It's true. Deadlock would only accept help as a last resort, if he couldn't manage otherwise. And even then his pride would demand he try. Just because he doesn't relish the idea of solitary life, doesn't mean he doesn't know how to live it. He's had to develop a stubborn functional independence through the rigors of life. <

The way this mech looks at him, holds on a little too long, has Deadlock wondering what kind of new trouble he's getting himself into here.

Deadlock hobbles past the cargo crates, using them as support and taking a little longer than necessary to look for labels, trying to find out if there's anything useful in all these crates. Maybe there's a cargo manifest here somewhere? That might be giving the slavers more administrative credit than they're due though. He drops heavily down into the co-pilot's chair, leaving a small trail of energon behind.

"Yeah? Better be some energon and patch tape in there somewhere or it'll be a short conversation."