Hand in Hand Combat [CLOSED]

[truefaceofthelaw]

Who| Rico and Garrus
What| A mission that goes somewhat awry. Teamwork!
Where| On a luxury spaceliner
When| Not during the current events
Warnings/Notes| Violence, justice shouting.


When the Legion had received news of a distress beacon being broadcasted from a luxury spaceliner, there was a bit of a kerfuffle in the Mission Monitor Room. Finding out that it was hijacked by terrorists to target an ambassador on board, the situation looked bad. Short-staffed and under a time limit, they had no choice but to send out the only two available legionnaires onto the same mission. Weighed against the risk of lives lost, it was found to be the obvious decision. The only decision, despite what was written in their files.

Enter Arbitraitor and Archangel.

Their objectives? Infiltrate the spaceliner, neutralize the terrorists, retrieve the ambassador, and get out. And if possible, rescue the other passengers. It would be a difficult mission, but a vital one. Overriding any protests the legionnaires might have had, they were given instructions to meet at the Hangar, where they would board a ship and slip under a blind spot in the spaceliner's sensors. And then, they would be free to take it from there.

Simple.

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[truefaceofthelaw]

"Let's hypothetically live in a world where you're right." Rico says sarcastically, but with a raw edge to his voice. "Maybe the law is worth nothing. Maybe it's nothing but a sick joke, enforced on a slack-jawed populace, and there are no differences between a criminal cracking heads and a trigger-happy Judge. Maybe it's a festering mess that needs to be cut out like a cancer. Maybe the only justice you can get is what you can take for yourself."

He tilts his head to the side, relishing in the sick feeling in his stomach and the rush of excitement that comes with daring to say that out loud.

"But what would that mean, really? The Justice Department is unkillable. What can one person do, other than exactly what they ask of him? Would you prefer that Mega-City One looks like Omega? That hack surgeon of yours would have gotten life, or an execution on the spot if the sentencing Judge didn't feel the bother. People like him don't just get to walk away. Wouldn't that feel good? Isn't that what you wanted? All those mercs you killed - I didn't see any jury before you sentenced them to death. I just want you to stop fighting it!"

He can't understand that kind of mindset. Stop fighting me, he means. Tell me that I'm right to do what I do. But they're not getting anywhere like this. Hell, he's got one of their rifles - he's so close to just trying to see if he can't just arrange something. But that's something that'll have to wait.

From both ends of the corridor, a squad's worth of footsteps approach. They have one minute before it's within earshot.

[calibrates_big_guns]

It's probably a good thing that they've got some company, if only so they both avoid whatever the Legion's equivalent of a court martial is. He may have his anger under wraps for the moment, but Rico's words - this repeated insistence that they're the same just because they've both put their share of criminals in the ground - has him seeing red.

Make no mistake though, it was a talk they were going to finish at some point or another.

His attention turns down the hall, his danger sense prickling in both directions ... and towards Rico. Despite how unsettling it was, knowing that violent intent was somewhere in Rico, it was reassuring having his finger on the pulse. He'd know when the shot was coming, if it ever came. No pulling the rug out from under his feet, at least not if he's careful.

"I'll take the left." Not a request, not an order. It's just what he's doing. The right side, you can figure that out.

[truefaceofthelaw]

Rico recognises a familiar tone in Garrus's voice that means he's going to do it regardless of objections, and you just deal with it. He should know.

So despite his pride, he takes up a position at the right, gun at the ready for when his opponents turn around the corner. Rico's no stranger to working alongside closely with a partner, even if he hasn't bothered with one over the past year, but Garrus is well over a foot taller than Joe and moves in unexpected ways. Drokking aliens.

Two harried looking groups charge around each corner, armed haphazardly with stun-sticks and rifles, marking out their targets. The ones with short-range weapons close in on Rico and Garrus first, swinging their weapons.