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Tinnel IV was a world that didn’t much care for who was on top, what it cared about was who had the power to stay on top. An entire planet, seemingly, of schemers led by whoever could weather the storm of a multitude of schemes aimed at dethroning them. The schemer to rule them all or something of the like.

Which was why rather than taking the evidence to the local Police commissioner, he brought it to one of his immediate subordinates instead. The current head of ‘Tactical SWAT Deployment’ was a greedy man but Carrick didn’t much care; it worked out in his favor that the man was the kind to sell out his own mother for a handful of credits.

Because it meant he would go under both the commissioner and the Senator of Tinnel IV because of the offers Carrick had made.

Having such a weak-willed man as commissioner when he was Senator wouldn’t technically be something his new powers could do, but, favors could be called in. He could make it happen and act suitably shocked when someone with a better scheme replaced the greedy man down the line. It was the circle of life on Tinnel IV, where backstabbing was the leading cause of death among political careers.

The Commissioner-To-Be didn’t bat an eye when Carrick told him that he wanted to be part of the assault on the Senator’s compound to capture the man for questioning. Technically the investigation and the warrant wouldn’t be on the system until five seconds before they started but that was just an anti-corruption measure.

He couldn’t be tipped off about an arrest attempt if the arrest attempt wasn’t known.

“Reiel.”
He called out to his Mandalorian with a smile as he approached her in the alleyway they were supposed to be waiting, “I’m glad you’re here.”

An almost traitorous part of him reminded him that he was happy she was here for more than just the missions at hand. He needed to be focused and having his thoughts drifting to more… pleasurable places was not something he wanted. Carrick needed focus but he needed someone he could trust more and Reiel was the only one who readily fit the bill.


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The mission to obtain highly confidential information that could be used against Tiaff Quinne had been successful and now Reiel stood in an alleyway where she and Carrick were supposed to be waiting for the cavalry to arrive, bright and ready to give him a helping gloved hand. Quinne wouldn't now what hit him until it stared at him directly on the face, and honestly speaking?

She was looking forward to seeing the corrupt Senator's expression once the assault began.

Reiel would be lying if she denied that being able to help Carrick with his goal wasn't a part of the picture. In such a short span of time she had come to consider him as someone important to her, his name mentally added to the list of people she would willingly protect – not that he needed protecting, but still. It was a surprisingly short list. His respect for her and her culture also merited him her unwavering trust. After all, there had been plenty of chances for the ex-Jedi to take a peek at her face during their first date on Serenno – also adding the Nightclub Incident when he found her spiced as kark – but he took none. Other sentients would've taken advantage of the situation but Carrick?

The small Mandalorian idly checked her gear while she waited for him. With her buir staying put in the spaceport until her job was done, Reiel enjoyed being fully kitted when her father's weapons locker was readily available to her. Instead of the usual flash charges on her utility belt three thermal detonators now took their place. A holster had been procured for the Peacemaker she had stolen from the nightclub's guard, the weapon now strapped and holstered to her right thigh. Vibroknives to her sides, DE-10 Blaster to her left hip, and DC-15A Blaster Rifle to her back completed the picture of an armed and armored Mandalorian.

Reiel didn't trust the head of this so-called Tactical SWAT Deployment, but she knew that he had his uses. Nevertheless, she would still keep an eye on him and make sure that his loyalty remained with Carrick alone. Greedy sentients could be bought for a price after all, and should he show any signs of betrayal then Reiel would be more than glad and willing to employ violence against his person.

She visibly perked up at the sound of Carrick's voice, her name on his lips never failing to make her cheeks burn. The Mandalorian returned his smile with one of her own even if he couldn't see it.

"Wouldn't want to be anywhere else, Carrick," she merrily told him, one gloved hand immediately reaching out to lightly brush against his cheek. Well it was true, and she was happy that he was glad for her presence. Reiel gently pulled him down to her level to give him a brief keldabe kiss and let him go with a happy grin.

She didn't expect she'd enjoy giving him the keldabe this much, but here she was.

"ETA of that SWAT group of yours?" Reiel then asked. "'Cause honestly speaking? I can't wait to see Quinne's face when he sees us storming in his humble abode."

