stood up and walked to the center of the room, finally placing both hands on the war table console.
She turned toward them, voice calm, but final.
Azis.
It changed the room's temperature every time it was said aloud.
Sommer stood up and walked to the center of the room, finally placing both hands on the war table console.
She turned toward them, voice calm, but final.
Decision Logged: ZORI TO BE TRANSPORTED TO "BLACK SPINE STATION"
Transport begins at dusk.
Ghost of Red Spayde
Few knew the name Sarn Volath.
Even fewer returned from it.
It was a moon left off most charts, lost in gravitational drift around the cursed black-world of Zarth Prime — a planet said to have no breathable atmosphere, no life, and no business for the sane.
Arcubis exited his transport in silence.
He did not need guards.
No one would follow him here.
The air was thin, choked with volcanic ash and shimmering spores that fell like snow. Shadows clung unnaturally long to the basalt stone, as if reluctant to let go of him.
Before him stood the Temple Cradle of Azis — carved into the belly of the moon, its architecture jagged and alien, spiraling up in ways that defied gravity.
At its center burned a violet flame.
Not fire. Will.
The walls whispered. Literally.
Etched into obsidian stone were scripts of prophecy in a language only the cursed and the chosen could understand. The closer Arcubis walked, the more he felt their rhythm syncing with his breath.
And then…
He saw him.
The High Priest of Azis.
A tall, skeletal figure in robes of glistening thread — dark violet, gold, and ember-red — with a mask that bore no eyes. Only an upside-down triangle carved where a mouth might be.
He stood at the base of an obsidian altar that breathed faintly. Yes — the altar was alive.
Arcubis removed his hood.
The Priest tilted his head. "And Zori?"
The chamber fell deathly silent.
Even the whispers in the walls paused.
The High Priest stepped forward, one long bony hand resting on the altar.
The Priest turned to the altar, which now glowed with faint, pulsing breath.
He trailed off.
Arcubis stared.
The Priest grinned behind the mask.
Even fewer returned from it.
It was a moon left off most charts, lost in gravitational drift around the cursed black-world of Zarth Prime — a planet said to have no breathable atmosphere, no life, and no business for the sane.
Arcubis exited his transport in silence.
He did not need guards.
No one would follow him here.
The air was thin, choked with volcanic ash and shimmering spores that fell like snow. Shadows clung unnaturally long to the basalt stone, as if reluctant to let go of him.
Before him stood the Temple Cradle of Azis — carved into the belly of the moon, its architecture jagged and alien, spiraling up in ways that defied gravity.
At its center burned a violet flame.
Not fire. Will.
Inside the Temple
The walls whispered. Literally.
Etched into obsidian stone were scripts of prophecy in a language only the cursed and the chosen could understand. The closer Arcubis walked, the more he felt their rhythm syncing with his breath.
And then…
He saw him.
The High Priest of Azis.
A tall, skeletal figure in robes of glistening thread — dark violet, gold, and ember-red — with a mask that bore no eyes. Only an upside-down triangle carved where a mouth might be.
He stood at the base of an obsidian altar that breathed faintly. Yes — the altar was alive.
Arcubis removed his hood.
The Priest tilted his head. "And Zori?"
The chamber fell deathly silent.
Even the whispers in the walls paused.
The High Priest stepped forward, one long bony hand resting on the altar.
The Priest turned to the altar, which now glowed with faint, pulsing breath.
He trailed off.
Arcubis stared.
The Priest grinned behind the mask.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Location: Underground Hangar, The Gilded Veil – 3 Hours After Zori's Capture
The hangar wasn't used often.
Most patrons of the Gilded Veil arrived by skycar, private shuttles, or club transport. This bay — sealed behind biometric locks and buried beneath the club's foundation — had once been used for discreet exits and contraband deliveries in the club's earlier, seedier years.
Now, it held something far worse than spice or weapons.
It held Zori Galea, bound and wrapped in a containment chair — a smooth hover-rig with shock-locked restraints and triple-layer stabilization. The chair floated a few inches off the ground, humming softly as it adjusted to Zori's breath rate.
Kael checked the neural dampeners again.
The hangar wasn't used often.
Most patrons of the Gilded Veil arrived by skycar, private shuttles, or club transport. This bay — sealed behind biometric locks and buried beneath the club's foundation — had once been used for discreet exits and contraband deliveries in the club's earlier, seedier years.
Now, it held something far worse than spice or weapons.
It held Zori Galea, bound and wrapped in a containment chair — a smooth hover-rig with shock-locked restraints and triple-layer stabilization. The chair floated a few inches off the ground, humming softly as it adjusted to Zori's breath rate.
Kael checked the neural dampeners again.
Alyssa Kydd
Character
Alyssa stood off to the side, watching the woman in the restraints with narrowed eyes.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer entered last, dressed in black flight leathers, her coat buttoned tight, hair slicked back from a recent cold rinse. She wore no jewelry. No flash. Just command.
She walked directly up to Zori.
She walked directly up to Zori.
Queen Witch...Or...You know
The woman didn't even blink.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer tilted her head.
Queen Witch...Or...You know
"You think Azis doesn't reach that far?"
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"I think you'll find silence terrifying," Sommer replied.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael moved to the terminal and initiated the lift-seal. The floor beneath them groaned as the hatch to the launch corridor opened.
Their ship—a modified G9 Rigger-class freighter, code-named Dusk Nocturne—sat waiting with heat masking and a false IFF signature. Perfect for staying off anyone's radar.
Their ship—a modified G9 Rigger-class freighter, code-named Dusk Nocturne—sat waiting with heat masking and a false IFF signature. Perfect for staying off anyone's radar.
Alyssa Kydd
Character
Alyssa keyed in the clearance codes
Queen Witch...Or...You know
Zori laughed quietly.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer leaned in close to her face.
The team followed silently — four souls moving a caged storm, praying the sky holds.
As the doors shut and the engines fired…
The prisoner transport sled rose up the ramp, secured by magnetic clamps.
The team followed silently — four souls moving a caged storm, praying the sky holds.
As the doors shut and the engines fired…
Queen Witch...Or...You know
....... A single line of Zori's whisper echoed in Sommer's mind —
"…Azis is watching you now."
((TBC in SOMMER'S END Pt. 3-4 ))