Ok, so I was asked to do a second part for this imagine, so here goes 😁🔪🗡️💥

"What the hell is that?" Gunnar grumbled, as he watched (Y/n) produce a large blade that had previously been concealed within its sheath and a length of silken material.

The team were headed for an area between Cambodia, Laos and Vietnam; a team of journalists reporting on landmines, and unexploded munitions from the Vietnam war had been taken hostage by a group of pirates that roamed the waterways between the three countries; but unfortunately for the pirates, the camera man was the son of a very important senator, and (Y/n) had been sent with the boys to get the young man and the rest of his crew back.

"This, is what is known as a katana, its name is Tenken, or Heavenly Punishment for those of you that don't understand Japanese." (Y/n) told the large Swede, as she produced a cloth and began to oil the blade.

"Where did you get it? eBay?" Gunnar chuckled, only stopping when (Y/n) stopped what she was doing and looked up at him.

"I'll have you know, meatball, that this is a Shinshinto sword made in 1850 from tamahagane steel, folded a thousand times to eliminate impurities; its tsuka is made of hinoki wood covered in ray skin to guarantee a good grip, and then braided in the finest silken rope. It was presented to me by a great Japanese Kengou, when I became a master of the sword myself. So, to answer your question, no, I did not get it from eBay." (Y/n) growled, as she went back to oiling the blade.

"Did she just call me meatball?" Gunnar asked, grumbling as Caesar began to laugh.

"Yeah. Why didn't I ever think of that? (Y/n) ya brilliant." Caesar said, holding his sides as Gunnar glared at him.

"Could I see." Christmas asked, as he sat next to (Y/n) having heard the conversation from the cockpit.

"Sure." (Y/n) smiled, as she rose to her feet and bowed as she presented the sword to Christmas.

"It's beautiful, one of the finest blades I have ever seen, how do you know so much about the culture?" Christmas asked, as his fingers brushed softly over the fine steel.

"My dad was a Professor of Asian History, and he worked in the university of Tokyo when I was a kid, so I was basically bought up there; as a result, I speak fluent Japanese as well as a couple of other languages. When I was old enough, I was sent to classes to learn Kenjutsu, and Kendo, and I stuck with it even when I returned to Oz." (Y/n) explained, as Christmas handed her back the precious blade.

"Don't ya have to draw blood with that thing before ya can return it to its scabbard?" Toll asked, as he watched (Y/n) delicately clean the blade.

"Nah, that's like an old wife's tale, and is really associated with a legend surrounding a demonic curse on a Marumasa blade, not all katana." (Y/n) told Toll, as Barney called out from the cockpit.

"Ok guys, we should be at the landing strip in ten minutes." Barney told the team, prompting (Y/n) to return her blade to its scabbard.

"You'll have ta show me how ta use that one day." Christmas said, as he stood to make his way back to the cockpit to re-join Barney.

"Any time pom, any time." (Y/n) chuckled, giving Christmas a sly wink.

As the plane touched down, and the team grabbed their gear to begin their slog towards their main objective, the Mekong River, which was 10 klicks from their current position.

The objective was simple, locate the pirates and rescue the Senators son and the rest of his crew; but given the region that they were headed into, that could be easier said than done. Drummer had given Barney satellite maps of the area, showing what appeared to be some kind of floating fortified island at one side of the great river, intelligence had confirmed that this was where the hostages were being held, but the over grown semi-evergreen deciduous forest of the region was going to make even getting to the river difficult.

As the gloom began to descend over the forest, the team stopped, making camp for the night; the Mekong was only a klick away, but Barney had planned to attack the floating compound in the early hours of the morning when there would be little activity, and the team would hopefully be able to have the element of surprise.

As (Y/n) tied up her hammock between two trees, Christmas came to join her.

"You ok?" He asked, watching as the Aussie scanned the trees.

"You ain't spoken since we stepped foot in this damn jungle." Christmas said, wiping at his sweat soaked brow.

"I've been in too many places like this before, sound travels further than you think, and I wouldn't be surprised if there are patrols around here somewhere; these pirates don't trust anyone, but I don't suppose you can when your main business is drugs, guns, and murder." (Y/n) whispered, her eyes continuing to watch for any sign of movement in the foliage.

"You sound like you've had dealings with these guys before?" Christmas asked, as he leant against the tree next to (Y/n).