Couldn't wait to have him kicked out of office and replaced by Carrick, more like.


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She was kitted out for a warzone - a swat raid was a little bit beneath her but he was willing to bet she was going to outshine the whole swat team assigned to the mission. Carrick himself was openly carrying a vibrosword rather than the saber he openly carried, along with a blaster pistol he had liked the look of, the K-16.

Probably not exactly what people expected for someone going into a swat assault but good enough for him. As a Jedi Knight his main skill hadn't been in hitting someone else but in making sure he didn't get hit himself.

Seeing the Mandalorian perk up at the sound of his voice alone made him smile.

"If you were anywhere else, I'd not be doing this today."
he assured her, pulling her gloved hand to pull himself into the keldabe a little bit faster, "It's not a true assault party without my Mando."

He gave her a sly wink.

"They should be moving into position as we speak - apparently we are going to be linking up with the squad assaulting from the east side."
he shrugged slightly, "Three squads seems excessive to me but what can you do?"

All the better to make sure it worked.


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The eagerness he showed in receiving her kiss had the small Mandalorian smiling, giddy and pleased, widely up at him.

My Mando?

Oh, damn. She liked the sound of that – so damn much.

Reiel studied Carrick, taking note of the absence of the lightsaber he openly carried. She didn't ask about it, knowing and trusting full well that he had his reasons for arming himself with a vibrosword and a single blaster pistol. She'd seen how he fought with the former with ease and expertise, and while she wanted to give him more weapons (Mando instinct, must be) she trusted that he'd fend off anyone who would oppose him without breaking a sweat.

"Excessive, yes. But I guess it's more than fine that they've assembled such a large group," she replied, patting him on the chest before gesturing for him to lead the way. He was the one who contacted the head of the swat team, after all, and Reiel was Carrick's guard (not that he needed guarding) first before a member of the swat team. Like how she played the part of the bodyguard when they infiltrated that one nightclub.

"I always assume the worst when it comes to something like this, you know. The goal might be to surprise Quinne by springing up this trap and catching him unawares, but there's still a possibility that he could fight back. Powerful man like him, I won't be surprised if he has his own small private army or something along the lines. And to be honest? I'm expecting he has."

With a grin, she added, sounding thrilled, "More chances for me to have some fun with target practice as well, huh?"


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There was a flash of emotions from Reiel that Carrick didn't get chance to properly read through. It was a quick flash but he knew enough to see that it was an overwhelmingly positive sense that she felt for him. Despite the current situation it made him smile.

Leave it to Reiel to make getting ready for a firefight feel like a date or something. Though for a Mandalorian it might actually count as something akin to a date - the culture was still largely alien to him but it was without question martial enough for that to fit.

"Let's hope it's excessive."
he agreed with a nod, "If it's not excessive then that means this simple arrest is going to get a whole lot more interesting."

And not in any way that was fun.

Leading the way over to the SWAT team that they were joining as part of the raid, he shook his head a little bit in fond amusement. Hopefully she wasn't going to need to shoot at anyone but he wasn't banking on that. Each squad had ten members which meant that the squad they were joining would now be over-powered with twelve.

Though he and Reiel probably counted as more than one SWAT member each.

"Captain - myself and Crowholde Reiel shall be on point."


It wasn't a question.

Moving up to the front, he gestured to the high wall and the small guard tower set along it's length. Leave it to a politician so deeply corrupted that he was a slave owner in New Republic space to have an actual guard tower.

"Alright we need to get over the wall, Reiel."
he nodded to the tower, "You focus on taking the tower out. I'll jump the wall and focus on any wanderers. Any questions?"


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She followed after Carrick with a small grin, not promising anything about avoiding to shoot any opposition. At least she wouldn't fire first, that much she could assure him. It wouldn't technically be her fault for returning fire in self-defense.

Self-defense. Heh. Reiel was geared up as if she was headed off to a warzone than a raid, of course they'd shoot at her. It just gave her all the more valid reasons to light this place up. Well, it's guards, rather.

