Rated G

Summary: Typhon, Decipher, Minimus and MetalBlade explore the room and go into the portal. Too bad this challenge was anything but normal...

"Greetings. You've all been selected to compete in my challenge. It's a competition I hold every Decavorn or so to choose the next...lucky Mech or Femme to join my elite group." The mech before them paused as they virtually jumped and whipped their helms at him in a snarl or quiver.
"In the boxes behind you are an assortment of items. There should be enough for each of you to have ONE, so choose wisely." He paused again. Typhon attempted to read his mind. But there was nothing. Emptiness. Nothing in its' mind... "After you've made you selection the teleporter in the corner will move you to your first challenge. Team work is encouraged and whoever is still alive at the end will be welcomed into my ranks. Good luck, though that hardly matters here..." The mech faded.
He tried to tell them about his findings on the fake mech. But of course he was ignored. So thus he sulked against the wall behind him.

All options were extinguished. Apart from one. Going into the portal. Typhon didn't like it at all. Who knew what would happen once they passed through. But there was no other choice...in the end. The others had chosen their prospective items. Metalblade chose the flame thrower with a wicked grin on her face. Right until that moment Typhon was tempted to obtain the twisted spire of metal. It could be a key of some sort. Instead he hastely chose the medic gear. While he wasn't a Medic he certainly didn't want to take any chances.
There was silence as they all regarded the portal in front of them.
...
"LAST ONE IN'S A---" Metalblade charged through with her weapon up high; her red and grey armour disintegrating into the beams of light.
"METALBLADE GET BACK---!!!!" Minimus was next; the enraged Medic stormed in after her, most likely to dent her helm in with a wrench or similar fashioned weapon.
"Hey guys wait up!" Decipher gave him a cheeky grin before leaping into the portal with a laugh.
...
Typhon just stared after them.
'Recklessness' He thought with a sigh. Well; too late to scan the portal now. With marked hesitation resembling a cat about to walk over a puddle the black and grey jet stepped into the beams of light.
A crackling sound whipped around his helm as light engulfed him.
He felt as though he was flying and falling; being pulled and pushed; going forward though remaining still. He felt incredibly ill. He was going to----
Nevermind.
He was now somewhere else. Colours assaulted his optics. With a wince he closed them as his body recovered from the teleportation. When he was one hundred percent certain his balancing systems were reset Typhon took a step forward. The crackling stopped.

"Where the slag are we?"
The most obvious and naive question to ask. Though...warranted in this instance.
"You ask as though I had an inkling of an idea Metalblade." He answered in a blend of coldness and patience. He opened his optics. Coloured squares formed the entire room. Blue, green, yellow, orange, red, purple and magenta. It looked as though they were inside some sort of elongated cube.
'The only colour missing is white.' A random thought surfaced in his mind. Typhon shook his helm. He couldn't afford to go into an 'episode'. The other would---
He could only see Metalblade by his side.
"Have you witnessed any other portals nearby?" He asked; a growl hitched up in his throat. The femme shook her helm as she glared at the opposite side of the room they occupied.
"None. Our one must've been a one way trip." She huffed, raising her flame thrower in annoyance. She didn't like the situation any more than he did. Metalblade took a step forward. A cubed tile began to glow under her pede. With a clawed servo he grabbed her shoulder.
"Allow me..." He offered curtly; pointing to the floor as she growled at him. He politely let go when she got the message.
With a mental sigh Typhon hovered in the air and headed towards the other wall of the room. As he flew cautiously the jet examined the room with severe prejudice. Not only was the floor covered but the walls and ceilings as well. He scanned the wall a short distance away. No access points. No key codes. No handles. Nothing to indicate a possible way through. He couldn't hack into the room's access system because there was nothing to Hack into.
He promptly flew back towards her.
"No access via traditional means." He announced with a tinge of frustration.
He knew it wouldn't be an easy game to play but he never thought it would bar his expertise; especially so early...the first round. Oh well. Onto some more unconventional means...

He landed beside her just as a 'click' echoed around the room.
Both Decepticons raised their guard instinctively.
A mindless assault Drone whirred up through the floor some distance away.
"How about I take care of this nuisance?" Typhon tilted his helm in mild curiosity.
"With what weapon?" Metalblade asked with a laugh. "You're not a warrior."
Typhon flew forward as the Drone began to charge the enormous canons on its arms.
"Oh; who said I was going to fight it?" He replied in an oddly distant tone; something about his answer made the femme look up at him like he was a little off in the head.
But the grinding of metal drew her red optics back at the large Drone. Its' chest began to contract and expand all at the same time. Typhon remained disturbingly still as this occurred. But then he moved; one of his arms snapping back as the drone clutched at its' chest with the futile hope of keeping its' insides...on the inside. All of its' internal components ripped out of it without any remorse or hindrance. And then it terminated with a massive THUD on the tiled floor. All tiles under it began to glow.
More Drones appeared as Typhon seemed to come to.
"Nice going psychic!" Metalblade growled at him in a teasing tone. But in truth she was pleased to have some foes to fight. Three more Drones popped out of the floor. She charged in with an epic war cry; half-leaping through the room. Her grace was amazing to witness. She barely even touched the floor. Though some tiles she did touch activated some swinging saws with beams of faint light around the edges. They swung with speed; though none of them were anywhere quick enough to touch her. She catapulted, bounced and flipped; all with the flame thrower in her possession.
Typhon opted to remain back as he refocused his telekinetic abilities; using the swinging saws against each other or trying to keep his companion from getting hit. The Drones, meanwhile, were firing with slugged laboured speed. Still the femme leapt for them. And activated the flame thrower to full throttle. The drones simply melted under the stream of condensed fire. With a laugh she did a flip over a dying Drone and landed on its' back as it terminated onto the floor.
Typhon shook his helm as he hovered over to her.
"You move not dissimilar to a Human Gymnast." He noted with interest.
"Uhh...thanks I guess." With a shrug she switched the flame thrower to standby mode. "Now what caused what---"
"Magenta triggered the swinging saws. While red triggered the activation of the Drones." He interrupted.
"Tch you're such a bore." She laughed. "How about yellow then genius?"
"I have yet to come to a logical deduction on that particular colour scheme."
"HA! I knew it!"
With a cheeky grin she pointed her pede and leant down to touch another red tile.
"We cannot afford to---stop!---" Too late again...but it wasn't the red tile which she touched. It was orange.
From the ceiling some flying drones; resembling dragonflies, roared as they swarmed the room.
"Now THIS is a PARTY!!!" She cheered as she leapt after them. This time she subspaced the flame thrower and resorted to bashing them to small pieces.
A Drone below him twitched, touching a red tile. But he didn't notice this. He was far too busy aiding Metalblade with his powers. Controlling some flying Drones and making them destroy each other.
DANGER!!!! His mind screamed just as a massive Drone appeared from the floor and tackled him, sending him careening into the wall behind him. Onto a yellow tile.
He roared as electricity surged through him, shocking his systems, sending every volt of courteous pain through him. He looked at the Drone and with pain as his focus it began to fall apart in front of him. Still yellow power wrapped around him.
It was about that time Metalblade was sent down from the heavens and onto a blue tile next to him.

CLICK.

The Drones all went limp and plummeted to the floor. The various swinging saws went still. And the floor opened up. Metalblade looked at him as she cussed from the wound down her arm.
The yellow around him turned black as he fell to the floor with a soft chuckle. Shadowed arms reached up around the blue tile and dragged them down. He let them.
'Time for another round...' He thought with a mental laugh.

To be continued...