Star Wars Roleplay: Chaos
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Private Welcome back to the fire Pt.1
- Thread starter Sommer Dai
- Start date
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer exhaled and collapsed into her vanity stool.
"How bad was it?"
"How bad was it?"
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She gave him a crooked smile. "Deal."
Then, more quietly: "Andrew didn't answer."
Then, more quietly: "Andrew didn't answer."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"I don't need him to save me," she muttered. "I just… wanted him to show up."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer closed her eyes. Just for a second.
Then stood.
"Let's go back," she said. "The Veil won't run itself. Not tonight."
Then stood.
"Let's go back," she said. "The Veil won't run itself. Not tonight."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
The moment Sommer stepped through the private entrance of her own club, she felt it — a shift in the air. It wasn't chaos. Not exactly. It was more like… expectation. A wrongness that hummed beneath the music.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer looked to the bar. The floor staff had gone still. Dancers were quietly avoiding eye contact. Security stood at attention near the side lounges, hands too close to weapons.
And there — seated like a queen who owned the table but not the throne — was Therin Vos.
Silk blazer. Charcoal gray with blood-red cuffs. Lipstick like dried roses. One leg crossed over the other, datapad in hand. Elegant. Predatory.
When she saw Sommer, she stood — graceful and cold.
"Ms. Dai," Therin said with a smirk. "You're just in time."
Sommer didn't stop walking. She moved straight into the lounge, Arq trailing like an elegant shadow of war.
"I didn't schedule you."
Therin tilted her head. "Some invitations are implied. I heard you had a rough few cycles. Press trouble. Staffing instability. Expense spikes. A former flame stirring the dust."
Sommer stopped just short of her. "I should gut you where you stand for showing up unannounced."
"Oh, please. If I believed you could be that unprofessional, I wouldn't be offering what I am."
Sommer crossed her arms, jaw tense. "You've got one minute. Start counting."
Therin placed a datachip on the table between them.
"Full financial absorption under Cindrexus Holdings. The Gilded Veil becomes a flagship property. You stay in control of artistic direction, talent, image. But infrastructure, security, and major logistics fall to us."
Sommer's eyes didn't move. "You want to own me."
"I want to protect you," Therin replied smoothly. "From burnout. From bad faith partners. From… the Diamond Eights. It would be so unfortunate if your little sanctuary got caught in their crosshairs."
Sommer's gaze finally broke.
And there — seated like a queen who owned the table but not the throne — was Therin Vos.
Silk blazer. Charcoal gray with blood-red cuffs. Lipstick like dried roses. One leg crossed over the other, datapad in hand. Elegant. Predatory.
When she saw Sommer, she stood — graceful and cold.
"Ms. Dai," Therin said with a smirk. "You're just in time."
Sommer didn't stop walking. She moved straight into the lounge, Arq trailing like an elegant shadow of war.
"I didn't schedule you."
Therin tilted her head. "Some invitations are implied. I heard you had a rough few cycles. Press trouble. Staffing instability. Expense spikes. A former flame stirring the dust."
Sommer stopped just short of her. "I should gut you where you stand for showing up unannounced."
"Oh, please. If I believed you could be that unprofessional, I wouldn't be offering what I am."
Sommer crossed her arms, jaw tense. "You've got one minute. Start counting."
Therin placed a datachip on the table between them.
"Full financial absorption under Cindrexus Holdings. The Gilded Veil becomes a flagship property. You stay in control of artistic direction, talent, image. But infrastructure, security, and major logistics fall to us."
Sommer's eyes didn't move. "You want to own me."
"I want to protect you," Therin replied smoothly. "From burnout. From bad faith partners. From… the Diamond Eights. It would be so unfortunate if your little sanctuary got caught in their crosshairs."
Sommer's gaze finally broke.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"You threatening me?"
"I'm offering insurance," Therin said with a too-sweet smile. "You'd still be queen. Just a well-funded one. And your cousin already seems willing to—"
"Don't finish that sentence," Sommer warned. "You won't like what I call you."
