Dominion We Call Claimsies [The High Republic Dominion of At Attin]

[Pillar of Reflection]

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WE CALL CLAIMSIES​

The High Republic Dominion of At Attin​

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The first transports had arrived in silence. Sleek Senate barges gliding down through the veiled skies of At Attin, their hulls gilded in the High Republic’s crest. From the ground, the planet seemed to exhale with their landing; an isolated world that for centuries had thrived on secrecy, now bracing beneath the sudden weight of galactic attention.

Commissioners and merchant lords gathered in the marble courts, their measured greetings hiding the unease in their eyes. To them, the High Republic’s arrival was not merely politics, it was a show of trust, allowing strangers to a protected world. To the senators, it was promise: a chance to anchor the galaxy’s economy in a vault that had been hidden for generations. And to the Jedi who stood at the edges of the delegations, it was something stranger still. The Force whispered here, elusive currents tugging just beyond sight, as if the world itself guarded secrets too old to name.

Above all, war lingered on the horizon. The banners and speeches spoke of trade, but beneath the surface, soldiers and spies moved like shadows, their true purpose hidden from the crowd. At Attin was no longer a forgotten name on the map. It was a fulcrum; and the High Republic was ready to place their weight behind it.

THE HIGH REPUBLIC MINT AND CREDIT RESERVE

Hidden for centuries in the shadows of the galactic map, At Attin was once the unspoken heartbeat of financial secrecy; a place where credits were minted and stored, safe in the knowledge that only those who needed to know could ever find it. Now, as the galaxy turns once more toward the promise, and the reach of the High Republic, At Attin stands on the brink of becoming the center of galactic commerce once again.

A Senate delegation has been dispatched to negotiate with the planet’s local commissioners, seeking an accord that would see At Attin host the first and largest credit mint since the days of the Old Republic. But the offer, gilded though it may be, is met with wary eyes. Whispers of overreach and questions of sovereignty drift through the marble halls and merchant courts, as At Attin weighs the cost of accepting such a powerful seat at the High Republic’s table.

RUMOURS AND TALES

The Force moves strangely on At Attin. Jedi seers have spoken of subtle disturbances in its flow; eddies and currents that shift without warning. Old tales, dismissed by most as legend, speak of a hidden Jedi refuge, untouched since the time before the Gulag Plague. Deep within the ancient forests, it is said, lies a treasure concealed from the Dark Side: a map whose secrets could link the forgotten past to the Jedi Order of today. Whether truth or myth, the possibility has drawn quiet attention from those who know the value of what cannot be bought.

PRELUDE TO WAR

While senators argue and merchants scramble to secure trade, the High Republic pursues a far sharper aim. The summit was never just diplomacy—it was a cover. Beneath the speeches and handshakes, a strike team of Grand Army specialists and RIS operatives has slipped onto the planet.

After the Republic’s hard-won victory at Sepan VIII, Ripoblus leader General Karvok Sarrel escaped the system before reinforcements could arrive. Tracked across the stars by the Bothan Spynet and Republic Intelligence, his trail finally ended on the veiled, hidden world of At Attin.

Now, a covert mission begins: to capture Sarrel, drag him before Naboo’s courts, and uncover the truth behind his rebellion.


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[Voli Cholrass]

Current Outfit
Pre Built Lightsaber

Obj 2:

RUMOURS AND TALES​

“More artifacts for me to uncover,” Voli thought her hands placed behind her back as she stared at the entrance of the forest. There were tales of a Jedi refuge nestled underneath the large forest. Voli remembered reading creepypastas about this said Jedi Refuge on the Holonet namely on how the Jedi who resided there vowed to research a cure for the Gulag plague, only for it to go horribly wrong.

That was just a creepypasta though and one Voli used to scare her fellow Padawans at night. An amused grin formed on Volis lips. Her peers were never going to sleep again. Of course venturing in alone wasn’t the best idea, but Voli had made few friends and fewer were ready to traverse the dangerous forest like Voli was. Still, Voli wanted to collect more artifacts and if the rumors were true, then perhaps there was some artifacts that could help her unlock her Sith Holocron.

“Nothing ventured, nothing gained.” Voli thought.

OOC: open to anyone!

