Darkstar said nothing as the Autobot Hyperspeed as the bot took his weapon's chip and lead him to the mechanic. He assumed that he could not call his Decepticon allies because of how far down they were below the surface. Not like that mattered. Darkstar had already tried to contact the Decepticons for rescue. Either they did not care about him or the damage he took did in fact knock out his communications. Darkstar would have liked the latter to be more correct. Darkstar glared at the mechanic as he ordered him to sit on the repair bench. Reluctantly, he took his seat for the mechanic. The mechanic was right. DarkStar was a prisoner now and it is not like he gave the Autobots much of a fight. The Decepticons basically handed him over. NO! Not the Decepticons just one Decepticon... that Decepticon. Just thinking about what happened caused DarkStar to tense up with anger. He would find him and destroy him. DarkStar needed to get repaired, then he needed to hone his skill, gain valuable experience, and then ultimately support. Decepticons did not agree with murder of each other for it weakened the force, yet no one would argue against a death in a fair duel, because that strengthened the force. The Weak die and the strong stand tall. That was the Gladiator's way but it was an effective and honorable way to do things.