The small Mandalorian's gaze followed the wall's length and raised an eyebrow at the guard tower. She cycled her HUD to thermal mode and caught sight of two guards inside the tower, then a third coming up to join their companions who were huddled around something. Were they... playing sabacc on duty? She didn't play, but judging from their hands' movements it was a possibility.

The small Mandalorian considered her options. She could fly off and take the guards in the tower by surprise, then eliminate them before they could set the alarm. Too bad she didn't have a jetpack nor a pair of jump boots.

Reiel looked at Carrick when he laid out the first step, then back at the tower. She looked behind them, searching for a suitable area to use as cover to snipe down the guards but ultimately decided against it. With the ex-Jedi using a vibrosword instead of his blue lightsaber, the small Mandalorian dismissed the idea of him using the Force to vault her over the wall. Maybe with only the two of them here, but like she was thinking earlier – she didn't trust this so-called Captain.

No using the Force. Good ol' fashioned climbing using the whipcord, then.

But then he said he'd jump the wall, so...

Spotting what seemed to be a metal beam just below the tower's window, Reiel lifted a hand and activated her whipcord once she was standing beneath the tower itself. Once she made sure that a decent length had wrapped around the beam and that it could hold her weight, she glanced at Carrick with a slight shrug.

"Consider the tower cleared," she told him with a wink before proceeding to haul herself up and climb towards the guard tower. Not her first time doing this, nor would it be the last. She might be donning heavy armor, but for someone small and slight she had been (mercilessly) trained well enough to carry more than her own weight – plus the armor, of course.

The tower's interior was small. She peered at the busy guards through the window – playing sabacc, indeed, the lot of them. Bracing herself on the ledge, Reiel hauled herself up and through the window in one fluid motion, her sudden appearance startling the guards. Rolling forward then surging up on her feet, Reiel struck the guard closest to her on the throat, sending him crashing and spluttering for air. The other two recovered from their shock and moved to retrieve their own blasters but the Mandalorian was faster for someone wearing heavy armor.

Grabbing one of the chairs, she swung it to another guard with all her might, grunting when it made contact and immediately topppled the man unconscious. Instead of shooting her (the idiot, he was up close and could target her unarmored parts) the third guard wrapped a beefy arm around her neck in a chokehold.

Subsequently, the guard she punched on the throat was starting to recover. Now struggling for air herself, Reiel's hands frantically flew to her vibroknives and flicked one at the guard on the floor before moving to stab the one who seemed to be gleefully attempting to choke the life out of her.

Karking idiot. He would've done his boss a service by raising the alarm instead of trying to strangle a Mandalorian to death.


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Consider the tower cleared? He already did.

There had to be some downsides about being respected as an absolute unit of a fighter and this was one of them – Carrick already assumed that Reiel was going to be able to storm through the trivial opposition. He chuckled a little bit as he drew a pair of vibroknives from an internal pocket he had been keeping them in. Honestly he didn’t use them very often but he wasn’t supposed to be using the Force so needs must.

“Want to make it interesting?”
he grinned, “Whoever takes down the most gets a favor from the loser – no questions asked.”

Just a bit of harmless fun.

When Reiel started off toward the tower, Carrick did the same at the wall itself. Launching himself up with a jump, he jammed one of the knives in and started the climb, using the knives to make himself hand-holds as he did so. It was… much slower than just using the Force to jump the damned thing and more tiring besides.

He did use the Force to reinforce his body to make it stronger and more durable however so that it wasn’t as slow as it could have been. Reaching the top, he gestured and one of the SWAT team members tossed a length of rappel cord up to him, which Carrick tied off to one of the knives embedded into the wall.

Dropping himself down on the other side, Carrick grinned as he landed almost directly behind a guard. Before the guard could spin around fully, Carrick took him to the ground with his arms wrapped around his head and neck in a sleeper hold.

As the guard slowly stopped struggling, the SWAT members began to stream over the wall and Carrick tapped the com-link in his ear to contact Reiel.

“I’m on one already – you ready to owe me a favor, dear?”



