“Got a lot in your mind, Bosswoman?”
Nirem's voice wouldn't have broken Reiel's concentration if it weren't for the Morellian's follow-up in the form of not so subtly clearing his throat. The small Mandalorian, currently helmetless in the privacy of her office, looked up from the datapad she was holding in one hand. She had been too caught up with reading the latest holonet and tabloid broadcasts that it slipped her notice when her trusted right-hand man entered the room. With a tired sigh she abandoned her datapad but not before frowning at the news of the untimely death of Chancellor Emil Ro and the murder of Senator Phineas Hawthorne. Even Mon Cala hadn't been spared from a terrorist attack mounted by some bastard named Gareth Gin. While her sorcerer was a very capable fighter and an adept Force-user, she still couldn't stop the worry that gnawed at her.
President Thorne himself had been kidnapped before. Who's to say an attempt wouldn't be made towards Carrick, let alone threats to his life? As his chief of security, wasn't it her responsibility to keep him safe, to be his shield when–
Reiel jolted from her seat when Nirem loudly clapped his hands once close to her face, her reading glasses dangling off of her nose as she looked up at the Morellian with wide eyes, her heart hammering against her chest from shock. For his part the ex-mercenary was staring down at her with a curious gaze, one brow raised at the surprise she displayed. Nirem then shot her a light frown, shaking his head once, twice, before occupying one of the chairs in front of her desk.
“Force around us, Reiel,” the Morellian exclaimed, concern clear in his visage. “What's gotten into you– ” a quick glance from her datapad had Nirem raising both eyebrows this time “–okay, acceptable, given your unnerving devotion and desire to protect our dear Senator.” His gaze was still on the datapad as he reached for the device and read the articles himself, missing the way Reiel blushed for a moment before regaining control over herself.
The small Mandalorian rose from her seat and took her glasses off. Picking up her buy'ce and settling it back to its rightful place, Reiel walked towards the floor to ceiling glass windows and surveyed the city below her. She knew Carrick wouldn't begrudge her for worrying about him – hells, he would surely tease her about it, even – but there was no way she could crush any and all errant thoughts of him being kidnapped like President Thorne or worse, assassinated. The attempt on Carrick's life the day he was sworn into office as Senator of Tinnel IV was still crystal clear in her mind. If it weren't for her helmet her sorcerer would've been six feet under. Or maybe even cremated (like her uncle Dell, ashes spread into the seas of Corsin), who the fuck knew–
She fought the urge to curse at her own morbid thoughts. Reiel had been losing sleep for the last couple of days as one bad news piled after another across the holonet, from Sith expansions, death of politicians, and even the situation over at Mandalore. There was nothing bad about her people finally having a Mand'alor to rally to, hells, she had been ecstatic about it, but the Sith presence on their homeworld brought her back the nightmares from the fall of Firrerre. Her buir refused to tell her why a Sith Lord had come to Mandalore, but the emergence of the Mando'ade's leader after that visit definitely meant something.
Buir told her not to think too much about it, but he should have known by now that it would only occupy her thoughts even more. But that would be her concern for much later, because right now, Reiel Mal Crowholde had a very gorgeous, very handsome, sorcerer to protect. And while she could pull off throwing hands against anyone who would dare lay their dirty hands on her Carrick (and really, he was more than capable of doing so himself – she just liked protecting him from the baddies) there was no telling if she could still do so when the attack was made on herself.
No, not the physical ones. Those she could take. But, on the event that it did happen, what if she would be taken (not that she was a somebody to begin with)? How could she better defend herself if her mind was assaulted instead, her thoughts picked apart for any and all information she knew about the inner workings of the ISC's military? It was unlikely that an enemy would take interest in a mere head of security, even if she was the head security of the ISC's Secretary of Defense. Her stomach, however, turned at the thought of being used against her sorcerer.
Reiel knew that she was becoming even more paranoid with each passing day, but she knew that there was a way she could lessen the paranoia somewhat.
She could ask Nirem for help, ask him to teach her how to better safeguard her mind from unfriendly Forcie attack. But as much as she trusted Nirem, she knew that there was a Force-user within the senate building of Tinnel IV that she would trust with more than her own life. And so, with a smile on her face and a faint dusting of red on her cheeks, Reiel assured her friend that she was somewhat fine now, sent him back to his duties, and decided to pay her sorcerer a visit to his office. So one ride to the lift and a walk down the hall later, the small Mandalorian found herself standing in front of Carrick's office and announcing herself formally before stepping into his office.
“Senator,” the small Mandalorian began as she stood across his desk, the corners of her lips twitching upwards into the beginnings of a somewhat teasing smile due to her continued formality, “there's a favor I need to ask of you.”
