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

[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

The kathhound gave an automated low huff as Rin tugged its lead, her lips curving into a slow smile at Ferren's voice crackling through the comm.

"Green lit. About time," she purred, brushing a strand of blonde hair back as if she had all the patience in the world.

With a subtle tug, she guided the Corelian Hound Replica Droid along the street, her heels clicking in deliberate rhythm. From the coordinates provided, they would be coming around close soon enough.

"Let's tighten the collar, gentlemen," Rin murmured in a throaty voice, her eyes narrowing on the approachingng convoy of speeders. "I'll keep our fish entertained until you're in place."

Then, with one fluid motion, she let the leash free. The Corellian Droid hound exploded forward in a full run, barking and charging straight into the path of the approaching speeder convoy. Without a doubt, its snarls and sudden presence turned sudden the quiet street into an erruption of panicked chaos.

Rin followed, playing the role of anxious pet owner, she rushing directly into the line of danger, daring the lead speeder to swerve. It was a perfect storm of chaos, the kathhound's frenzy brought in the confusion and Ria's own presence sealed the choice. Either the convoy pulled wide or risked plowing through a noblewoman and her beast in full public view.

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

Prelude To War
Tags: Rinaé Parnelli Ferren Vaal Seldan Rourke Kira Veylan Davik Haize

The commlink's burst of static cut short any lingering pretense of planning. Cassian's jaw clenched at the whispered report: speeders, cover, narrowing windows. That was the kind of moment when hesitation killed men.

After Seldan's word and shift in posture the room seemed to shift with him, subtle, but undeniable. Cassian felt it ripple through his chest, a tightening that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with momentum. His words landed like hammer blows: now or never. Clean. Quiet. Move.

Cassian's gut agreed before his mind had time to catch up. Sarrel slipping the net meant months of wasted effort, endless trails gone cold. He'd seen too many ghosts vanish into the Outer Rim already.

Cassian found his own hands moving without thought. Checking weapons, harness cinched, breath steadying. His comrades certainty bled into him, not blind obedience but the gravity of men who knew the cost of delay.

And in that instant, Cassian realized the map was no longer just a grid of lines and sectors. It was a cage, and Sarrel was still inside. For the first time all day, Cassian felt the faint edge of a smile ghost across his lips.

Parnelli had offered her distraction and that would buy them some time. Transports loaded up as they moved into position, they would soon be upon him and everything was coming down to these few precious moments.

 

[Aiden Porte]

The forest didn't let him forget where they were, or how uncertain every step might become.

"I wasn't certain if anyone else would answer this call," Aiden spoke, though his eyes kept drifting past them, deeper into the treeline. The Force tugged at him like a restless current pulling against a ship that was docked. "But I can feel you've been here longer than me."

Aiden drew in a slow breath, grounding himself against the tide that wanted to slip through his fingers. Jedi, allies, He reminded myself, though even that certainty wavered under the forest's influence.

"I trust the Council sent us with purpose," Aiden said at last, though his own voice felt distant to the ears. "But I can't shake the thought this place wanted us to meet, whether by design of the Order… or by something older."

The silence that followed wasn't empty, it pulsed. A waiting, watching stillness.

Voli Cholrass Kael Vorran

 

[Seldan Rourke]

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The convoy reports came in fast, overlapping in Seldan's ear as his team pulled from the FOB. He didn't need every word, the tone alone told him enough. Sarrel was moving under cover, guards pushing thick fabric like a portable shield, speeders shifting into position. And now, thanks to Parnelli, chaos was cracking the street open ahead of him.

Seldan's armored gauntlet pressed to the side of his helmet as he ducked into the transport. His commandos sat strapped in, rifles across their laps. These were men and women who didn't fidget when the waiting stretched thin, they simply looked at him, waiting.

"Convoy's locked in the open," Seldan barked over the din of engines as the ramp sealed. "Parnelli's bought us noise. We're the hammer. Ferren, Cassian, you cut him off at the narrows. Kira, with me. We're breaking that shell they've wrapped him in."

The transport banked hard, Seldan braced against the bulkhead, rifle slung across his chest, eyes burning through the shifting hologram projected from his vambrace. Every second the convoy crawled forward through Parnelli's manufactured chaos was a second Sarrel didn't get to vanish. Each heartbeat was a chance.

"Remember," Seldan growled, his voice cutting across the squad's comms, "alive. He breathes when we hand him over, whether he's spitting teeth or wrapped in binders. Nothing else matters."

The street ahead was already erupting: civilians scattered, a kathhound's furious barking tore through the fog.

Seldan's hand shot up, fist closed. His commandos unbuckled, moving into position without a single wasted word. "Drop point in five," the driver called. Seldan's jaw tightened beneath the helmet. He felt the momentum heavy in his chest, unstoppable. Months of chasing Sarrel came down to this street, this corner of a hidden world.

"Doors open," he ordered, his voice steady as stone. "We hit them before they know we're here." Seldan stepped forward into the hunt.

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

 

[Decarii Tithe]

Unified Bench of Judicial Concord
At Attin

OPEN

Despite their opening comments to the contrary, the United Bench found time to speak with the High Republic delegation late into the afternoon. The aged legislators detailed the constitutional framework of At Attin, the minutiae of their court system, and the legal peculiarities that make the planet unique. The High Assembly representatives peppered the judges with questions as they built their understanding of how the local government regulated finances, and how the lawful operation of a new reserve banking system could be established.

When they finally broke, the delegates boarded landspeeders and headed to the local bistro precinct for embidement and to sample the local cuisine, all paid for by High Republic expenses credcards.

All of them, except one.

Decarii's fingers danced across the terminal in the Judicial Concord law library as the sun set over At Attin. While her peers may be satisfied with their fact-finding mission, the Aargauun would not be satisfied until she understood every facet of the planet's legal canon. She reviewed tort laws, read recent rulings and examined constitutional advice, slowly constructing the At Attin judicial system in her mind.

While the High Republic operated as a free and fair government, power orbited around the Royal Families of Naboo. Merit would allow one to go far, but without the backing of the landed families, a career trajectory could quickly flatten out. Decarii's ambition would not allow her to become just another member of the legal procession. If she were to seize fame and fortune, she would need to crack into the inner circle otherwise bordered by blood.

Being a key player in guaranteeing the long-term financial stability of the republic through the new reserve banking system would be a big step. They would have to sit up and pay attention.

Leaning forward in her chair, Decarii brought up another legal text on the screen. It would be a long night.

 

[Kael Vorran]

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BLADE

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Kael had felt Aiden Porte approach, but he was deep within the Force and had failed to answer when the man first approached. The Force pulled at Kael, almost drawing him deeper within At Attin's forests. Kael could feel the turmoil sitting beneath the soil, waiting for him to touch it. The Dark and Light reached out to him, the ebb and flow of both powers causing him discomfort. He withdrew back into himself, coming back to the present.

"I apologize," Kael told Aiden, "The Force is powerful in this place. I was drawn rather deep into it."

Kael stood up and dusted off his robes before continuing, "This call intrigued me, I must admit. I am unfamiliar with the plague that visited this place, but its effects still linger within the Force. The echoes are there, waiting for someone to touch them. Something calls to us, something old. The Force works in mysterious ways; maybe it used the council to get us to come here. I am ready to probe further into the forest."

Kael waited for a reply before he made a move.

Voli Cholrass