Rated G

Summary: Typhon wakes up for his challenge in Deadaim’s competition. Who would have though waking up was such a drama?

A constant murmur was the first thing he became aware of. He was always slow to wake up from deactivation but he always fought it in the chance to remain blissful to memories and unpleasant voices whispering into his audio.
‘...?’
These voices were different this time, drawing him from the lull of recharge. Something warm was against his back, though his chest was cold and a little stiff. He opened his green optics.
That was strange....his optic cover was still on. Normally it was retraced from his face in case he ever moved in his recharge. Not that he did anyway. When recharging his systems ran at minimal capacity; usually startling Medics or passer-bys.
But this time something was...off. For one thing he was on his stomach. On the hard, cold floor. He spotted the surrounding scenery with half-closed optics. It took him a little while to realise that the stack of glowing boxes wasn’t a part of his usual quarters.
The Communication Officer heard the voices again. They seemed to bicker quietly. Femme voices.
A shift of weight on his back made him realise something was pressing down on him.
“OW!” One voice yelled out in shock.
“Took you long enough!” Another replied in annoyance. Something shifted down his back; the weight now on his cockpit. He suppressed a surprised grunt.
Wait a second....the second voice was Minimus. What was she doing here?...Waitwaitwait....where was he? Typhon looked around, scanning the room now. Something light blue shimmered in a corner near the boxes. Some kind of portal...---The weight shifted again.
Up above him stood a dark red and black femme. What was her name again?...Metalblade? At any rate she seemed just about ready to pull a sword out and hack something to pieces.
Minimus looked just as annoyed. She hopped off his back and stood to her spectacular height of six feet. Just how the small Medic could make herself look so scary was beyond him. Even he knew not to mess with her if she was agitated.
But the weight was still on his lower back; the warmth giving him shivers and limiting his movement.
He glanced up. Decipher was ON HIM. Thinking about something. It didn’t take much to read from her mind; she was distracted by thoughts.
‘Great. There’s no doors for escape and the window seems locked up tight...where the Pit are we?’
His thoughts exactly...to a degree. He decided to drum his digits across the floor in succession to draw her attention.
“Decipher...” He talked in a deep calm tone. Very quiet but enough to get her attention. The femme looked down at him.
“Typhon...!?” He sighed as she remained on his lower back. The weight to his cockpit made his voice a little strained.
“Get off. Now.” He urged her in a passive tone.
It took a few seconds for the bluish femme to realise that she was sitting on him. One of her servos was on his aft. Unintentionally of course.
“OH...sorry.” She stammered sheepishly before getting off him.
The weight was lifted and Typhon could feel his lower extremities again. While she wasn’t too heavy it was apparent the femmes had been on him for some time.
His legs twitched as feeling returned to them.
“Now...” He began to think aloud; the femmes startled from their thoughts. It was his intention; his psychic ability was over-working again, making their internal voices blur and merge into his mind. “As we have no memory of how we came to be in this particular room we can safely assume we did not come here on our own accord.”
This confirmed their suspicions. Someone had brought them here. And from his sketchy short term memory Typhon suspected that he had been knocked out.
He sat up before getting onto his pedes. The femmes walked over to the boxes while he studied the tightly shut window. He let himself glance over at the portal nearby the boxes. It seemed to be their only way out of this room. But not yet. He allowed the femmes to gather their wits and investigate the contents of the boxes. While he wasn’t sexist the Officer had to wonder what twist of fate had decided to make him the only mech in the ‘group’.
Something filtered through his mind and he chuckled softly, drawing a warning glance from Minimus. He looked coldly back at her. ‘Mad’ her mind accused.
But she didn’t know it was all a game. And he was all too willing to play...this was going to be so much fun...