AU: I Outrank You, Remember? (Dom)

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Commander or not, he was absolutely fucking useless.

How she got roped into the mission, she didn't know. Despite how ridiculous it sounded it wasn't actually her call. More of a temporary assignment turned semi-permanent. He had a few obsessions and one of them was wandering around the bloody ship chatting to people. It drove her up the wall. He would always come in and ask her mundane questions - "Were you from one of the colonies?" - "What's your stance on our more exotic recruits?" - "Biotics? Tech skills? Both? Neither? Guns?"

The starboard observation deck was her place of choice. It had a lot of places to hide, especially if she opted for some high priority cloaking tech. Plus the view was absolutely insane. But he looooved to ruin that. Space was where she belonged. It wasn't where he was from. He didn't get it. So whenever he'd leave, she'd spit at the thought; "Bloody colonists."

At any rate, they were on the field. Major Serrano was not interesting in taking any of Commander Chevalier's bullshit. When he ordered suppressing fire and the eventual slow burn of each target, she bolted forward. It was intel they were after and she didn't get why they were pissing around the subject clearing the field. The door was right there, barricaded but the enemies between them and it were minor.

"How 'bout some fucking covering fire?" She called over the channels, stabilising the assault rifle in the nook of her arm as she shot a barrage of bullets to try clearing her path. Her other hand lit up with the tangerine glow of the omni-tool, attempting to either establish an early bypass for the door or stabilise her tech armour.

[Dominique Chevalier]

Commander Chevalier was, he liked to think, a shepard midst a flock of well armed and at times quite charming sheep. There was no denying the crew was talented, because they all were, in their special, deadly, at times down right sexy way, but they were also supposed to follow his lead.

And while he admired many things about Major Serrano; her tech abilities, her aim, her ass, he was not impressed when she broke formation and charged like a vanguard towards the door.

Gritting his teeth, the Commander set up a glowing Singularity and felt his implant hum at the base of his skull. "God damn it," he spat, then quickly signaled his last remaining team mate to cover the Major's flank. Opening a private link to Serrano's com, he smacked out a spent heat sink and clicked the next into the pistol. "When we get back," he muttered down the line, even as he shot a Warp out to catch one of the hapless soldiers caught in his Singularity's pull, "we are going to have a serious fucking talk, Serrano. Have you got the damn door open yet?"

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

By the time she was bolting towards the door in question, she heard the familiar alerting call from the sentry interface's earpiece. At least he'd done something right. That covering fire was making clean work of all the people in her way, despite the occasional ping! off her tech armour.

She shot out a laugh, pressing her palm to the door and bring up the omni-tool again. Right as she began decoding, he decided it was the best time to give her a scolding. After another painfully long few seconds, the lock on the door changed its shade to green, and it finally cracked open. "More talking?" She asked finally, "I can't wait. C'mon." With the door open and the space finally clear, they were free to move on.

"Guess if it's anywhere, it's gotta be in here..." She mused, spying the only active terminal left in the concealed office space. "How about covering the door, Commander? Trying to hack this'll bring a mess of soldiers our way."

[Dominique Chevalier]

"I miss omni-gel," Commander Dom sighed to himself as the door finally opened. You hadn't needed a tech expert for doors then; just lots of things you didn't mind melting down. Still, he glanced back at his squadmates eyes (well, eye and visor, to be exact) and shrugged before signalling to follow.

But when the Major continued to issue orders, the commander's eyes glowed blue. Sure, she had the higher ranking, but he was Commander Chevalier, and as the title suggested, the commanding officer.

"You take point with me, Major," he shot back. "We've got options on who needs to work at the terminals! That's the whole reason we brought a quarian!" That, and the hips, but he wasn't going to say that on comms. Taking a note from Serrano's book, the commander took his place at a stack of creates near the door. "I lay down a stasis, you overload their shields, and later," the blond man checked his barriers, "later, we're gonna talk about just how much flexibility I allow in my ground team."

[Lucy Serrano-Blaise]

Lucy booted up the orange screen - a similar colour to the technical interface they all had on their arms when necessary. Just when she kicked back in the chair, he started talking to her again. If she wasn't going to be used as a tech expert, she had to wonder why she was dragged along anyway. Begrudgingly she kicked the chair away from the desk and turned around, eyeing the Quarian with a sharp gaze; "Just don't fuck it up."

Because she wouldn't have.

"Fine." Lucy said, resting her hand on the hilt of her pistol. She brought it out of its holster, popping the excess clips out of place to ensure she had a decent amount of ammunition for whatever was to come. "Not planning a charge? Hn. Guess you're not one of those kinda guys." The Vanguards. That she also hated.

It barely took a minute before troopers rocketed in from a distance. Across the way they came, men in white armour lowered in from their shuttles. "I woulda had it done by now," She spat, peering through the scope on her weapon, "But I guess you had t'give it to the one you're doing." She replied, though it was really an assumption. Commander Chevalier was notorious for wanting to hook up with various people in the crew.