"I'm offering insurance," Therin said with a too-sweet smile. "You'd still be queen. Just a well-funded one. And your cousin already seems willing to—"
"Don't finish that sentence," Sommer warned. "You won't like what I call you."
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Therin didn't sit. But her smile thinned.
"I don't need to play the villain," she said. "I'm just here to build something. Something stable."
Sommer stepped close — close enough that only inches separated them now.
"Let me make something real clear," she said, voice like cracked stone. "You can walk into this club in silk and pretend you're untouchable. You can offer your credits and make your threats."
"But the second you cross my line? You don't own me. You don't back me. You don't survive me."
She leaned in closer, whispering it so only Therin could hear.
"You work for me. And if you ever try to lay claim to this place again, I'll make you my b*tch. And not the fun kind."
Therin's smile cracked — just for a second. Just enough to show there was something under the polished surface that could bleed.
"I don't need to play the villain," she said. "I'm just here to build something. Something stable."
Sommer stepped close — close enough that only inches separated them now.
"Let me make something real clear," she said, voice like cracked stone. "You can walk into this club in silk and pretend you're untouchable. You can offer your credits and make your threats."
"But the second you cross my line? You don't own me. You don't back me. You don't survive me."
She leaned in closer, whispering it so only Therin could hear.
"You work for me. And if you ever try to lay claim to this place again, I'll make you my b*tch. And not the fun kind."
Therin's smile cracked — just for a second. Just enough to show there was something under the polished surface that could bleed.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Therin reached for the datachip, but Sommer slapped her hand away.
"Leave it. I'll use it as a coaster. Something to put drinks on while I celebrate not selling my soul."
Therin straightened her coat, lips tight.
"You'll regret this."
"I regret my first haircut and that one week I dated a bantha dealer. This? This is just business."
Therin turned without another word and strode out.
The club held its breath until she disappeared past the main curtain.
Then silence fell again.
Sommer looked around. Her staff stared with something between awe and fear.
She raised a hand. "Everyone. Back to it. We're open 'til dawn."
And just like that, The Veil lived again.
"Leave it. I'll use it as a coaster. Something to put drinks on while I celebrate not selling my soul."
Therin straightened her coat, lips tight.
"You'll regret this."
"I regret my first haircut and that one week I dated a bantha dealer. This? This is just business."
Therin turned without another word and strode out.
The club held its breath until she disappeared past the main curtain.
Then silence fell again.
Sommer looked around. Her staff stared with something between awe and fear.
She raised a hand. "Everyone. Back to it. We're open 'til dawn."
And just like that, The Veil lived again.
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Hours later
The Veil had closed early. For once.
Lights dimmed. Floors swept. Dancers sent home with half pay and extra hush.
The kind of silence that felt like a calm before a storm that already started.
Sommer Dai stood with her back to the office window, holo-screen flickering beside her. The news hadn't picked up anything official, but word had already slithered through the underworld:
Just a look. Just timing.
Which meant intention.
Sommer didn't pace. Didn't fidget. She just waited.
Because Arq had already said it.
The Veil had closed early. For once.
Lights dimmed. Floors swept. Dancers sent home with half pay and extra hush.
The kind of silence that felt like a calm before a storm that already started.
Sommer Dai stood with her back to the office window, holo-screen flickering beside her. The news hadn't picked up anything official, but word had already slithered through the underworld:
No confrontation. No blaster fire.
Just a look. Just timing.
Which meant intention.
Sommer didn't pace. Didn't fidget. She just waited.
Because Arq had already said it.
And then the door hissed open.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael stepped in — jacket unzipped, hair tousled, comm still in his hand.
He stopped when he saw her.
No drinks. No music. No distractions.
Just her stare.
"Sommer," he began carefully. "Didn't know you were still—"
He stopped when he saw her.
No drinks. No music. No distractions.
Just her stare.
"Sommer," he began carefully. "Didn't know you were still—"
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"Sit down."
Her voice cut like phrik.
Her voice cut like phrik.
Kaelon Virex
Character
Kael hesitated. "You alright?"
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
"I asked you to sit."