The big day.
After working on the planet for months at this stage, Carrick was finally in a position to assume the role he had been aiming for. The senatorial seat for Tinnel IV in the senate for both the New Republic and the wider Galactic Senate. He was ready to be announced as the voice of the planet of serial liars and cheaters.
Oh if only the Jedi who had taught him could see him now, about to stand at the top of the pile of scum and villainy. Not as one of them, no, but as their representative. With enough political power and the, frankly, unfair advantage of the Force and Jedi training to ensure that his control of the planet would be beyond merely representation.
Already the head of local security (the head of the local police) was in his pocket, having using his and Reiel’s success in the assault on the former senator’s home to pin the blame for corrupt SWAT officers on his predecessor. And if there was one thing the people of Tinnel IV couldn’t stand? It was incompetence in their corruption.
None of them cared that their officials were corrupt; they cared if they were incompetent and being exposed as corrupt? Well that was a sign of incredible incompetence to them. It was probably going to come as a shock to them that Carrick wasn’t corrupt in the same way that they usually expected from their politicians.
He sighed a little bit as he stood in the dressing room they had given him, adjusting the tie he was going to wear in the mirror. A knock at the door sounded before it opened to allow one of the guards to lean in.
“Sir, there’s a Mandalorian here. Says she’s with you?”
Carrick smiled a little bit and nodded.
“She’s with me.” He confirmed, “She’s my personal head of security.”
Other things too but he wasn’t going to announce that to people he knew were likely to accept bribes to try and undermine him in the relatively near future.
@Forsythe Crowholde