Vivienne and Mirelle Part 9 Final
Vivienne and Mirelle Part 9: Closure Is a Blade
Some things aren’t buried. They’re sheathed.
The packet she had received from Seraine contained manifest logs. Port Romanov transit data. Surveillance. A timestamp. A name:
Eliron Vex
Not a legend. Not even a ghost. Just a man who thought Vivienne owed him something.
He’d been the nephew of her first lieutenant—a connection Vivienne had once respected.
When a business deal with her soured, he decided he’d been wronged.
He was never sharp enough to understand why the terms turned the way they did—but loud enough to make himself a problem.
At first, his outbursts were petty: intercepted messages, poisoned rumors, low-level disruptions that didn’t touch her directly.
Then they got dangerous.
His aunt, seeing the direction he was headed, sent him off-world—a soft exile disguised as opportunity. A logistics contract on the edge of the Drift. Quiet. Far. Low stakes.
He didn’t stay there.
Vex came back with scars he probably paid someone else to give him, stories no one could verify, and a list of names that shouldn’t have included hers
He was back. In her port. In her airspace.
Testing the line he thought she wouldn’t cross.
She reached beneath her chair and unlocked the panel almost no one knew existed.
Inside: a blade. Familiar weight. The one she carried the night Mirelle—not yet Seraine—had bandaged her side in silence, after Vex came too close with a coward’s strike.
Vivienne stood. Unhurried. Certain.
She sent one message to her lieutenant:
“If I’m not back by dawn, lock down the sky.”
Then she slipped the knife into her coat.
Took one last glance at the vanishing message.
And said softly, with neither hate nor heat:
“You were never worth this much attention, Vex. But now you’ve earned it.”
And then she disappeared into the underbelly of Sky Port Bury.
Not to punish.
To finish.
Addendum to Part 9
What they say happened that night. No footage. No witnesses. Just echoes.
1. The Dockhand at Ring 12
“I heard shouting. But not loud. That kind that’s controlled—like someone angry enough to kill but too elegant to raise her voice.
“Then nothing. Just this heavy silence. Like the whole port was holding its breath. Next thing I know, there’s blood on the loading ramp and no one asking questions.”
2. A Crimson Alcove Girl
“Vex? I thought he was dead. Then again, so’s everyone who crosses Vivienne—eventually.
“Someone said she dragged him through the rain ducts. Alive. Just long enough for him to hear her say why.
“I hope it’s true. Bastard earned it.”
3. Guild Comms Technician (off the record)
“We caught a burst on a dead channel—some old Ravenwood fallback frequency. No encryption, just raw analog. Definitely her voice.
She said: ‘Vex. If you’re hearing this, you already lost.’
Then… a sound like metal dragging across metal. Slow. Heavy.
Cut off mid-transmission. Signal terminated from inside the ring vents.
We scrubbed the file. Some things aren’t meant to be documented.”
4. Bartender at Club Argent
“She walked into Club Argent alone.
No guards. No announcement. Just presence.
Sat at the bar. Ordered nothing.
Didn’t speak. Didn’t look at anyone.
Just watched the room like it owed her something.
We counted—seven minutes.
No one approached. No one dared.
At minute seven, she stood. Left without a word.
Later, someone asked what it meant. I didn’t answer.
But I haven’t let anyone sit on that stool since.”
5. One of the Girls Who Talks Too Much
“They say Vex was torn open from throat to thigh. Precision work. No mess.
They say Vivienne left a single token on his chest—an old coin. Something from New Victoria Township.
They say it means closure.
They’re wrong. It means warning.”
6. Omalley Dakota (in a private moment, to no one in particular)
“I never asked what happened. Never needed to.
But the next time I passed by the Ravenwood, I noticed a new flower on her balcony.
White. Delicate. From a planet that doesn’t exist anymore.
She’s not mourning. She’s marking territory.”
7. Seraine, Somewhere in the Drift
No words. Just a brief flicker on an off-grid signal.
