Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
“It wasn’t supposed to go like that,” he finally said. “You remember our plan—leave the sector, set up on Nixari Prime. You had lines on clean cargo. I had a legit transport license. You said we’d do it right.”
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(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer leaned back, jaw set.
“And then I saw what ‘right’ cost. Scraps. Rules. Waiting for permits while syndicates carved up the galaxy. I got tired of pretending that playing clean meant playing smart.”
“And then I saw what ‘right’ cost. Scraps. Rules. Waiting for permits while syndicates carved up the galaxy. I got tired of pretending that playing clean meant playing smart.”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
Andrew shook his head. “No. You got tired of being small.”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Her voice dropped.
“You think this empire came from ambition alone? You know what it’s like out there. Especially for people like me. I had to become a myth to survive the truth.”
“You think this empire came from ambition alone? You know what it’s like out there. Especially for people like me. I had to become a myth to survive the truth.”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
Andrew stared at her for a moment, as if trying to find the version of her he once knew beneath all the polish and dashing exterior.
“And now?” he asked. “What are you?”
“And now?” he asked. “What are you?”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
“Efficient. Profitable. Respected.”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
He leaned in, elbows on the table.
“And empty?”
“And empty?”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She blinked — just once. That old fracture in her mask threatened to resurface.
“What do you want from me, Andrew?” she said tightly. “A confession? Closure? You’re late. I’m not that woman anymore.”
“What do you want from me, Andrew?” she said tightly. “A confession? Closure? You’re late. I’m not that woman anymore.”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
He didn’t blink.
“I don’t want closure, Sommer. I want in.”
“I don’t want closure, Sommer. I want in.”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
She stiffened. “In?”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
“You’re in the middle of a war. Vos is circling. You’ve got double agents, spice being ghosted out from under your nose. You need someone who knows how to operate outside the system — and isn’t on your payroll. You need someone you can almost trust.”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer stared at him, her mind racing — threat, opportunity, memory. He was a weakness and a weapon all in one.
And he was right.
She did need someone almost trustworthy.
“One mistake,” she said, her voice sharp as glass, “and you disappear. Again. Permanently.”
And he was right.
She did need someone almost trustworthy.
“One mistake,” she said, her voice sharp as glass, “and you disappear. Again. Permanently.”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
Andrew offered his hand, palm open.
“We’ll call it nostalgia.”
“We’ll call it nostalgia.”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
Andrew twirled the drink between his fingers, leaning back with that maddening, lopsided grin. The one Sommer hated. The one she remembered.
“You wanna know what I’ve been up to?” he said casually, like they were catching up over caf in a quiet starport diner. “Well, let’s just say the galaxy doesn’t need another arms dealer—it needs a smarter one.”
“You wanna know what I’ve been up to?” he said casually, like they were catching up over caf in a quiet starport diner. “Well, let’s just say the galaxy doesn’t need another arms dealer—it needs a smarter one.”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer arched a brow. “You’ve become an arms dealer?”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
“No,” he smirked. “I became the guy arms dealers call when they want to cheat physics.”
He reached into the inside lining of his jacket and placed a small hexagonal chip on the table. The surface shimmered faintly — like it wasn’t entirely in one dimension.
“This little guy? Adaptive signal morphing. Routes through three dead satellites and one still orbiting a black site outside the Tantalus Cluster. You could run an entire covert op on this and no one would trace your chatter, not even the Hutts.”
He reached into the inside lining of his jacket and placed a small hexagonal chip on the table. The surface shimmered faintly — like it wasn’t entirely in one dimension.
“This little guy? Adaptive signal morphing. Routes through three dead satellites and one still orbiting a black site outside the Tantalus Cluster. You could run an entire covert op on this and no one would trace your chatter, not even the Hutts.”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer looked at the chip, unimpressed — until it levitated an inch above the table, flipped, and pulsed once with blue light.
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
“It’s not just comms,” Andrew continued. “It’s a bridge. Between front-end intel and back-end strategy. Taps into your floor servers, filters real-time heat maps from your club activity, even predicts where your next leak might be.”
He looked up at her, grin turning sincere — dangerous.
“I built it with you in mind, y’know. Because no one weaponizes information like Sommer Dai.”
He looked up at her, grin turning sincere — dangerous.
“I built it with you in mind, y’know. Because no one weaponizes information like Sommer Dai.”
(Gilded Veil)- Founder / C.E.O.
Sommer stared at the chip a moment longer, then slowly sat back. Something in her eyes shifted — not trust, but curiosity. Maybe even pride.
“So you’ve been playing with gadgets in the dark while I built an empire.”
“So you’ve been playing with gadgets in the dark while I built an empire.”
Andrew Lonek
(L.T.I President)
“Not just gadgets,” he said, shrugging. “I funded three rogue A.I. prototypes, broke an encryption protocol that got me blacklisted from two planets, and, oh—got shot twice helping smuggle out a Mirialan diplomat who paid me in star maps and terrible poetry.”