Nexus. Over there somewhere. Quiet time.

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Blackout scratches at a nearly healed wield, then blinks at Scorponok where he's passed out cold in a crack in her armor before making a sound of content boredom and looking over at the sand pile that Hormah's vanished into. There's absolutely nothing going on, nothing to destroy anywhere near (or that she feels like destroying, anyway), but the big femme's happy to just sit and watch the nothing happen for now.

The sandpile spouts slightly and then beeps before falling silent, and she cocks an optic at it and snorts before leaning back and looking at the sky.

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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.

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"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.

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

Hormah laughs. "Pea shooters."

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"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.

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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.

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"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.

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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.

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Climbing, yay!

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

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"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.

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"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.

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"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.

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"...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.

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

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

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

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

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Blackout shrugs.

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

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"What the heck's a sim-bi-aunt, anyway?"

"Eee!" And the zambonis cheer at such a neat trick.

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"Our processors are linked. We can hear the others' thoughts and feelings."

And now Hormah's blowing with her exhausts, trying to cool her mountain off so that it can be played with by zambonis faster.

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"That's...actually kinda creepy." Snowcat scratches his head.

The zambonis copy her, blowing blasts of cool air and little squirts of water.

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"It's useful." She watches Hormah pick up the mountain and dump out the sand inside it, then set it over one of her small playmates.

It's still pretty warm in there, but not dangerously so.

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The zamboni squeaks and waves to its brothers outside. What is this strange prison? :O

"But it's all attached to your spark and stuff. Why have it?"

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Blackout frowns and rumbles. "I never said anything about my spark."

"Attack!" orders Hormah, pointing to the mountain. "Get him outta there, b'ys!"

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"Then what's it bonded to, your aft-end?"

"Attaaaaaaack!" And the zambonis charge the glass, ramming it hard and making the one inside squeak in mock fear.

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"Our processors are hard wired." She rolls her optics, not even realizing that the short guy isn't that far off and that she and Scorponok are spark bonded as well.

"Ye kin do some better'n that, me son." Hormah shakes her head, and then puts a hand down to the nearest zamboni. A short burst of energy shoots from her finger tips, and the little mech suddenly has a very temporary but very effective weapons upgrade.

"What...?" Blackout blinks and stares, one of her own guns half open.

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The zamboni pauses for a moment. Then one gun wiggles ever so slightly and it makes a very, very happy little noise. "Oooooh..."

The other zamobonis back away and Snowcat stares in confusion as Five flicks its missile launchers up, aims at the glass mountain. "Boom!" it cries, and fires with all the power its little body has.

The mountain explodes.

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"...The frelling slag????" finishes Blackout with shock.

Hormah's laughing, totally pleased by the destruction and never thinking to check the little guy that had been inside the mountain for damage.