(Y/n) nodded sadly. "Yeah, about three years ago, my team and I were sent to Vietnam; its one of the hubs for the illicit transit of drugs that go into and through Mainland Southeast Asia, and at least ten provinces have become drug trafficking hotspots. The topography and geography of the country give the traffickers an advantage over law-enforcement agencies, and the pirates can move that poison from one place to another virtually without fear of getting caught given the Mekong's length. We were sent in to break up a group that had got a stronghold in the borderlands, and it looked every inch like this; we got the job done, but the team lost a man, and I lost a friend." (Y/n) told Christmas, as she sat down in the hammock and grabbed a ration pack from her bag.

"I don't trust this place, Christmas; but I know I can rely on you if anything happens." (Y/n) said, smiling softly at the man next to her.

As the team rested, a sudden noise roused a resting (Y/n). The forest was dark except for the rays of the large silverly moon that kissed the canopy, breaking through sporadically to where (Y/n) and the boys slept. Looking up, her eyes caught those of Christmas who was on watch; slowly she indicated for him to remain quiet, using tactical hand signals, she told him that two men were coming from the north, and would be on them in moments. Slowly (Y/n) slipped from her hammock, grabbing her katana as she made her way to circle behind the two men that were making their way to the group.

With a sudden ear piercing scream, Christmas grabbed his gun, as the others jumped up, fumbling for their weapons.

"What the hell was that?" Barney asked, as he looked over at Christmas.

Within an instant (Y/n) appeared, a bloody katana in her hand, as it pointed at a man she was pushing forward.

"He and his friend were a patrol; seems they've been nervous since they took the kid and his crew, so they have been sending people out to make sure that no has been sent to get them." (Y/n) told the team, as she pushed the man to the floor.

"He says that the journalists are being held in a small hut at the southern end of their compound, and that there are only a few men left guarding the places, the rest took the main boats to take a large consignment of harvested poppy capsules to Myanmar." (Y/n) continued, as the man looked up at the group wide eyed.

"How the fuck do ya know all this?" Gunnar asked, moving to loom over the man.

"It's called being able to speak Vietnamese, and you'd be surprised what someone will tell you when they've just seen their mate cut down by a woman with a very sharp sword." (Y/n) told him, smiling slightly as Barney and Christmas came up behind her.

"Ok, we go in now before they miss their patrol." Barney said, as the rest of the team grabbed their packs.

"Good work kid." Barney told her, patting (Y/n) on the back.

Sure enough, the men that had been left were few in number, and even though the pirates were nervous that the Americans may send someone for their hostages, it was obvious that their poppy consignment was going to make them more money than a few journalists.

On Barney's signal, the compound was lit up as flash bangs were sent in, and grenades exploded, knocking out the gate and radio tower; as the team took out the pirates, (Y/n) and Galgo ran to the hut that the man had told her about.

"Sebastian Tucker?" (Y/n) asked a dishevelled looking young man, as she cut at his bindings.

Tentatively he nodded, as she pulled him to his feet. "Well Mr. Tucker, your dad is looking forward to seeing you again." (Y/n) told him, as she and Galgo helped the group from the hut, racing to one of the pirate boat that Caesar had been able to procure.

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As the boys sat in the bar, they waited for a certain woman and Barney to arrive. "Well? Do you think that she's in?" Doc asked, as he looked at the others.

"I think that Barney would be crazy to not take her." Christmas said with a wry smile, as he took a drink of his beer.

"She called me meatball." Gunnar grumbled, still not liking that Caesar had made that his new nickname.

As the team muttered between themselves, the door suddenly opened, as Barney pushed his way in followed by (Y/n).

"Well?" Toll said, as he and the others looked at the pair.

"Go ahead kid." Barney said, trying to hide his smile behind his cigar.

Slowly (Y/n) looked at the team, before pulling up her sleeve to show the others the emblem that Tool had been more than happy to ink on to her skin.

As the boys got up to congratulate the newest recruit, Christmas pushed his way through and took her by the arm.

"Where the hell are you two going?" Caesar asked, as they watched the two make for the door.

"Well I promised the pom I'd teach him how to use a sword, but he owes me dinner first." (Y/n) said, smiling as Christmas kissed her on the cheek.

"Night fellas, don't wait up." Christmas called out happily as the pair departed, leaving the rest of the team looking at one another.

"You do know that those two are gonna be trouble together don't ya?" Toll said, as he came up behind Barney.

"Yep, but who dares wins." Barney chuckled, as he joined the others, the words of the motto of the SAS left hanging in the air.