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

 

[Aiden Porte]

Kael Vorran Voli Cholrass

Aiden inclined his head slightly, a gesture of understanding rather than rebuke. His gaze drifted to the tree line as Kael spoke, the forest stretching in ripples of shadow and light, each whispering its own story through the Force.

"You don't need to apologize," Aiden said quietly. "This place is heavy with memory. You're right, the plague left more than bones in the ground. The Force itself remembers. It lingers in the soil, in the branches, in every breath of mist." His tone was low, almost reverent, though there was a tension behind his words, as though he felt the weight pressing too.

He stepped closer, his boots sinking slightly into the damp earth. The air seemed to grow thicker the deeper he looked into the trees, as if the forest itself resisted intrusion.

"I've walked battlefields where the Force still echoed with screams," Aiden continued, eyes narrowing. "This is… different. Not grief. Not rage. Something older. Something waiting. If the Order felt it too, then perhaps we were meant to stand here together." His hand brushed the hilt at his side, not out of fear, but instinct. He glanced back at Kael, his expression steady but laced with curiosity.

"Then let us probe further. But not blindly. Whatever calls to us may be less interested in being found than in finding us." He nodded once toward the forest. "Lead on, Kael. I'll follow."

 

[Kira Veylan]

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

Outfit​

The live feed of the distraction in the back of her mind made a slight grin appear as the 'dog' lurched forward.

Somewhere in the verse there was a version of those things that made a neat boom if she remembered right. Not entirely handy here, but the thought stuck in the back of her memory as they moved. Loading up into transports as Kira spared a brief second to scowl at the cramped space.

Keeping close to Seldan as he braced himself and continued to send out orders.

Her cloak discarded inside the transport as her arms stretched and braced her between the sides. Gears and servos whirring and chirping as her neck rolled.

"Alive. Breathing." Kira spoke it like a mantra.

Eyes blinking slowly as her eyes shifted to a red that outshone the contacts that covered them. Her clawed fingers biting into the sides as they banked hard. His final order coming across the comms as she breathed deep. A final adjustment made to her arms as the servos and gears settled into working silence.

Her arms had been stretched to their limits prior. Now bending at the elbow to keep her centered as Seldan stepped out first.

A reaching grab made to the door as she propelled herself out as if shot from a cannon. "Orders received. Moving now."

As much as teamwork seemed to be the goal, their distraction was likely not going to last long. And their window for grabbing the man would shrink with every wasted second. As much as it pained her to, she did not break the chain of command.

Elevating Seldan to a level of authority for the time being that was only eclipsed by Dominique.

Which wasn't saying much when it equated to middle management in the corporate ladder.

 

[Ferren Vaal]

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The team hit duracrete in one fluid motion. The convoy had slammed to a stop as to not run over the Corellian hound that had run into the street. There was no real talking, only notes on the mission. Ferren moved to his point near the narrows to ensure the target didn’t get the slip on the team as they started to move down the speeder line.

The convoy, still not fully aware, had started to adjust. Ferren couldn’t give them that time. “Mark,” he snapped as he advanced, rifle steady against his shoulder.

A small device was planted on the rear speeder, a quick electrical drilling noise and all the electrics in it died, slowly sinking down to the floor. “Tail’s clipped,” he reported, voice even despite the organised chaos. “Moving to contain.” Another device was quickly placed on the second rear car.

Through the haze he caught glimpses of the team moving further up the line, there was also other movement. Speeder doors opening, guards starting to realise what was happening.

“Convoy’s sealed in,” he said, a finality in his tone. “Time to pry him out, it’s about to get real loud down here.”

Seldan Rourke Cassian Abrantes Rinaé Parnelli Kira Veylan Davik Haize​

 

[Decarii Tithe]

Unified Bench of Judicial Concord
At Attin

Sitting on the ornate stone steps of the Unified Bench of Judicial Concord, Decarii watched as the sun rose over the city.

She had worked through the night at her terminal, studying the laws, judgments and regulatory rulings of At Attin. Hours had been lost diving into obscure case law as she unpacked how a High Republic reserve banking system could operate on the planet. The lawyer had carefully pieced together banking regulations, constitutional powers and government mandate, developing an elaborate framework to support an inter-system galactic bank.

Decarii withdrew her comlink from her coat pocket and fired off a quick message to Senator Dominique Vexx . “Confirmed - reserve bank can fit within existing framework,” she explained to the architect of the new High Republic banking system that would bring financial stability to the southern systems. “Will brief you back on Naboo.”

The Aargauun leaned back on the stone steps as the city began to awake. Locals slowly filtered out onto the streets, heading to an early morning service job or out to exercise. The sound of traffic, conversation and commerce gradually grew louder as life arose from the overnight lull. Her colleagues were no doubt waking up and preparing themselves for a long day ahead.

Let them.

She already had the answers she needed to legally establish the new reserve banking system. While her work on the High Republic constitution had been her crowning moment, few citizens regularly engaged with the verbose document. But the underpinnings of a more stable economy, that was something people would remember.

Decarii reached into her pocket and withdrew an ornate golden vial. She plucked a small capsule from within and tucked it into her cheek. With a wry smile, the lawyer rose from the stone stairs of the Judicial Concord and headed in search of caf and a good breakfast.

 

[Rinaé Parnelli]

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The kathhound's barking went ripping through the street, teeth snapping inches from the speeder's grill. Engines screamed, drivers swerved, and shouts rose from the crowd. It was the perfect cover.

Rin gave a cant of her head, a slow devlish grin tugging her full red lips as the convoy went skidding to a halt.

"Well, look at that," she murmured with avid amusment into her comm.

"Our little party finally showed up."

The hound lunged again, dragging her forward. Repulsor wash whipped at her skirts, but she stepped into it, daring the convoy to choose: swerve or stop. Either way, Sarrel was getting caught.

"OI!! What do you think you're doing!! You almost ran over me and my sweet POOKIE!!" she yelled out, slamming her hand on the hood of the first speeder.

 

[Cassian Abrantes]

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

Cassian crouched low against the wall, breath slow, rifle balanced and ready. The comm still buzzed faintly in his ear, Seldan's last order hanging like iron in his mind: alive.

The convoy boxed in by the chaos Parnelli had unleashed, shouting civilians, overturned stalls, the kathhound's savage barks splitting the air. And now Rin's voice cut across the din, sharp and mocking, dragging every guard's gaze toward her.

Good. She'd given them the distraction. It was messy, reckless, but it worked.

Cassian's eyes swept the narrows ahead. Ferrocrete walls closed in tight, leaving the convoy nowhere to spread their shield, nowhere to run. Ferren's silhouette shifted on the far side, a shadow moving in rhythm with his own. They didn't need words; the trap was already closing.

His pulse thrummed, heavy and certain. Months of pursuit had led to this choke point, this instant.

Cassian's hand flexed on the rifle grip. Duty outweighed the flicker of personal satisfaction, they weren't here to settle scores. They were here to end the chase. Cassian raised his rifle, voice tight over the comm. "Rin, whatever you're doing, keep them looking at you."

And in the chaos, Rin laughing, the kathhound snarling, civilians scattering, Cassian's voice came low and hard through the comm.

"Now."

The trigger squeeze, and the fight began.