Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos

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Private Welcome back to the fire Pt.1

Arq's smile vanished.

Jakob stood upright again. "You wanna keep your throne? You'll want eyes outside your walls. I'm offering that. Eyes. Ears. Routes. Coverage."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer's voice came like thunder after lightning.

"You're offering protection like I'm weak."

"I'm offering alliance," he said, no longer smiling.

"You're offering chains," she snapped.

He looked her in the eye. "You still don't trust me?"

"I don't trust the part of me that ever did."

For a second — just a second — Jakob's bravado broke. Beneath it was something real, something scarred.

He didn't argue.

Didn't push.

Just stepped back with a short nod.

"You know where to find me."

He motioned to his crew, and slowly, the Diamond Eights filed out — without a fight, without a drink, without another word.

But Jakob didn't turn away without saying one last thing:

"Next time you hear from that brunette... ask yourself what she really wants in return."

And then he was gone.
 

Afterwards On the Balcony

Arq lit a long-stemmed vapor stick, blowing a glittered plume into the air.

"Well. That was nostalgic in the worst way."
 
The Gilded Veil had quieted for the night. Dancers were in cooldown, lights were warm but low, and the last wave of guests trickled out under Hesk's watchful eye.


In the dim hush of the upper lounge, Kael was alone — nursing a drink and running numbers through his datapad.


Until the door opened.


And Sommer entered without knocking.

He glanced up, instantly alert. "Hey. You're back early."
 
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She closed the door behind her, slow and deliberate.

Arq's glitter perfume still lingered faintly in her coat, but her scent—cigarette spice, metal, sweat, and powder—hit like a memory.

"Kael," she said flatly, "when were you going to tell me about Therin Vos?"

Silence.
 
Kael stepped forward. "Because I wanted to get the whole picture. I wanted to understand what she was after, who she worked for, what angle she'd play. I didn't tell you because I was trying to protect you."
 
"I know that," he said, heat rising in his throat. "But you don't get it — she's smart, she's well-backed, and she didn't just come for credits. She came for leverage."
 

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