Re: Team 1: Shatterstar & Abaddon
Shatterstar eyed Abaddon evenly. He only vaguely understood what half her insults meant anyway, but even when he did they did little to rile him up. She wasn't entirely wrong about one thing. Whether Mojoworld truly existed or not, as far as Shatterstar was concerned that had been his reality once, one in which he had been genetically engineered to be a gladiator. It had been a kill or be killed dystopian existence in a world where a human life was only worth the televised ratings it could generate. So yes, he did have the killer instinct. A lust for blood had been bred into him to the bone. But he had a code of honor as a warrior, and had a side of him that was human and who resonated with this reality's cultural stance regarding murder. At the end of the day, however, it was as simple as his orders were to keep casualties to a minimum, with zero being the preference. That meant that Shatterstar was committed to doing just that.
The redhead's eyes narrowed at the woman before him when she tried to belittle his mate in such a crass way. Star knew Julio Richter potentially had the power to crack the very Earth in half, so he really wasn't worried about defending his honor when Abaddon was quite obviously simply trying to bait him, but the comment surely didn't earn her any brownie points with him. There was obviously no loyalty there for anyone other than herself, but all he could really do was report this back to Magneto and abide by his decisions. That was the mission.
"Maybe so. Maybe I'll get to whet my appetite on your blood if you disobey Magneto's orders," he shot back, unimpressed. "You will kill only to save your own life or that of one of your teammates, and only if there is no option to disable your opponent. That's the job."
Shatterstar's head shot up, and he listened for a moment. "You hear that? Vehicle. Find cover," he ordered, because he could be a bossy fella. He hit his comm and warned the others too, even as he scanned the area for a vantage point. "We are not alone. Movement along the west wall." He saw an overhang up close to the gated wall and leapt up to it with the uncanny agility his hollow bones gave him.