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

The talk of going to one of the Jewel's of the Old Republic was interesting. THanks to companies like Arceneau, Sasori and Dashiell the worlds were known and protected. The three ones from the corporate interest guild had developed the advanced mints while she moved. Her hair over her shoulders. The Maititi facilities responded as she went towards the local Crown and Spears. At-Attin was beautiful after all and the far-casting network was something to key in if you were going to explore. Rumors of something to do with the jedi was interesting and negotiating was important as she would trust Dominique Vexx as the official for Denon. Her goal was just to continue to work on their reforms and a chance to see what a full mint could look like with its vault chambers full. The security forces fashioned after a mixture of Danger the head of Arceneau, the legendary figure Delila Castillon and the head of Sasori were impressive as something they could use as a model for Denon's potential military and security forces.

 

[Dominique Vexx]

OBJECTIVE I
AT ATTIN II: THE SEARCH FOR MORE MONEY

"Undersecretary Fiona," Dominique touched a hand over her heart as she stepped forward with a smile on her lips. "I know this has all been an ordeal of everyone clamoring for attention with promises and reassurances. Its more common than you might think. Comes with there being such a large and diverse galactic community; but despite the initial exhaustion, things can and do work out in the end." A soft laugh followed suit. "And there I go, reassuring you."

"But instead of me drawing up charts and figures, I was wondering if you could tell me about yourself, and your people. I have to say, your world is every bit of the hidden gem we'd all come to believe. Even so, we know so little of one another. For the sake of fostering long-term and positive relations we should learn more about each other."

Some people thought politics was boring. Because they couldn't discern the shape of the invisible battlefield that woven itself between every person and in every interaction. Much like warfare, the victory was often the one that knew both their self and the other force best. Anticipate where they will be and what they want before they do and get there first... whether that was to deny it to them, or ensure they received it it was all the same. Dominique liked to get to know the people before diving into the numbers. Often times, the other party liked it better that way too -- they weren't a mere floor mat to be stepped on and forgotten once the moment had passed.

With certain parties thinking of having a mint here and even murmuring about a Reserve, Dominique couldn't help but want to find those at the top of the decision tree and make sure they all got along just swimmingly. After all, she already had a Reserve System in mind before this venture came to light. She wasn't about to get out maneuvered now.

Ayumi Pallopides | Pillar of Reflection | OPEN​

 

[Decarii Tithe]

Unified Bench of Judicial Concord
At Attin

OPEN

Nestled in the heart of the Attin capital was a grand building, wrought and hewn from local stone, its flat, wide overhung roof supported by dozens of thick pillars. Smartly dressed lawyers, judges and legislature droids hurried up and down the wide stairs that wrapped around the building, their heads too buried in their datapads to admire the commanding view over the city skyline.

Decarii Tithe soaked up the legal pedigree of the building as she strode through the main entrance, the words of her assigned guide barely registering. She could feel the weight of legal precedence the building had borne witness to, the landmark legal cases the learned members of the Unified Bench had presided over. The building buzzed with enemies as torts were discussed and judgments passed.

Here, at the legal heart of At Attin, she would come to understand their legal system so that she could exploit its loopholes for her betterment. And for the High Republic, if time allowed.

The Aargauun and several other representatives of the Judicial Committee were ushered into a meeting room where they would be joined by members of the Unified Bench, ready to answer their enquiries. Decarii activated her datapad and reviewed the legal drafting she had been working on during the flight from Naboo. The High Republic reserve banking system, if legislated correctly, could be her magnum opus, with the At Attin mint the jewel in its crown.

The judges of the United Bench filed in, attired in vibrant cloaks of office. They moved around the room and made their introductions as they welcomed the High Assembly representatives to their world. Decarii exchanged pleasantries and took her seat.

"Distinguished guests, it is with great honour that we welcome you to our halls of justice," exclaimed Arbitrator Yoaeg, the ranking member of the group. "That your High Republic seeks to join with us during a time of such galactic upheaval is heartening. I understand that you wish to discuss a proposal with us, one for which both parties will benefit. If it pleases you, we wish to hear your offer. I'm affraid that the business of these courts is demanding and our time is short."