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Nirem's voice wouldn't have broken Reiel's concentration if it weren't for the Morellian's follow-up in the form of not so subtly clearing his throat. The small Mandalorian, currently helmetless in the privacy of her office, looked up from the datapad she was holding in one hand. She had been too caught up with reading the latest holonet and tabloid broadcasts that it slipped her notice when her trusted right-hand man entered the room. With a tired sigh she abandoned her datapad but not before frowning at the news of the untimely death of Chancellor Emil Ro and the murder of Senator Phineas Hawthorne. Even Mon Cala hadn't been spared from a terrorist attack mounted by some bastard named Gareth Gin. While her sorcerer was a very capable fighter and an adept Force-user, she still couldn't stop the worry that gnawed at her.
President Thorne himself had been kidnapped before. Who's to say an attempt wouldn't be made towards Carrick, let alone threats to his life? As his chief of security, wasn't it her responsibility to keep him safe, to be his shield when–
Reiel jolted from her seat when Nirem loudly clapped his hands once close to her face, her reading glasses dangling off of her nose as she looked up at the Morellian with wide eyes, her heart hammering against her chest from shock. For his part the ex-mercenary was staring down at her with a curious gaze, one brow raised at the surprise she displayed. Nirem then shot her a light frown, shaking his head once, twice, before occupying one of the chairs in front of her desk.
“Force around us, Reiel,” the Morellian exclaimed, concern clear in his visage. “What's gotten into you– ” a quick glance from her datapad had Nirem raising both eyebrows this time “–okay, acceptable, given your unnerving devotion and desire to protect our dear Senator.” His gaze was still on the datapad as he reached for the device and read the articles himself, missing the way Reiel blushed for a moment before regaining control over herself.
The small Mandalorian rose from her seat and took her glasses off. Picking up her buy'ce and settling it back to its rightful place, Reiel walked towards the floor to ceiling glass windows and surveyed the city below her. She knew Carrick wouldn't begrudge her for worrying about him – hells, he would surely tease her about it, even – but there was no way she could crush any and all errant thoughts of him being kidnapped like President Thorne or worse, assassinated. The attempt on Carrick's life the day he was sworn into office as Senator of Tinnel IV was still crystal clear in her mind. If it weren't for her helmet her sorcerer would've been six feet under. Or maybe even cremated (like her uncle Dell, ashes spread into the seas of Corsin), who the fuck knew–
She fought the urge to curse at her own morbid thoughts. Reiel had been losing sleep for the last couple of days as one bad news piled after another across the holonet, from Sith expansions, death of politicians, and even the situation over at Mandalore. There was nothing bad about her people finally having a Mand'alor to rally to, hells, she had been ecstatic about it, but the Sith presence on their homeworld brought her back the nightmares from the fall of Firrerre. Her buir refused to tell her why a Sith Lord had come to Mandalore, but the emergence of the Mando'ade's leader after that visit definitely meant something.
Buir told her not to think too much about it, but he should have known by now that it would only occupy her thoughts even more. But that would be her concern for much later, because right now, Reiel Mal Crowholde had a very gorgeous, very handsome, sorcerer to protect. And while she could pull off throwing hands against anyone who would dare lay their dirty hands on her Carrick (and really, he was more than capable of doing so himself – she just liked protecting him from the baddies) there was no telling if she could still do so when the attack was made on herself.
No, not the physical ones. Those she could take. But, on the event that it did happen, what if she would be taken (not that she was a somebody to begin with)? How could she better defend herself if her mind was assaulted instead, her thoughts picked apart for any and all information she knew about the inner workings of the ISC's military? It was unlikely that an enemy would take interest in a mere head of security, even if she was the head security of the ISC's Secretary of Defense. Her stomach, however, turned at the thought of being used against her sorcerer.
Reiel knew that she was becoming even more paranoid with each passing day, but she knew that there was a way she could lessen the paranoia somewhat.
She could ask Nirem for help, ask him to teach her how to better safeguard her mind from unfriendly Forcie attack. But as much as she trusted Nirem, she knew that there was a Force-user within the senate building of Tinnel IV that she would trust with more than her own life. And so, with a smile on her face and a faint dusting of red on her cheeks, Reiel assured her friend that she was somewhat fine now, sent him back to his duties, and decided to pay her sorcerer a visit to his office. So one ride to the lift and a walk down the hall later, the small Mandalorian found herself standing in front of Carrick's office and announcing herself formally before stepping into his office.
“Senator,” the small Mandalorian began as she stood across his desk, the corners of her lips twitching upwards into the beginnings of a somewhat teasing smile due to her continued formality, “there's a favor I need to ask of you.”
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