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The arm around her neck loosened and the guard slid down the floor, dead. Wincing, Reiel let out a quiet cough to clear her throat and kicked the body behind her once out of annoyance. Bastard would've crushed her windpipe of she hadn't been quick enough with her blades.

Noticing a pair of cuffs on one of the guards' belt and a length of rope on a corner, the small Mandalorian made short work of restraining the remaining living guard in the tower. A smirk graced her features at Carrick's earlier proposal. Not one to turn away from a challenge, Reiel chuckled when her commlink go off and listened to his message.

Was that smugness she could hear in his voice?

The Mandalorian stepped towards the window and watched as the rest of the SWAT team followed after him.

"One already? Oh, my," she replied, gasping dramatically as she turned away to retrieve the vibroknife stuck to one guard's back. There was a control panel on the corner, and upon closer inspection it was for the alarms. "I wonder what kind of favor you'll be asking of me."

Reiel exited the room after disabling the alarms in the compound and made her way downstairs towards the exit. The door opened and she approached the politician, vibroknife twirling between her fingers.

"And I'm already thinking about mine," she told him, lowering her voice for dramatic effect. "I'm about to take down my fourth victim already."

Grinning, Reiel gave Carrick a quick nod before following the SWAT team, confidence in her gait and a sway to her hips as she walked away.


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Carrick could tell already by the tone of her voice that he hadn't managed to get as many of the guards as Reiel had and he sighed a little bit even as she teased him. She knew it and he knew it - but they both knew that he wasn't about to make it easy on her just because she had something of a head start!

Instead he pushed himself forward toward the main building, eyeing her with a smirk as she approached from the guard tower, shaking his head slightly.

"You sure you didn't take down just a really big or fat one?"
he teased her back, "You know they still only count as one, right?"

He still let her go on ahead of him, following behind her as they approached the main building. They couldn't see the other teams but one of the SWAT team members with them nodded and made a hand-gesture toward the other side of the building. The other teams were in place then? Good.

Carrick tapped Reiel on the shoulder.

"You want to burst in through the window or should I?"



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Oh, he was teasing her back and – like always – she enjoyed it. Reiel won't take that bait about numbers and instead let out a quiet chuckle as a SWAT member made a signal at Carrick. It seemed now was the time to come bursting through the doors and announcing Quinne's arrest, huh?

She expected resistance from the corrupt senator and his men. This wouldn't be fun if they didn't, and how would Reiel's tally swamp Carrick's if Quinne's men wouldn't put up a fight?

Pulling out her blaster and setting it to stun (might hit Quinne, and it won't be cool if he got killed), the small Mandalorian shrugged at her sorcerer and grinned rather wickedly. Her response to his question was quite simple – Reiel took a few steps back to gather momentum before breaking into a short sprint, launching herself towards the floor-to-ceiling window. Shards of broken glass rained upon her, pinging harmlessly against her armor and tearing tasteful curtains.

Tiaff Quinne should've invested on reinforced windows.

A guard jumped in surprise at the sudden intrusion, and before his hand could grasp his own weapon the small Mandalorian had already fired a stun bolt to his face.

"Four!" she gleefully announced, fighting the urge to cackle as she advanced. "You better keep up, sir. I won't promise to leave some scraps for you!"

The game was on, and Reiel would not lose!


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... never ceased to amaze him that someone so small could build up so much damned momentum. She should not have been able to throw herself through glass with how little she actually weighed but the physics of the damned thing could go out the same shattered window because she managed it without much effort at all.

Carrick shook his head a little bit as he launched himself through the open window after her. She had broken the glass so all he had to do was make the fairly easy jump through and into the building with her. He tutted a little bit as he threw one of the vibroknives, impacting a second guard in the throat when they had tried to take aim at Reiel from another side.

"Alright so I've only got two but trust me - the day will be mine!"


He glanced back at the SWAT team accompanying them.

"Hurry up captain, we must make sure we secure Quinne before he can escape!"


The SWAT captain nodded before pausing and touching a hand to his ear.

"Roger... sir, ma'am, we have confirmation that Quinne is in the dining room. The other squads are converging as we speak."

Well... that was almost anti-climatic though he supposed the whole point of a surprise raid was that resistance would be minimal.


