Planetary Annihilation Defense
Someone Halleyd your homeworld? We seek injunctive relief, planetary reconstruction damages, and a strongly worded cease-and-desist to every commander on the map.
Priority / After HoursWe represent you. Elite counsel for cats with complicated estates, commanders with complicated mass drivers, and anyone whose day just went full Planetary Annihilation.
From litter-box easements to unauthorized experimental economy mass fabricators, our docket is proudly unhinged — and meticulously over-prepared.
Someone Halleyd your homeworld? We seek injunctive relief, planetary reconstruction damages, and a strongly worded cease-and-desist to every commander on the map.
Priority / After HoursACU friendly-fire, unauthorized teleport trespass, experimental resource claims, and who really owns that strategic point you “definitely” saw first.
RTS LitigationCustody of the sunbeam, inheritance of the leather chair, defamation after a public hairball, and multi-cat HOA warfare. The cats are the clients. The humans just sign checks.
Always BillableWhen the prototype works a little too well and the neighbors file for atmospheric damages. Certificates of Engineering proudly displayed.
IP + MayhemUshanka optional. We handle cross-border intrigue, “misplaced” dossiers, and diplomatic incidents involving vodka, globes, and extremely unamused black cats.
InternationalDecanters labeled “Pineapple Juice” raise unique fiduciary questions. We are prepared. The cat on the books is not a party, merely counsel.
Boutique / WeirdEach partner brings a specialty, a portrait, and a feline co-counsel who almost certainly outranks them.
Over-the-top Iron Chef–style entrances. Click a tile (or “Play Intro” on a portrait). Sound on if you dare.
Ben closes deals the way other people close browser tabs — frequently, decisively, and with a quiet sense that the universe just paid retail. He will restructure your orbital liabilities before lunch, recharacterize your annihilated planet as a “non-core asset,” and somehow make the settlement include both specific performance and smoked fish for the office.
Clients hire him when the fine print has fine print. Opposing counsel hire therapists. GusGus sits on his lap during mediations and has never once blinked first. Ben bills in six-minute increments, celebrates victories with something that is definitely not “just coffee,” and maintains that every successful Halley defense begins with three questions: Who fired? Who paid? And can we expense the bagels?
Special talents include holiday-adjacent billable sprints, finding deductions in the crater where your base used to be, and explaining — with a beatific smile — why the cat’s trust owns the penthouse and you merely live there.
The firm’s velvet-glove closer. Marcus handles entity formation for multi-planet conglomerates, ACU ownership disputes, and whether that decanter counts as a business expense (it does; he has a memo). Gowron supervises sunbeam easements and declines to be pleased.
Writes briefs that make appellate panels feel underdressed. Ted will cite 18th-century maritime law to reverse a modern orbital strike order, then pet Wolfgang Amedeus Penguin like nothing happened.
If your matter involves a globe, a rifle over the chair, and a bottle labeled in a language the court reporter fears, call V. Specializes in sanctions choreography and plausible deniability with footnotes. ZZ has never been successfully deposed.
Certificate of Engineering on the wall. Black-tie energy. Evelyn defends experimental tech that “only slightly” terraformed the wrong continent and patents mass-fab improvements before breakfast. Jameson sits on the blueprints until the physics engine settles.
Trial lawyer. Decanter of “Pineapple Juice.” Will not elaborate. Has won jury trials by making the jury thirstier than the opposition. Tabitha on the leather-bound volumes is, per Harlan, “a junior associate.”
All matters lightly fictionalized. Cats remain real. Victories remain loud.
“They Halleyd my starting planet twelve minutes in. Katz had a letter out in eleven. GusGus got a tuna tribute clause. I still don’t know how any of this is legal.”— Anonymous Supreme Commander, Rank: Slightly Less Doomed
“The firm understood that my cat is the principal, I am the help, and the leather chair is ancestral land.”— Grateful Human / Occasional Tenant
“Volkov fixed a situation that did not exist, using methods we will not discuss, while Zamora (ZZ) stared into my soul.”— A Diplomat Who Now Sleeps Fine
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Offices in a mahogany library that may or may not be on Earth. Satellite desks wherever an ACU just landed on someone’s weekend plans.
Prefer drama? Walk into any room with green curtains, a decanter, and a judgmental feline. We’ll find you.