A smile. Then gone again
The End
Vivienne and Mirelle Part 9 Final
Vivienne and Mirelle Part 9: Closure Is a Blade
Some things aren’t buried. They’re sheathed.
The packet she had received from Seraine contained manifest logs. Port Romanov transit data. Surveillance. A timestamp. A name:
Eliron Vex
Not a legend. Not even a ghost. Just a man who thought Vivienne owed him something.
He’d been the nephew of her first lieutenant—a connection Vivienne had once respected.
When a business deal with her soured, he decided he’d been wronged.
He was never sharp enough to understand why the terms turned the way they did—but loud enough to make himself a problem.
At first, his outbursts were petty: intercepted messages, poisoned rumors, low-level disruptions that didn’t touch her directly.
Then they got dangerous.
His aunt, seeing the direction he was headed, sent him off-world—a soft exile disguised as opportunity. A logistics contract on the edge of the Drift. Quiet. Far. Low stakes.
He didn’t stay there.
Vex came back with scars he probably paid someone else to give him, stories no one could verify, and a list of names that shouldn’t have included hers
He was back. In her port. In her airspace.
Testing the line he thought she wouldn’t cross.
She reached beneath her chair and unlocked the panel almost no one knew existed.
Inside: a blade. Familiar weight. The one she carried the night Mirelle—not yet Seraine—had bandaged her side in silence, after Vex came too close with a coward’s strike.
Vivienne stood. Unhurried. Certain.
She sent one message to her lieutenant:
“If I’m not back by dawn, lock down the sky.”
Then she slipped the knife into her coat.
Took one last glance at the vanishing message.
And said softly, with neither hate nor heat:
“You were never worth this much attention, Vex. But now you’ve earned it.”
And then she disappeared into the underbelly of Sky Port Bury.
Not to punish.
To finish.
Addendum to Part 9
What they say happened that night. No footage. No witnesses. Just echoes.
1. The Dockhand at Ring 12
“I heard shouting. But not loud. That kind that’s controlled—like someone angry enough to kill but too elegant to raise her voice.
“Then nothing. Just this heavy silence. Like the whole port was holding its breath. Next thing I know, there’s blood on the loading ramp and no one asking questions.”
2. A Crimson Alcove Girl
“Vex? I thought he was dead. Then again, so’s everyone who crosses Vivienne—eventually.
“Someone said she dragged him through the rain ducts. Alive. Just long enough for him to hear her say why.
“I hope it’s true. Bastard earned it.”
3. Guild Comms Technician (off the record)
“We caught a burst on a dead channel—some old Ravenwood fallback frequency. No encryption, just raw analog. Definitely her voice.
She said: ‘Vex. If you’re hearing this, you already lost.’
Then… a sound like metal dragging across metal. Slow. Heavy.
Cut off mid-transmission. Signal terminated from inside the ring vents.
We scrubbed the file. Some things aren’t meant to be documented.”
4. Bartender at Club Argent
“She walked into Club Argent alone.
No guards. No announcement. Just presence.
Sat at the bar. Ordered nothing.
Didn’t speak. Didn’t look at anyone.
Just watched the room like it owed her something.
We counted—seven minutes.
No one approached. No one dared.
At minute seven, she stood. Left without a word.
Later, someone asked what it meant. I didn’t answer.
But I haven’t let anyone sit on that stool since.”
5. One of the Girls Who Talks Too Much
“They say Vex was torn open from throat to thigh. Precision work. No mess.
They say Vivienne left a single token on his chest—an old coin. Something from New Victoria Township.
They say it means closure.
They’re wrong. It means warning.”
6. Omalley Dakota (in a private moment, to no one in particular)
“I never asked what happened. Never needed to.
But the next time I passed by the Ravenwood, I noticed a new flower on her balcony.
White. Delicate. From a planet that doesn’t exist anymore.
She’s not mourning. She’s marking territory.”
7. Seraine, Somewhere in the Drift
No words. Just a brief flicker on an off-grid signal.
A smile. Then gone again
The End