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

Prelude To War
Tags: Jedi / RIS Operatives / @Open
Location: At Attin - Operation Room - Miles Outside The City

The timing is delicate. Sarrel is more than just a leader, he has ties to the remnants still clinging to false hope. Cassian knew if they captured him, they would shatter whatever illusions he held against those that followed him. If they were to let him slip away once again, this little rebellion of theirs would indeed continue


Cassian did not know At Attin very well, but when the call came that he was to be included on this mission. So of course like any decent operative he did his research and gather what intel he could for their strike team. Primarily an isolated place, seemingly not visible to the stars by way of the barrier. If Sarrel chose it as his refuge he could have had support by the locals, mercenaries, or worse. They would have to act quickly and decisively in order to make sure this was a success.

"Your orders stand: secure him alive at all costs. The courts on Naboo demand a trial, and Intelligence demands answers. If he rallies a defense, do what you must."

 

[Seldan Rourke]

The ramp hissed down, and Seldan was the first to step out. His boots struck marble, a surface meant for ceremonies and speeches, not for soldiers. Sunlight caught on his armor. His dull durasteel plates were burnished just enough to look respectable for this diplomatic circus, but underneath, it was the same gear that had seen him through sieges and streets gone to fire.

He shifted his weight, his eyes sweeping the court. This was no polite senatorial survey, no reverent Jedi contemplation. Seldan's gaze was sharp, measured, born of long experience. He knew trouble lived in corners and shadows.

To the left, delegates in their flowing robes and gilded retinues peeled off. The Jedi moved with them, serene, unreadable, a silent counterweight to the political maneuvering. They carried themselves like guardians. Seldan, by contrast, moved like a man expecting to be shot.

He glanced once at Cassian as the smaller detachment formed up around them: operatives and soldiers in muted kit. These were people who moved with quiet purpose, devoid of ceremony. They were the kind who never made it into holonet reports, unless it was the casualty section. No speeches, no applause. Just orders, carried out in silence.

They didn't linger in the courts. Their path wound away from the pageantry, down through carved stone walkways where the Senate banners thinned and the noise of the summit dulled into the hush of the city. At Attin felt like a world folding in on itself. Streets curved inward, bridges draped in mist, and locals glanced once at Republic uniforms before quickly looking away. Secrecy had kept this world alive for centuries. Now, secrecy was their mission's greatest obstacle.

By the time they reached the temporary forward operating base, they could feel the city's pulse: markets whispered, doors closed before strangers got too close. The FOB itself was modest, set up in the shell of an old merchant hall, its wide arches blocked with prefabricated partitions and sensor grids. Inside, the glow of tactical holomaps painted the air in blue. The hum of comms chatter filled the space, steady and low.

Then the news hit them. Sarrel wasn't hiding in some wilderness bunker, or waiting out the storm in caves beneath the mountains. He was here, in the city. Holos flickered with grainy captures from Bothan eyes and hidden lenses.

The weight of the mission landed in the silence that followed.

Capture him. Alive.

No panic in the streets. No word to reach the delegation. They would move like shadows through a city built on silence, and pull one of the Republic's most wanted men from its hidden depths.

Seldan leaned over the map table, arms crossed, jaw tight. He didn't need to say much. The others felt the same weight. Politics might be happening in the marble courts, but here, this was war work. And that was something Seldan knew better than most.

Cassian Abrantes | Kira Veylan | Ferren Vaal | Rinaé Parnelli​

 

[Ayumi Pallopides]

Dominique Vexx

The Crown and Spears was always welcoming, she preferred it as the concierge biot was behind the desk. Tall, bald headed yes with a thin figure but exuding skill at his job. "Director Pallopides welcome." HIs voice was smooth and a serving biot was there. her hand presenting a glass as the scents changed. A small wiff of something tantalizingly sweet being poured as the serving biot offered a smile on her face. Presenting the glass and Ayumi's hand came out. "Wonderful as always." She dind't have to come to this one.. the crown and spears were on hundreds of worlds. Each one a trade hub of commerce as well as coordination. Sasori had even gotten them in various galaxies expanding beyond most.

