Darksteel and Skylynx scanned Starscream's energon, then flapped their wings and danced restlessly on their claws. They looked at Predaking expectantly. While keeping one hand over his eye, he waved his other in an authoritative swipe.
"No, leave him," Predaking ordered.
Skylynx transformed. "What? We are going to let him go? After everything he did and what he just did to you?"
"We would have killed him. Termination exceeds the bounds of justice."
"So what if he dies?" Skylynx argued. "It would be a favour to everyone. We do not even know the worst he has done!"
"Shall we assume it then?" Predaking growled. His eye seemed to flare with every word he spoke; his patience grew thin.
Darksteel cried, "He treated us like brainless animals and zapped us into obedience. He's an awful bot! We know it!"
Skylynx added, "If we do not terminate him now, he may find a way to terminate us when we least expect it!"
"We have nothing to fear from him," Predaking hissed. His pain spiked and he spun away from them. "Come. We are leaving now."
Skylynx and Darksteel glowered. Predaking knew that they were questioning his leadership and wondering if they could beat him in a second fight.
Predaking uttered, "I will have the Autobots mend my optic. Then perhaps, we may join forces with them."
He transformed, then glanced back at Starscream's spilled energon. Predaking quickly scanned it before he leapt from the tower.