Thirty Three Rounds Per Minute || Richard (rchardriders) & Peter (yourprincestarlord)

yourprincestarlord:

Peter was nearly to the frightened prisoners when the Nova’s response came in and he froze. He knew that voice. Richie. His mind raced and his chest tightened, squeezing the breath out of him. “Rich?“ He gasped out just as much in shock as him. His distraction nearly cost him though, when an energy bolt flew over his shoulder and almost took his head off.

Snapping back to his task, he put aside his questions on how Richie survived and managed to shoot the chains holding the prisoners, freeing them. “Go! Get out of here!” He yelled at them while shooting more of the guards. Most of them were concentrating on Richie, perceiving him as the greater threat, which to be fair, Peter thought, was right. “Rich, are there any more people we need to free?”

The auction arena was mostly empty by now, only guards intent on subduing Richie left. Unfortunately Peter wasn’t ‘valuable merchandise’ so he had more lethal means directed towards him. He was busy dodging fire when a shot came from the side and hit him in the shoulder. “Acht!” Luckily, it was only a glancing blow. It still had enough force behind it though to push him into a roll.

Wow, here they are, each probably having thought that the other was dead, fighting side by side, just like old times. Richard smiled at the sense of nostalgia. He picked up his game and took a few more of his ex-captors down, and certain sense of accomplishment. They definitely learnt their lesson.

Richard took to flying and speeding through them, laser fire doing minute damage to his suit. He’d rendered them unconscious easily enough, he didn’t want to harm them — No, that was a lie, he did want to harm them. But he didn’t want to kill them, they’ll be rounded up and thrown into prison. Some will eventually escape, some will change for the better, and some might die facing their fellow prisoners.

What they lacked for power, they certainly didn’t lack for quantity. But of course, quality was better than quantity, and Richard knew he had quality. He heard Pete ushering the other prisoners out and replied, "That’s probably all of them, ‘cept the ones that have already been sold off a while back.” He couldn’t save them, but maybe he could track them down when this was all over.

He was finishing off the remainder of guards around him when he heard Peter through his comms. “Peter!” Richard turned to his best friend’s attacker and blasted him through a couple layers through the wall. He might have used too much gravimetric force, and might have charred him but Richard didn’t care. He wasn’t going to lose Peter when he had just found him again. He immediately flew to Peter’s side, and disarmed the rest of the guardians. “You hurt?” Richard asked redundantly, of course Peter was hurt. He moved to check his best friend’s person.