"You will find we have all of your account information and with the arrival of new guests we are expecting more business perhaps. Lots of people going around." He spoke but she had found a seat. "Yes it will be the new government trying to work things out with the people. They want the mint." She said it and DOminique was here which meant... they would likely get it and hopefully her grand plan for the bill would go through involving this. They had back up plans... but never bad to hope for the best option. "Well they will likely find it welcoming, the corporate interest guild has received their regular shipments of aurodium and the vaults are always overflowing."

The biot said it with a look and Ayumi stayed there for the time being. She breathed in and outwards with the force calming her body. She checked on her comlink while the serving biot brought her hand over and it was dispensing the sweet smelling cold pressed juice. She watched the monitor to show the governmental hub of the city with Dominique and Decarii Tithe there. She held her cup up in hopeful intent before she was checking on it with her interface bringing up an overlay and screen. "Access product distribution." She said it while scrolling through the menus to get some of the food far-casted to the table.

 

[Kira Veylan]

//: Seldan Rourke | Cassian Abrantes | Ferren Vaal | Rinaé Parnelli //:

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Her contacts were holding still. Irritating her eyes with each passing minute as the urge to rub her eyes became more prominent.

Her presence was a muted one compared to the welcome party that was due to arrive shortly after her. Eyes scanning each being that looked her way. Catching the tell-tale signs of the Republic spies moving through the streets. They were definitely higher quality, and likely she had missed more than a few of them, but some still needed to get experience under their belt it seemed.

Newer faces maybe that hadn't been in the higher stakes version of hide and seek they were engaged in.

The locals were heavily skeptical of all the new faces that were arriving though. Faces peering through windows and doorways only to slip away a moment later to report to whoever they held dear to them. Warnings of strangers spreading faster than the Republic could arrive. Or maybe just murmurs of strange happenings.

It certainly didn't help when one of the strangers had mechanical limbs like she did.

Even attempting to keep her arms from plain sight wasn't an easy feat as a war machine. Unless they were tailored, they usually had a disappointing sleeve length for situations like this.

But, it was at least a blend of pity and scrutiny that met the sight of her mechanical hands than suspicion. And it was easy enough to dispense with a half-baked story about limb loss. The kind of coy story another party could fill in the blank spots with whatever flavor of pity they preferred to empathize with her about.

Not that very many of the locals were interested in engaging with her directly as she spun the fruit in both of her hands with forced clumsiness.

Playing on the act of a traveler still getting used to their limbs as her clawed finger pieced the fruit skin.

A real frown painting her face as the juice ran down the claw and into the servos.

Cutting short her foray into the commercial zone and headed for the designated High Republic forward operating base. Once further from the majority of the staring eyes, she artfully peeled the fruit with practiced ease. Throwing the peel into a bin on the way by until she began to make her path less obvious and more annoying to follow until she seemed to dissappear from sight altogether.

Using what she knew of biology rather than relying on tech to remain unseen as she slipped into the old merchant hall. Was scanned. Checked against the database. Even played twenty questions before being allowed through to the central area they had been told to meet.

Just finished with cleaning the intrusive material from the servo joint between her fingers as the troop of Republic specialists filed in.

Examining her work a final time as they began to go through maps and news of developments as Kira watched quietly. Studying the diagrams. Plotting the points in her head of the potential zones they would have issues with.

Reminded that they wanted him alive.

Noting that nothing had been said about being captured intact. A fact she filed away for arguments later when things went sideways.

"Information on Sarrel's local assets?" A detail she had noticed was missing from the map.

 

[Davik Haize]

OBJ.III

Wampa carpets, boar-wolf trophies, marble statues, mahogany desks, and a private army of wardrobes of muscle - nothing about Saller suggested the "downtrodden and persecuted" figure Kol-Hajj had described. And Kol-Hajj was never wrong.

For over a decade he'd been a trusted point of contact for Davik's late mentor, Waylon. Rare, true, but it wasn't the first time for wealthier sentients to seek the Wardens of the Sky when they needed safe passage, whether pursued by Hutts or other nefarious elements. That was the Wardens' duty, and never once had they offered protection to scum fleeing justice. Hell, Davik had even ferried off the whole court of Naboo and you could sure as hell find someone that was wronged by them.

Yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was utterly and terribly wrong here. And it wasn't just the wife's burnt pie in the oven. Sat cross-legged on the comfiest chair in the massive hallway, the Warden struggled to shut off this nagging sense by flipping through news pages on his datapad, idling about as Sarrel prepared for his departure.​

Kira Veylan Seldan Rourke Cassian Abrantes Ferren Vaal Rinaé Parnelli

 

[Ferren Vaal]

Ferren kept to the edges of the group as they moved, the kind of man who didn't need to assert himself to be noticed. The others already knew the file: Naboo Intelligence before the Republic's seal was even dry, a career of work in places polite society pretended didn't exist. His mother's name still lingered in the archives of the Rebellions against the Sith, but Ferren never traded on legacy. His reputation came from results.

At the forward base, he waited until the maps had been marked and the silence settled before he spoke.
"Alive?" he said evenly, his gaze fixed on Sarrel's flickering holo. "That complicates things."

His tone wasn't defiant, just matter-of-fact, the way someone notes poor weather before a march. He leaned forward, tapping the city grid with a gloved finger.
"Men like him don't wait around to be taken. He'll have contingencies: safehouses, loyalists, routes that cut under or around our sweep. If we press him, he'll vanish before we close a net. If we push too hard, we'll wake the whole city."

Ferren straightened, arms crossing, expression unreadable.
"We'll have to do this clean, precise, and fast. In and out before the locals realize what moved through their streets. Anything less, and anyone he has hidden on At Attin turns against us before we've even put cuffs on him. You all know this though, it's why you are here. Anyone heard from Parnelli?"

That was all. No grand speech, no appeal to courts or causes; just the quiet certainty of someone who had spent his life turning chaos into captured targets.

Seldan Rourke Cassian Abrantes Rinaé Parnelli Kira Veylan Davik Haize​

 

[Rinaé Parnelli]

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Prelude To War
Tags: Jedi / RIS Operatives Cassian Abrantes Ferren Vaal Seldan Rourke Kira Veylan Davik Haize
Location: At Attin - Suburb Housewives of At Attin | Neighborhood

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The Corellian kathhound's nails clicked against the cobblestone as Rin strolled through At Attin's shadowed streets, leash loose in her gloved hand. She wore the look of idle luxury well, the picture of a bored housewife with too much time and not enough attention. Blonde hair fell in a deliberate wave, blue eyes cutting sharp beneath the dim light as though the world itself owed her its secrets.

General Sarrel liked to surround himself with excess as much as that security. For weeks now, Rin had played the part of the restless housewife, letting him grow comfortable in her orbit, letting his guard lower one drink, one conversation, one smile at a time.

Today was different. Tonight, the air hummed with the weight of a trap about to close.

She adjusted her grip on the leash, a faint smirk curving her lips, and the blonde voice activated her encrypted earpiece hidden under the sleek fall of her hair.

"Come now, handsome. Surely you can manage faster than this?" that throaty coo floating through to crackle in Ferren Vaal 's ear comm. "Move it along, sweetheart. A lady shouldn't have to beg for dessert."

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

Prelude To War
Tags: Ferren Vaal Seldan Rourke Kira Veylan Davik Haize Rinaé Parnelli
Location: At Attin - Operation Room

Anyone heard from Parnelli?"

A small smirk appeared on Cassian's face. "You know her sir." Abrantes left that to Ferren's imagination, as they knew how she operated and what she was capable of. His eyes glanced around holographic image of the city layout, looking over access points and potential escape routes once more. Good thing was, they had the upper hand right now. If Sarrel knew we were coming, he wouldn't still be here. He'd already be gone. That bought them this chance to close this out with no issues.

"Information on Sarrel's local assets?"

"He has a lot of hired muscle, even in flight he's proving to be tricky." Cassian said as the hologram moved at his touch, pointing out persons of interest that were in league with him. Thanks to their eyes and ears that were on the site already. "Two speeders here...." He glanced on the far side of the image, and "A potential escape route that could lead through to the sewers underneath the streets."

 

[Dominique Vexx]

OBJECTIVE I
AT ATTIN II: THE SEARCH FOR MORE MONEY

"There would be many in the galaxy that would be envious of a prosperous At Attin. Others might seek to destabilize you in order to attack the High Republic, if you joined us as a partner. Others still would seek to claim by force what they won't get by honest negotiation without the Republic. Fortunately, you have Denon and the Corporate Sector to back you in all things," Dominique replied. Undersecretary Fiona and her had conversed of personal matters, which gradually led to the future of the world that preoccupied both women. "You furnishing credits. We supplying their distribution and usage. And, just as importantly, a system in which you to do just that."