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She had hidden her surprise at how easy the window gave under her initial assault. Reiel simply chalked it up to a mix of luck and the heavy armor she wore. That, and Tiaff Quinne really should've invested on reinforced windows.

"Let's see about that."

Reiel waited for the SWAT captain's report before making her way forward, frowning at the overall opulence Quinne's residence displayed. She was willing to bet that half of the stuff on display were obtained through unsavory dealings. Three guards emerged from what appeared to be a concealed guard nook at the end of the hall she had stepped into, presumably alerted by the sound of shattering glass.

Spotting an expensive-looking vase to her right, the small Mandalorian grabbed the thing by one of its delicate handles before hurling it towards their direction. Kriff, it was a little heavy despite looking so fragile and Reiel had to wince when the vase shattered upon impact on the human guard's face. The man was knocked back by the impact, crashing towards one of his companions.

"That's five," she said before shooting the one who was still standing before Carrick could get to the guard first. "And six."

Reiel strode towards one of the fallen guards, grabbing the conscious one by the collar and pressing her blaster to their neck.

"Be a dear and tell me where the dining room is, sweetheart," she told the guard sweetly. Before they could answer though, the SWAT team already began filing after her and heading off towards their target's direction. Of course they knew the layout of this building already!

Moving the blaster to the guard's chest, Reiel fired off another stun bolt and dropped the now unconscious guard on the carpeted floor.

"Seven. Okay, forget about that. I'll just follow this lot."


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Carrick wasn’t going to just let himself lose the challenge he had laid down that easy – even if Reiel was naturally better trained at clearing buildings with blasters and all that kind of thing because she was a Mandalorian. He shook his head a little bit and headed up the main staircase for a moment rather than heading directly for the dining room.

Why?

Because the blueprints had mentioned an upper guard room and if he went alone he could do things he couldn’t when everyone else was watching. A trio of guards exited the guard room and Carrick thrust his left hand forward. They obviously hadn’t been expecting anything so the Force Push slammed all three of them off of their feet violently.

Stunning them while they were downed wasn’t too much of an issue so he did it quickly with a blaster pistol. He wasn’t going for kills when he didn’t need to, even if he didn’t exactly have any moral objections to killing some of these people. Descending the stairs, he arrived as she was finishing off her seventh, smirking ever so slightly.

“I’m on 5.”
He told her with a smirk as they followed after the SWAT team, “Guess I was just lucky I got a chance to read the blueprints…”

Wasn’t cheating! Even if he had had the plans and she didn’t… totally wasn’t cheating. Just different levels of prepared! Just like her armour wasn’t cheating – she was just more prepared than he was for this kind of fighting.

Ahead, the SWAT team stacked up against a set of heavy wooden doors and gestured for Carrick and Reiel to stack up with them. He gestured to Reiel.

“After you, my dear.”




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Reiel didn't see Carrick make a little detour, but at least she didn't jump in surprise when he appeared beside her from Maker knew where. Eyes narrowing with mild indignation, she fought the urge to nudge him on the ribs with a duraplast-covered elbow as they moved to follow the SWAT team.

"Cheater," she huffed under her breath in mock irritation, the teasing still blatant with a hint of mirth evident in her voice. Reiel sneaked a pinch to his side while they walked, undeterred by the layers of clothing he wore. "I won't let you take the lead."

The Mandalorian stepped forward at Carrick's gesture and stared at the heavy wooden doors. While breaching through the window earlier had been a breeze, Reiel knew that it won't be the same for this case. She was only heavy thanks to her armor, but she knew that kicking her way in would not work.

Lucky the team she and Carrick were a part of carried a manual door ram.

The lock behind the wooden doors gave after three strikes from the battering ram and before any of the SWAT team nor Carrick could move, Reiel had already sneaked past them. Perks of being the smallest in the group, right? Blaster held aloft, the small Mandalorian took down her eighth guard as the rest of the team stormed in.

There were plenty of Quinne's guards to take down this time, and with the SWAT team now involved in the firefight, Reiel strove to outshoot them.

And if they noticed that the Mandalorian seemed to be competitive?

