Re: Team 1: Rictor & Shatterstar
Rictor was in his usual outfit of green and black, his lucky bandanna tied loosely about his neck. He was still not entirely comfortable in the uniform, but the body-hugging design was outweighed by the various protections the specialized suit gave him, so he kept his dislike to a low rumble. A small backpack was strung across his shoulders, a netbook and cables to hook it to most any kind of jack, port or terminal included. His hacking software was installed and little else, in order to keep RAM usage at a minimal and allow the software to run more quickly. Every second spent waiting on a code to be cracked was a second a gun could be aimed at them, after all.
He kept his body close beside Shatterstar, trying to mimic the movements and caution of the bigger, more agile man. There was no question in Ric's mind that there was no safer place than at Star's side, and no place he could potentially do more good... but damn. Sometimes Big Red just made him feel inadequate. He had always struggled with feelings of inadequacy, these buried well below his devil-may-care lazy grins, but watching Star move the way he did with intelligent, calculated, graceful and deadly motions, he could not help but feel faintly like a clumsy oaf.
Brows pinched together when Ric noticed the way that Shatterstar kept glancing at him, again and again. Star seemed out of it, distracted, or maybe he was just overly focused on the fight? Ric tried to shrug it away, but then he looked back at him again! Frowning faintly, he shot out a hand, lightly slapping the back of his knuckles to Star's side as he gave him a look which clearly said "What the fuck, man?"
He pushed it all from his mind when the guards appeared, it was clearly time to get down to work. Ric gritted his teeth and rushed into action, shooting forward to throw a fist into the gut of the first guard. The grabbing of his radio gave the guard just enough time to get his nightstick out and be somewhat ready. Ric's fist connected with his torso, causing a grunt, but he reacted quickly. Bringing his nightstick down, he caught Ric's fist with it and twisted his body, catching Ric's arm behind his back. Rictor gritted his teeth, flushing with a mixture of anger and embarrassment at getting caught in such a position.
"Leggo!" he snapped, kicking one foot back had, aiming for the guard's knee to loosen his grip. He reached up and over his shoulder with his free hand to grab the guard by the shirt, then pulled his body swiftly forward to throw the guard over his head and to the ground. "Shit," he hissed softly as he rubbed at his wrist, glaring at the guard. That was embarrassing.