[Ficbit] Shadowrun // SNAFU
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spindizzyThis is... Okay, if Baco and Squeem tell me to stop playing with their toys based on this ficbit, I am 100% going to understand. I'm feeling a bit... Shaky on my characterisation here, and as these are so definitely your babies I will understand if you want to critique it more thoroughly than usual. Or if you would like to take the idea and do something better with it, because I am more than happy to hand it over. (The title this has on the calendar in my fic diary is just "Reckert vs DocWagons". Poor bastard.)
Part of me does just want to go through the Shadowrun Crossfire decks and create really unfortunate combinations to ruin Joshua's day though, I'm not going to lie to you.
... Also for some reason my brain has fixated on the word "atelier" and I don't know how to make it stop.
Shadowrun // SNAFU
G | 594 words | Joshua, Reckert | No spoilers | In which Reckert's coworkers might have been assholes and Joshua has an exceptionally stupid plan.
Frying the lock on his office door so it wouldn't open wasn't a problem; Joshua did that regularly. Manhandling his desk up against the door as a barricade wasn't a problem. The gunfire upstairs was a problem, but one that was following a known search procedure from the top down, so it was a problem for later.
The ragged hole straight through Reckert's body armour and his side? That was a problem for now.
Reckert slumped into his office chair, fumbling his helmet off. His vision had started to waver, and the polarised glass was only making it harder to see. He let his head roll back, trying not to breathe too deeply - and then Joshua's hands were there, flickering across Reckert's uniform. Ordinarily, Reckert would feel... Something, about Joshua grabbing him like that, but the throbbing burn in his side was taking his attention. Joshua made a sound as he found his prize - the pocket in his tac-vest with the trauma patches in it.
Joshua asked something as he applied the patch to the wound, which Reckert couldn't pay attention to over the sudden rush of painkillers into his system. The patch felt cold enough to burn, then the flesh beneath it went numb. Joshua grabbed Reckert's face with hands sticky with blood and pulled it level with his own. "Reckert! How long until the DocWagon gets here?"
Reckert managed to raise his arm, offering Joshua the wrist with his Lone Star-issued bracelet on it. Joshua jerked it until he could see the face, then swore viciously.
"What?"
"According to this, you're fine. No injuries, condition normal." Joshua pressed a button and the screen changed. "There isn't even a fucking number recorded here, it can't dial out." His face twisted, but Reckert couldn't decipher the emotion on it. "Someone wiped your DocWagon record. Must have been someone in Lone Star - when we get out, I'll find out who."
"You should probably... Go, then. Get a head start."
Joshua glared at him helplessly. They'd had the argument about Joshua leaving with the evidence several types as they ran, but there wasn't much more he could do here. Triggering a bracelet manually took time and effort even when it was functional, a failsafe put in after corps worked out that triggering an HTR team alert from an unsecured DocWagon bracelet was a cheap way to provide cover for assassinations and kidnapping. Time was the one thing they didn't have.
The windows rattled as something boomed upstairs. It sounded directly above them. Joshua looked up at the noise, then down at their hands. Reckert followed his gaze somewhat hazily. He couldn't see what had caught Joshua's attention: Joshua's hands wrapped around his wrist, still holding onto Reckert's useless DocWagon bracelet; the blood on his hands; Joshua's own bracelet, scuffed and dinged.
Whatever it was, Joshua looked up at him with his face set and a manic gleam in his eye.
Joshua swarmed him again, hands going unerringly to the pouch where Reckert kept his handcuffs. In the time it took Reckert to say "What -?" Joshua had grabbed his wrist again and snapped one loop closed around it. "You're in luck," Joshua told him with a confidence that instantly made him suspicious. "'In the event of a rescue interrupting an arrest,' the HTR team have to take the arresting officer along too."
"You're not... Under arrest yet. For once."
Joshua snapped the other cuff shut around his own wrist. "They won't know that when they get here," he said, and unholstered his Predator.
I am stopping it here because I'm 90% certain that Joshua is not stupid enough to shoot himself in the foot to trigger his DocWagon contract (... Or at least smart enough to know that he can't guarantee he won't hit something vital.) I'm also 90% convinced that he'd probably know SOME way to trigger his own contract that he figured out entirely accidentally while fucking about, and Haversheen read him the riot act and charged him extra so he never did it again, I just... Can't work out what it would be. Half-drowning yourself so it registers that you're in need of rescue, but making sure that you fish yourself out before it actually gets lethal?