Well... she had an ex-Jedi turned politician to defeat, after all.

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Cheating? Him? Perish the thought – the people of Tinnel IV expected him to cheat and cheat well enough that no one could call him on it. He might need to get better at it if she was able to see through him so easily. Though he was willing to bet that Reiel was able to see through his deceptions better than local politicians for a reason that had nothing to do with how well he constructed his lies.

She was getting close enough to him that she was able to see through some of his more casual lies and deceptions… it would have been concerning had she any intention of entering politics.

“It’s not cheating – it’s creatively interpreting the rules.” He shot back with an easy grin, “Not my fault I’m more creative than you, Reiel.”

Teasing the Mando before a firefight? Yes he was confident in how this whole thing was going to go, thank you for asking!

They burst into the dining room, Reiel leading the way because she was small enough to push underneath the arms of some of the SWAT members. Carrick cursed playfully and threw himself in after her, bringing up his pistol to open fire on a member of the guard standing by the table. The man toppled to the ground, stunned before he could finish blinking.

Six so far and… and why did Quinne look so relaxed?

Indeed, the corrupt Senator Quinne was sat at the dining table, a glass of wine in hand and looking rather smug all things considered. There were three SWAT squads in the same room as him, all ready to take him down, and he sat there drinking wine?

The Force screamed at him and Carrick reacted on instinct, grabbing Reiel by the shoulder and pulling her down to the ground with all of his weight. She would go down to the ground just in time as the other two SWAT teams opened fire with lethal bolts, shooting across the room not at Quinne but at them and the one, presumably, uncorrupt SWAT team they had brought with them.

A flash of pain in his left shoulder told him that he hadn’t gotten away unscathed and some of their SWAT team were returning fire. It was quickly turning into a bloodbath for both sides – not that Quinne gave a damn about casualties of course.


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Did he just imply that she was the less creative one between them? Well now. It seemed that she would need to correct said implication.

Two more guards fell to Reiel's blaster before the other two SWAT teams came pouring into the dining room. With Quinne now in plain sight they were just a mere step away from their goal. The small Mandalorian aimed her blaster at the corrupt senator, the grin on her face disappearing the moment Carrick pulled her down rather roughly on the floor with him.

The smug look on Quinne's face coupled by the other SWAT teams open firing at the Mandalorian and ex-Jedi's group confirmed Reiel's earlier suspicion about certain participants in this operation. At least the team she was with Carrick didn't seem to have been bought by the dastardly senator who was watching the proceedings with malicious amusement. One uncorrupted SWAT team versus two, and if Reiel didn't do something her team would obviously be the first to be wiped out.

"Double crossing us, huh... Why am I not surprised–" she sourly commented, gaze finding Carrick and stopping midway from her complaint at the sight of his left shoulder. Her eyes narrowed dangerously as she looked away, feeling a painful jolt in her chest that she could only describe as cold rage. He was injured, and while she obviously worried for him Reiel knew that she would have to do the worrying later. For now though?

Now they've done it.

Reiel hated a lot of things. Seeing people she deeply cared about get hurt was close to the top of the list.

It only took her a few precious seconds in the middle of a bloodbath to notice something that she could use to distract the other SWAT teams and to momentarily halt enemy fire. Reiel pulled her Peacemaker, aimed at the chain of a gilded wagon wheel chandelier, and fired. The falling structure caught the advancing enemies off guard and she darted forward while they were distracted, her gaze honing in on the corrupt senator who was starting to get a little worried about the sudden turn of events.

She'd heard whispers in cantinas about angry Mandalorians being ruthless killing machines whenever sentients gazed upon the hulking figure of her buir. Maybe everyone in the dining room would witness that as Reiel advanced, either fearlessly or foolishly who knew, blasters now in both hands as she flicked off her weapons' stun settings.

The small Mandalorian didn't bother counting anymore as she returned fire at the enemy SWAT teams, dodging blaster fire whenever she could and grunting in annoyance whenever a bolt struck her armor. The numbers on both sides were being whittled fast, and she knew that it was only a matter of time before her group was outnumbered. A flash of inspiration hit her as she chanced a glance at Quinne, and Reiel holstered her DE-10 in exchange for one of her thermal detonators.

