#askakiller

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♝ :Ever killed for sport?

// Bread: His daily bread~ Hah! (whole meme link) //

Despite going for his kills to be effective, having fun didn’t fall under the category of ‘doing it for the job’. A shot mech here or there, some fun during the breaks between coming from one battlefield to the next.All among other ways of familiarizing or passing time in less destructive ways.

The pity, Deadlock couldn’t go into non-destructive unless circuit boosters were involved. That left having fun.Beginning with target practice and ending at planting explosives.

One could say a ton about the fun a mech could have if not invested in any fight. The most popular game mid-fight was still the good ol’Killcount. Checking in within the unit via open-channel communication between them all while on the hunt.Highest scores belonged to Deadlock, unless Turmoil descended from the ship to get some fresh air and slag few Autobots while doing it.On good days, the speedster would bicker about his First In Command going against the rules and using fragmentation grenades.

But, currently, Deadlock could say he was on the lead. Klik after klik, he was noting all the mechs that were offlined under either his blasterfire, pedes or energon knive.“134, 135, 136…”

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♖ :A kill you regret

He never was a mech bothered by regret.

The regret wasn’t a word that Deadlock knew well. Yet... Drift lived with it on the daily basis since onlining. Almost from the moment of his activation, he had to learn to be sneaky, to fight and to steal if he wanted to survive. There was no regret in that.That made it hard to find any situation actually worth feeling self-reproach towards. Yet, it didn’t meant there weren’t any moments he felt like he should be offlined just after being found on the junkyard on the back of the cold-construct production factory.

The moment he’d joined a gang after Gasket’s deactivation, he stopped believing in mecha.Asked about a stolen crate with cans of booster-spiked Kremzeek, he didn’t hesitate to point the mech. Even if he promised to be silent about it.All that he’d got was “Good job, Drift.”.

And the sight of the mech whose designation he’d given. Betrayal burning in optics, slowly replaced by fear. The smuggled goods were worth a ton of shanix after all.The flailing mech was dragged in front of him, straight down the hallway. Begging at first. Wanting to repay. Screaming. Before descending into cellar, screeching in blind panic.In the end... there was silence.He’d never seen that mech again. Only the parts the gang boss sold looked similar.Deadlock had never gotten rid of this particular nightmare.

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♘ :How you prefer to kill someone

There are many methods of killing. Some more and some way less messy.If one wanted to take time, they took all the time in the universe. If one would make killing an art of prolonged suffering, Deadlock wouldn’t go to the top. He was a mech that didn’t experiment with victims. Not enough patience for that.

First of all, he didn’t have time. On the battlefield, all extra time went on shouting orders to his subordinates, loud enough to be heard over the artillery fire.Secondly a term of efficiency existed. Kills per minute count. For Deadlock it was kills in a minute per used blaster rounds. Maximize first, minimize the other. Mix quality and quantity. Present to Turmoil. Profit.Third was to discriminate between job and having fun. It was ruled by other principles.

Killing needed to be fast and effective, as Deadlock despises wastefulness.And yet there was always some time for interrogations...