Guards and Order

[Solras, The Protector]

"Sir."

It's interesting how much affronted disdain Solras can pack into that word. She did what was right, She acted in the best interests of the people the Guard is supposed to serve. And she acted according to her orders as best she understood them.

And she is being punished while the corporal who was corrupt is walking free, vindicated to act as he did again.

[Aveline Vallen]

Vallen studies Solras for a moment, then shakes her head slightly. "You still don't understand what you did wrong, do you?" She sighs and turns her attention to Wylde. "I'm sorry, Wylde. Your loyalty to your friend is commendable, but you made the choice to follow her into breaking the law. If it comes to it, apply to the Bastionite church for aid. Their shelters aren't great, but it's a roof and meals."

[Wylde]

Wylde winces. "Yes, sir," she mumbles, not looking forward to dealing with potential homelessness. 

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras just frowns and shakes her head "My actions were moral. They were the correct thing for a protector of the people to do." she then signs and removes her badge from her uniform "If they were also illegal that is another matter indeed. You wanted this I believe."

[Wylde]

"I mean, Vallen has a point, you can't arrest people based on intent..."

[Solras, The Protector]

"And taking the squad into that place, for what purpose you know as well as I what was planned, this was right and proper and normal business of the watch while in the middle of a raid? There is a reason why  The second charge I listed was Conduct Unbecoming an Officer of the Peace!"

[Wylde]

Wylde whines, taking a step back. "But-- but it was a raid, I mean, we were meant to be raiding businesses, and, and he said he had a hot tip, and..." 

[Aveline Vallen]

"He probably was going to commit an unlawful act," Vallen snaps. "But probably, intended, I'm sure, you know as well; none of that is worth a damn thing! You should have waited, given him enough space to actually break a law. Or, if you weren't comfortable with your ability to judge the sweet spot there, of a crime committed but innocents unharmed, then you should have asked to speak with the Corporal privately. Informed him you're not comfortable with where this is going and warned him that you'd be reporting it. You'd have gotten shit for it, absolutely, and he'd have at most gotten a verbal warning, but no-one would have been harmed."

[Solras, The Protector]

"No harm?!" Solras questions sharply, emotion finally edging into her voice "just because no one needs to have a healer stitch skin back together, or set a broken bone does not mean that no harm would have been done!"

[Wylde]

Wylde cringes, taking another step back with a whimper. White-furred canine ears lay flat against her white hair, and there's a flash of white fur up her belly as a white tail presses against it. 

[Aveline Vallen]

Vallen stares, caught off guard for a second. Then she realizes-- "Because he'd not risk doing anything like that after you told him you'd be reporting on him," she snarls. "I know damn well that rape is harm, Solras!"

[Solras, The Protector]

"He flatly refused to consider my suggestion to search the place in accordance with my regulations, which was my first opening approach, instead ordering the two women in the party to butt the fuck out of matters that clearly dis not concern them. With that reaction and flat denial do you really think me telling him that I would report him would stop him?"

Okay so she hadn't been thinking the most clearly, but in the moment she was completely certain that stopping the rapes with words was not possible, and she's fucking sorry that she put protecting the civilians ahead of waiting for the corporal to actually whip his dick out and commit the crime.

[Aveline Vallen]

"Did you tell him--" Vallen breaks off, staring at Wylde. "Wylde, what the fuck."

[Wylde]

Wylde stretches onto the balls of her feet -- no -- she gets taller? -- no -- her feet change shape inside her boots, making her digitigrade in the regulation boots. Her mouth elongates into a muzzle and she whimpers, pressing back against the wall as fur sprouts from her pale skin. No no no no no! Not in front of Sarge! Dammit!

[Solras, The Protector]

Solras looks at Wylde and then looks again. In moments she's at Wylde's side reaching up to grab a hand to reasure her friend.