"Cover me!" she told what remained of their team. Her buir always rebuked her for being reckless but wat choice did she have now? Retreating would only waste what Carrick had worked for, and if they bail now they won't get another shot at taking down Quinne – at least not too soon.

Setting the thermal detonator to explode upon impact, the small Mandalorian dashed forward in a foolhardy move, gaze fixed on Quinne. Blaster bolts rained in her direction even as her group fired at what remained of the other SWAT teams, pinging off her beskar'gam but she plowed ahead until she was but a few steps away from the bastard politician.

"Cease-fire, or else this entire room blows up!" Reiel shouted fiercely, thermal detonator held beside the other ones clipped to her utility belt.

The threat's effect was instantaneous. Needless to say, no one was willing to fire at a Mandalorian with an armed detonator at the risk of endangering themselves, and Quinne?

Guess who was now starting to get worried about being part of the casualties.

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Getting shot was never a fun thing but if getting shot anywhere could be considered on a scale, getting hit in the shoulder was lower down on the scale than being shot in the head for sure. The only downside as far as he could see was from taking the shot to the shoulder was that it was half covered by armor and half not. His arms were entirely unarmored while his torso area was; hence shoulders being half covered and half not.

It burned like hell, though he was able to grit his teeth and still keep moving through. Snapping his pistol up in his right hand, Carrick laid down covering fire while currently on the ground. Strangely enough - most people didn't look down in a firefight. Sight was mainly down the barrel of a gun at eye height, which meant he was able to shoot the kneecaps off three of the crooked SWAT members before they seemed to get wise.

And then his Mando seemed to take things into her own hands and suddenly there was a bomb threat.

Carrick hauled himself up off the ground, pistol still aimed at the traitorous SWAT team members. They still had a couple of their own SWAT team alive too.

"Alright so Quinne paid you off to turn on us?"


There was silence before one of the traitors nodded. Carrick gestured with his pistol.

"Put your guns down now... and that's fine. You confess to it in court and that's the end of it. You want to put your guns down."


That last bit? Well the Jedi mind trick was one that was fairly easy to hide considering how afraid of the detonator everyone was. They slowly set their weapons down and the loyal SWAT team members started cuffing them. In some cases with their own cuffs even. With that done, Carrick took a deep breath... clicked the setting from stun to lethal and fired a single shot into Quinne's forehead from almost point-blank range.

And he did it all without losing his temper even once.

"No more paydays for corrupt cops and judges; Bank's closed."



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Thermal detonator still beeping in one hand, Reiel glared at Quinne and his small troop of corrupt SWAT teams with narrow eyes. She had expected to have a turncoat in their midst, but to have two teams of heavily armed members of the SWAT could have brought more trouble than she initially thought. The small Mandalorian shook further thoughts of harm away, deactivating the detonator and tucking it back to her utility belt.

No need to bluff any longer now that the opposition have been subdued.

The raid ended in their favor and yet Reiel still felt the anger thrumming in her veins. It was normal to get hurt, normal to lose men in a firefight. But knowing that Carrick could've been one of them – that he could've died and the last thing he'd ever do was to look out for her?

Hands clenching into fists, it only took her three steps to reach the nearest opposing SWAT member and struck him on the face.

Things could've gone differently. If the bolt that clipped her sorcerer on the shoulder was aimed a little bit higher and a little more to the–

The fist swung back, this time knocking the man to the ground. She missed the shot Carrick fired at Quinne, head still too wrapped up in what could have beens and the images and scenarios her overly active imagination conjured only fed her rage even more.

Reiel reared back to shift her burning gaze to Quinne, prepared to launch herself at the corrupt politician to make him kiss one small, gloved fist but he was–

Dead?

Carrick's comment swept past her head as she glared at the dead senator, her shoulders starting to shake with mirth. The anger remained, however, leaving a touch of physical pain in her chest as she stifled her laughter.

"I thought we're here to capture him, send him to prison," she told Carrick with a sly grin. "But I guess this is better."

