Sure, but the Justicar is great with a lot of different guns.
Would make more sense to me if the Eagle were a rare gun and the Arc Pistol were UR.
Agreed, on the other hand it still makes sense for some Rare weapons to be "better" than some UR. Maybe some criteria for rarity are unralated to the efficiency of the weapon. Come on hear my story.
The Eagle is actually an UR thanks to a famous Salarian spectre by the name of Beezat Azitmei. He was attacked by a Blood Pack gang on the shady planet of Korus Ant. The leader, a brutal Krogan Batllemaster called Grimbergrunt learnt of the Spectre presence and decided to make a name for himself by taking him out.
They cornered him in a bar called the Kan Tina. A pack full of eighteen gang members all armed to the teeth entered the bar, everybody left in a hurry except for Beezat who kept sipping his Jango Martini, sitting casually at the bar table. A Vorcha started to chuckle with the distinctive lovely laugh all Vorcha have. Beezat, in a traditional Korus Ant poncho and sombrero took off his hat and raised his left hand, still turning his back on the pack of vicious bandits.
- Please, before it goes down, I'd like to finish my drink if that's okay with you...- His voice was calm and cold, like he didn't care about what was about to happen.
- Haha sure, after all even I am not so cruel that I would refuse a dead Salarian last request - Grimbergrunt said cunningly grinning. He was already thinking about how this feat would have a huge impact on his already bloody reputation. Beezat put down his glass, now empty, took a slight pause and said :
- You're mistaking my words Krogan, what I meant was, let me finish my drink before I put all of you guys to the ground...- Beezat spoke those words with such confidence that everybody in the gang even their leader, shivered. Grimbergrunt wasn't going to let that lone Salarian get the better or him.
- Hahaha, you're a funny guy, unfortunately for you, there's 18 of us and only 1 of you, don't even think about getting out of here alive ! - His voice was menacing and terrified at the same time. He knew there was nothing a lone shooter could do, yet somehow, he still felt tintimidated by the intensity of the Salarian that was standing before him.
- Besides, what do you expect to do with this pea-sized shooter huh ? I know you weren't expecting us, you probably don't have any backup weapon or even extra ammo, face it , you're done Salarian -
- You're right about that Krogan, I was just having a last drink before leaving and making my report on job well done. Wasn't expecting any visitors, especially not a Blood Pack gang. I don't have a backup weapon and I don't have any extra clips... So I guess it's a good thing this clip has 18 bullets, seeing as....they're only 18 of you.... - Grimbergrunt didn't have time to fully grasp the meaning of what Beezat said, let alone respond to it that a soft and polished barrage of "bangs" rain down on his crew. Before he could even aim his Graal Spike Thrower, Beezat had taken down all of his men and was no poiting his gun right to his head.
- Wait..- But it was too late, the Salarian Spectre shot his last bullet that went right to Grimbergrunt's head. But the bullet didn't pierce throught the thick Battlemaster's head. It merely cracked his forehead and fell down on the ground.
- Hahahaha, too bad Salarian, did you really think you could take down a Krogan with that kind of caliber ? You should've known it wasn't enough... -
The Blood Pack leader started to aim for his ennemy but a sudden chill striked his head and ran down through his spine. He looked at Beezat in anguish and saw he was smiling. Time stopped, and Grimbergrunt realized was that smile meant : The Salarian knew.....Beezat threw his pistol at him with strength , velocity and great precision. The spinning weapon hit the crack on his forehead and split it open, a large quantity of blood came gushing from the wound and Grimbergrunt collapsed.
Beezat put his sombrero back on, walked towards the exit and as he was leaving, he stopped, turned around, looked at the pile of bodies and said :
- Adios gringos, say hi to the Goddess when you meet her, courtesy of a pea-sized Eagle and Beezat Azitmei. -
Beezat and the weapon became legend after a mysterious, sexy, stealthy thief whose identity wil remain hidden, secretly watched the scene and sent an anonymous report with video footage to the Citadel.