... I put the line in about the Predator because I'm pretty sure that Joshua would only think so far ahead ("I am about to do something stupid and dangerous, better have my gun out ready for this to blow up in my face!" rather than "This looks like I am about to shoot myself!" for example), and Reckert tackling him to make him rethink his life choices would not necessarily be a consequence he always thinks of.
... PLEASE FORGIVE ME.
Part of me does just want to go through the Shadowrun Crossfire decks and create really unfortunate combinations to ruin Joshua's day though, I'm not going to lie to you.
... Also for some reason my brain has fixated on the word "atelier" and I don't know how to make it stop.
Shadowrun // SNAFU
G | 594 words | Joshua, Reckert | No spoilers | In which Reckert's coworkers might have been assholes and Joshua has an exceptionally stupid plan.
Frying the lock on his office door so it wouldn't open wasn't a problem; Joshua did that regularly. Manhandling his desk up against the door as a barricade wasn't a problem. The gunfire upstairs was a problem, but one that was following a known search procedure from the top down, so it was a problem for later.
The ragged hole straight through Reckert's body armour and his side? That was a problem for now.
Reckert slumped into his office chair, fumbling his helmet off. His vision had started to waver, and the polarised glass was only making it harder to see. He let his head roll back, trying not to breathe too deeply - and then Joshua's hands were there, flickering across Reckert's uniform. Ordinarily, Reckert would feel... Something, about Joshua grabbing him like that, but the throbbing burn in his side was taking his attention. Joshua made a sound as he found his prize - the pocket in his tac-vest with the trauma patches in it.
Joshua asked something as he applied the patch to the wound, which Reckert couldn't pay attention to over the sudden rush of painkillers into his system. The patch felt cold enough to burn, then the flesh beneath it went numb. Joshua grabbed Reckert's face with hands sticky with blood and pulled it level with his own. "Reckert! How long until the DocWagon gets here?"
Reckert managed to raise his arm, offering Joshua the wrist with his Lone Star-issued bracelet on it. Joshua jerked it until he could see the face, then swore viciously.
"What?"
"According to this, you're fine. No injuries, condition normal." Joshua pressed a button and the screen changed. "There isn't even a fucking number recorded here, it can't dial out." His face twisted, but Reckert couldn't decipher the emotion on it. "Someone wiped your DocWagon record. Must have been someone in Lone Star - when we get out, I'll find out who."
"You should probably... Go, then. Get a head start."
Joshua glared at him helplessly. They'd had the argument about Joshua leaving with the evidence several types as they ran, but there wasn't much more he could do here. Triggering a bracelet manually took time and effort even when it was functional, a failsafe put in after corps worked out that triggering an HTR team alert from an unsecured DocWagon bracelet was a cheap way to provide cover for assassinations and kidnapping. Time was the one thing they didn't have.
The windows rattled as something boomed upstairs. It sounded directly above them. Joshua looked up at the noise, then down at their hands. Reckert followed his gaze somewhat hazily. He couldn't see what had caught Joshua's attention: Joshua's hands wrapped around his wrist, still holding onto Reckert's useless DocWagon bracelet; the blood on his hands; Joshua's own bracelet, scuffed and dinged.
Whatever it was, Joshua looked up at him with his face set and a manic gleam in his eye.
Joshua swarmed him again, hands going unerringly to the pouch where Reckert kept his handcuffs. In the time it took Reckert to say "What -?" Joshua had grabbed his wrist again and snapped one loop closed around it. "You're in luck," Joshua told him with a confidence that instantly made him suspicious. "'In the event of a rescue interrupting an arrest,' the HTR team have to take the arresting officer along too."
"You're not... Under arrest yet. For once."
Joshua snapped the other cuff shut around his own wrist. "They won't know that when they get here," he said, and unholstered his Predator.
I am stopping it here because I'm 90% certain that Joshua is not stupid enough to shoot himself in the foot to trigger his DocWagon contract (... Or at least smart enough to know that he can't guarantee he won't hit something vital.) I'm also 90% convinced that he'd probably know SOME way to trigger his own contract that he figured out entirely accidentally while fucking about, and Haversheen read him the riot act and charged him extra so he never did it again, I just... Can't work out what it would be. Half-drowning yourself so it registers that you're in need of rescue, but making sure that you fish yourself out before it actually gets lethal?
... I put the line in about the Predator because I'm pretty sure that Joshua would only think so far ahead ("I am about to do something stupid and dangerous, better have my gun out ready for this to blow up in my face!" rather than "This looks like I am about to shoot myself!" for example), and Reckert tackling him to make him rethink his life choices would not necessarily be a consequence he always thinks of.
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Date: 2015-10-18 10:07 pm (UTC)