Reiel turned back and approached her sorcerer, her gaze immediately finding his left shoulder. She wouldn't ask him if it hurt because that much was obvious. Instead, she reached for her medpac only to realize belatedly that she hadn't been carrying one when her hand only met air.

Utreekov.

"I need a medpac," she said, gaze finding one of their allies and hands trembling with a fresh surge of anger – this one directed at her oversight. "Now."


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Carrick hadn’t told Reiel he was going to kill Quinne because he honestly hadn’t been planning on it – he needed someone to confess to the corruption that Quinne was central to. But he wouldn’t say he hadn’t been planning for this kind of eventuality anyway. Most of the evidence he had, along with the testimony of the traitorous SWAT team survivors, could be used if the man was alive or dead. And if he was dead?

He could hardly bribe witnesses, juries or judges if he was already dead.

No one would tie their political fates to a dead man who could no longer pay them to be his allies as far as Carrick could see. He sighed a little bit, feeling suddenly quite tired and the burning sensation in his shoulder ramping back up again. Ignoring pain only worked for a time – then it always came back harder than ever in his experience.

“Good riddance.”
He muttered loudly enough for only Reiel to hear him as he glared at the now nearly headless corpse, “This whole thing was supposed to be a trap… but the only rat caught in this trap lost his head. Poetic or something.”

Leaning against the man’s desk, he winced a little bit in pain and waved the SWAT members on to try and get Reiel a medpac for him. He was reasonably certain he wasn’t going to die if he didn’t get immediate medical attention but he got the impression that him bleeding was worrying Reiel more than anything else.

Time to take her mind off of it.

“Okay so how many did you get?”
he asked Reiel, teasingly, before gesturing to Quinne, “And we agree that counts as at least five to me, right?”


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She watched him closely, jaw clenching in anger when he winced in pain. One of the SWAT members approached and handed Reiel a medpac which she promptly took, placing it on the table before taking her gloves off. The small Mandalorian would then proceed to guide Carrick to a chair. He was much taller than she was, and the obvious height difference would give her a hard time in treating the wound on his shoulder if he remained standing.

Reiel didn't need to have the Force to tell her that the blaster wound hurt. She had plenty of scars to prove that. The sight of Carrick's blood made her feel slightly faint, however. It shouldn't have affected her like this but considering that he was someone she held dear was more than enough reason to validate the feeling.

Treating injuries came as easy as breathing when he spoke in that teasing manner again. She tugged at his clothing to reveal the burn and made short work of cleaning and disinfecting it. The bacta spray soon followed.

He wouldn't be injured had she been quicker than him. She could've covered him with her armor had she been taller. Reiel knew that she was being unfair to herself for thinking these things – she wasn't all-knowing, and while she had expected for some of the SWAT teams to be double crossing kriffers she still had no full control over what had transpired after the not-so big reveal.

A traitorous part of her simply whispered maliciously that it was more than enough reason to remain angry at herself.

"I lost count," the small Mandalorian replied curtly, turning away to grab some bandages for his wound. Then, being cognizant of her tone, Reiel sighed and shifted her focus back at Carrick. Anger melting away, she slid a hand to the side of his neck, thumb brushing softly against the pulse point.

"I'm sorry," she murmured apologetically, feeling awful for her brief but uncontrolled rudeness. "I'm sorry, cyarir, I didn't mean to– I was just–" she huffed out a quiet laugh. "I'm worrying too much... am I not?"

Ignoring what remained of their uncorrupted SWAT team as they rounded up the bribed ones, Reiel offered Carrick a small smile even if he couldn't see it.

"Five...? I don't know about that... he's the grand bastard in this room. Guess he's more of a ten or something."

...no, she wasn't saying that to make her sorcerer feel better.

"But really, I lost count. I got eight... nine, ten? Before I saw red," she told him, hands now moving to tug at his top. "Do I tear the fabric open so I can properly bandage that wound or are you going to take this off yourself?"

She would be lying if she denied the teasing in her tone. Reiel had to set her priorities straight, though. As much as she would like to try to make Carrick blush, she really needed to bandage his injured shoulder.

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