Re: Team 1: Rictor & Shatterstar
"Star," Ric said again, somehow keeping his tone from snapping, though there was a clear strain in his voice. "What the hell is with you?" He set his jaw again before he switched to Cadre again, watching the bigger man with narrowed eyes. "I spoke in Cadre, like I am now. What's got you so wound up, man? It's like you're not paying attention." Rictor really was at a loss for all this, was Star really this emotional and upset over the reg act? Was being team leader going to his head, was he that concerned about showing Magneto he was a good commander? Ric let out a low sound of frustration, it hissing through his clenched teeth.
When Star spoke again, Ric's jaw literally dropped open wide enough to catch flies. "STAR?!" He cried out, throwing both hands up and pulling at his messy mop of hair as Shatterstar set to work binding the guards. "There's no room for being a fucking maniac either!" He snapped back at Star, trying to give the bigger man a hard shove. Words could not describe how badly he wanted to kick the bigger man's ass just then. Not that he could, but he sure wanted to. He glared and strode quickly after Shatterstar, hands in fists as he stalked along, glaring daggers at that broad back. "Don't kill anyone," he growled quietly out as they progressed deeper into the compound and footsteps began to echo. That warning done, Ric pressed his back to the wall and readied himself for whoever was coming. They had to be getting close, and hopefully Star would have enough sense to let him handle any locks or doors, but given Star's mood, he could somewhat imagine Star attempting to hack his way through them, Wolverine style.