"I intend to put a Reserve Act before the Senate to distribute the risk throughout the Republic. Rather than giving our enemies a single target to throw their entire forces at, they will have to lay siege to all of Republic space. An exhausting endeavor that will spend even the largest fleets in the galaxy." After all, they had to keep ships behind in order to ward off someone exploiting their time away from home. "I would be honored if At Attin were one of its prime members. The Governor of the Reserve Bank would help shape policy throughout the Republic; and from there the galaxy."

Dominique idly glanced at the crowd surrounding them at the social gathering. "The High Republic may ask for resources to ensure our defense or ward off economic threats, but if we work together we will keep them from short-sighted decisions. And what you might lose in autonomy you will gain back ten fold in galactic influence." Polite laughter followed. "I believe a strong offense is a strong defense, Undersecurity."

Ayumi Pallopides | Decarii Tithe | OPEN​

 

[Kael Vorran]

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For Kael to be invited on this delegation to At Attin was a surprise to him. He had just returned to the galaxy proper after his solitude, and after joining the High Republic, an honor such as this was, to him, unheard of. He was an unknown to most, but he was here to serve, and what better way than to find the past that could assist the future? He would do his best and make use of his talents in a way that helped the Order.

So now here he stood, at the edge of the delegation that was meeting with those in charge of At Attin. Kael watched the pleasantries commence, but a call from the deep parts of the world was why he was here. A call, or rumor, he had yet to find out.

His briefing of this world told him there was the potential of a Jedi refuge hidden somewhere in the forests, lost through time. Other Jedi would attempt to find it with him. He was unaware of what methods they would use, but he would try to use his abilities to find echoes hidden on this world, and trace them to their source.

As such, Kael bid farewell to The High Republic dignitaries and walked toward the forest of At Attin. He could feel the force flowing through this world, almost an ancient feeling, untouched. It allowed him to commune with it more easily, to see its ebb and flow.

Once Kael reached the forest's edge, he noticed Voli Cholrass , standing and staring toward its depths.

"Beautiful, in a haunting way, isn't it?" Kael asked, nodding toward the dark depths of the forest. Kael slowly sat beside her, crossing his legs and closing his eyes, feeling the force around him.

Before Voli could respond, Kael continued, "I hope you don't mind the intrusion. I saw you as I approached. I intend to commune with the force, to determine this...refuge's location. If you'll humor me briefly, I will accompany you to find it, if you wouldn't mind some company. I don't know about you, but dark forests sometimes scare me." Kael glanced up at her and gave her a wink as he smiled and opened himself to the force, probing for echoes and force nexus' in the area.

 

[Aiden Porte]

Mist whispered through the towering boughs of At Attin's forests, curling like pale fingers around trunks much older than time itself seemed. Each step Aiden Porte took seemed to sink into silence, the sound swallowed by moss that lingered on the edge of the forest. The force was present here in strange ways. It was not the calm current he was accustomed to, but a restless tide that shifted beneath his senses, like something slipping away like water through closed hands.

Aiden paused just before the forests edge. His hand brushing the hilt of his saber though no threat yet showed itself. His breath plumed faintly in the cool air as his eyes traced the tree's edge. He closed his eyes and stretched out his senses, seeking. The forest responded, but not in a way he expected.

He felt presences, faint like failing candle and then they became clearer. He could sense the presence of fellow Jedi nearby. He knew there were others on this small expedition but he wasn't sure just how many.

His boots carried him along the edge of the forest it was then two individuals had come into sight, those presences he felt.

"Good day my friends, I wasn't sure who else was coming along."

Voli Cholrass Kael Vorran

 

[Davik Haize]

OBJ.III
Two speeders did indeed just park outside the mansion as the vigilant eyes of the RIS saw, but several seconds later another two speeders parked right behind them. All four vehicles looked exactly identical: same makes and models, black, with dark-tinted windows.

At the mansion's entrance, two hulking bodyguards hauled up a stretch of thick, impenetrable fabric, carefully unfurling it toward the speeders to form a tunnel that hid everything from outside view.

