randomplaces | Nexus. Over there somewhere. Quiet time.

Blackout watches as Hormah obligingly repeats herself so that the smaller mechs can get the words right. "If they're so useless why did you bother keeping them?"

A sleepy chitter sounds from her storage compartment, and she sends comforting thoughts to her symbiont. //Sleep. Nothing interesting going on.//

"Cause if I went to all the trouble of playing Alien with 'im I figure I'm entitled to them. And people'd get mad if we killed 'em."

The zambonis obediently repeat, getting it better this time.

She tilts her head to look down at him. "Playing alien?"

And... Hormah's hand shoots out and she's... got one?

"Y'know, the movie? Chestbursters and all that?" Snowcat makes a squishy sort of noise and pantomimes something exploding from his windshield. "Where'd you think they came from?"

She's got one and it's wriggling like a caught salmon in her hand.

Blackout stares at him for a long moment, then grumbles and shudders her rotors. "Hormah just appeared."

Hormah turns the little guy over and pokes him in the belly, her optics bright with interest as she scans him.

"...oh." Disappointed Snowcat is disappointed. He'd been wondering where she'd put them. "You just got lucky. No fair. I had to carry those things around for a while month."

The zamboni giggles helplessly and revs its little wheels.

"The slagging LOL ripped a chunk out of my spark and scanned me about as carefully as a comet lands...." She stops and stares some more. "That's disgusting."

Hormah chuckles and sits up, not noticing if one of the others might be sitting on her as she gently tweaks those wheels and then examines the missile launchers.

"No kidding. Hooked up to me with tubes and everything, I had to go on double rations and we couldn't get 'em out." Snowcat makes a disgusted noise.

The remaining zambonis are clambering on to her and watching their brother squeal with glee.

"I think I'm going to purge...." Except that she didn't charge on energon, but from the sign... so there's nothing in her tank anyway.

"Ye can't change, b'y?" Hormah turns him over again and frowns at his front end.

Snowcat yelps and takes a few steps back. "Not on me!"

The zamboni wiggles its front bumper. "Uh-huh. We're just like this."

Blackout laughs at that. "Why not? Add a little pink to your green."

"Well 'at bites." Hormah turns the zamboni around and studies him from all angles again, deedlebeeping to herself thoughtfully.

"Hey, green looks good on me." Snowcat turns around and brushes the paint from his aft. "Demmy's green and he's on me some of the time, ain't he?"

"Pew pew!" Three wiggles his missile launchers again, trying to shoot at her.

"How the slag should I know where he is?" She looks away to scan the surrounding area.

Hormah laughs. "Pea shooters."

"He's my bondmate, I'm thinking it's kind of a given." Snowcat follows her gaze, wondering what she's on about.

"Nuh-uh, got no peas." If they knew what they were, anyway.

Blackout's just wary, but she's going to stare at him blankly now. Very blankly. "I thought you said you were shorter than him."

"Here." Hormah puts her fingertip on him and tries to think of what she wants to do.

"Only like a teeny bit." Snowcat holds his hand out at a level a foot or so above his head. "Most he's just wide. Big truck bed and all."

"Hmm?" The other two are coming closer, wanting to be played with.

Maybe... see how big a sand hill they can climb? She sets down the one she was holding and begins constructing a steeply impressive edifice.

Blackout's blank look goes to irritation. This guy is making no sense.

Climbing, yay!

Snowcat gives her a blank look. Ish. He's wearing a mask so you can't really tell. "What?"

"You're not making any sense," she growls.

Hormah's still frowning to herself about the pea shooters. It doesn't seem right for anyone not to have something that will make big booms.

"Sounds about right." And Snowcat just keeps grinning. "Look, Demolishor's green and sometimes he's on me, yes? You get that bit?"

The zambonis would dearly like to have real guns, they just don't seem to have them. Good thing, too, inc case they'd gone off inside their Da.

"If you say so." Scorponok often scuttles all over her, but Scorponok is small enough for a human to lift.

Hormah is still thinking as she makes the sand pile taller and steeper.

"...you even got a mate or a partner or something?" Cause if she's not getting the joke she's either dim or naive. There's no way it could be because the joke wasn't funny.

The zambonis attempt to help her, nudging sand with their sweepers.

"I have a symbiont." Hardwired to her processor and bonded to her spark.

"Alright." Hormah straightens and opens out her chest cannon. "Stand clear."

"Much as Demolishor gets possessive, i don't think that technically counts."

The zambonis back up, watching expectantly. Is something cool gonna happen?

Blackout shrugs.

And Hormah slags the sandpile into a little glass mountain and chortles with glee. "Jes' let it cool."

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