Meanwhile, hurried footsteps thudded through the house.

"On your feet. We're moving," one of the muscles grumbled at Davik and the Warden gave him a sinister look as he slowly rose up from his chair.​

Ferren Vaal Seldan Rourke Kira Veylan Cassian Abrantes Rinaé Parnelli

 

[Seldan Rourke]

Seldan stood over the holo-map, arms crossed, jaw tight. He listened as Ferren and Cassian discussed contingencies, and noted Kira's quiet observations. His gaze, however, wasn't on the glowing grids, it was fixed on the commlink pressed tightly against his ear.

A crackle of static and the clipped whisper of his point team cut through the air. "Command, target's on the move. Speeders in play. Mansion guards making cover. We've got eyes, but not for long."

That was all he needed to hear.

Seldan straightened, his armor plates catching the blue light as he turned back to the others. "He's not waiting for us to finalize plans. Sarrel's pulling out now. We have eyes on him, but once those speeders break line of sight, he'll be a ghost."

He stabbed a finger at the sector of the map, showing speeders clustering. His hand lingered there, steady and hard. "It's now or never. We push while they're still inside the grid, or we'll spend the next six months chasing his shadow across another sector."

He glanced at Ferren, then Cassian, his tone leaving no room for argument. "We keep it clean. We keep it quiet. But we move. Commandos are already shifting positions to lock the net."

Seldan's gauntlet tapped the table once, a hard, final sound. He was already moving, helmet sliding into place, rifle mag checked with practiced speed. The time for talk was over. The hunt had begun.

Kira Veylan | Ferren Vaal | Rinaé Parnelli | Cassian Abrantes | Davik Haize​

 

[Kira Veylan]

//: Seldan Rourke | Cassian Abrantes | Ferren Vaal | Rinaé Parnelli | Davik Haize //:

Outfit​

She eyed the map as information came out.

Brow rising as the news of movement came along with it. Eyes narrowing as she sighed.

"No big scene. Just need him." A frown crossing her face before plugging a device into the map display. Her eyes misty for a brief second as she tried to sync to the live feed.

Twitching once more as she succeeded before withdrawing the device.

"High probability they are going to choose separate paths." She advised, following behind Seldan.

This was not her operation to run. Nor was she here to offer an opinion until things were finished. She already was not enjoying having so many eyes to mind or stipulations to abide by. Details she kept to herself for the time being for the future.

But she had been offered to help to secure the target as an investment for the future.

So she would play nice.

 

[Ferren Vaal]

The update didn’t surprise him. Men like Sarrel never sat still once they got even the inclination that the net was tightening, add the first whiff of pressure to their situation and they bolted.
Parnelli’s rather amusing request came through for things to move faster, which while Ferren’s eyes tracked the grid where Seldan’s gauntlet struck, committing the escape vector to memory forced a rare smile onto his lips. “Don’t worry I’m trying.”

He adjusted the strap on his rifle, gaze still on the shifting markers. “Speeders will give him confidence. He thinks they’ll stretch the field, draw us thin. We don’t give him that luxury.”

He stepped in closer, gloved finger tapping two choke points along the projected route. “Here and here. Natural narrows. Too tight for speed. We set intercepts, force him down to ground he doesn’t control.”

At his side, Kira’s mechanical claw clicked faintly against the edge of the table as she leaned in. Ferren met her look, unblinking. For a beat, the low hum of comms was the only sound between them. Then he gave the faintest shrug, as if to acknowledge the truth in her words without endorsing it.
“Breathing’s enough,” he said, calm and final. “Alive doesn’t mean comfortable.”

He slung the rifle across his shoulder, movements measured, no wasted motion. His gaze swept once toward Cassian, then Seldan.
“We box him in, break his guard, and drag him out. Whatever shape he’s in when the courts get him;” his eyes lingered on the holo, “...that’s their problem, not ours.”

The helmet clipped at his side was pulled up and placed over his head and with the rest of the team made to leave the room, pace steady as if this was just another night on another world. For this team, it fully might well have been.

“Parnelli, we are moving to intercept now. You are green lit.”

Seldan Rourke Cassian Abrantes Rinaé Parnelli Kira Veylan Davik Haize​