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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Moments pass as Blackout watches the mayhem with mild interest and her minion with sharper interest, and then the charge that Hormah imparted wears off.

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The zambonis sigh disappointedly as the charge wears off and Snowcat lets his launchers fall back again. "Heh. Guess the stupid little squeakers do take after me."

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"You think?" says Blackout, then looks at Hormah. "What was that?"

"Dunno." The younger femme shrugs and grins.

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"Again, do it again!" And Hormah is mobbed by zambonis.

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Blackout frowns at them and rumbles, then holds out a hand to her minion, who cracks a grin and gives her a zap too.

The big femme makes a small sound of surprise as she feels the charge shoot through her and parts of her body shifting, and then she's suddenly bristling with weapons. They're the same ones that she's always had... they're just bigger.

She stands and aims at the ground, then grins and fires.

And everyone suddenly finds themselves falling down into the bottom of a slightly molten crater. A very large one.

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Whoa!

The zambonis clatter down like a trio of dropped Legos, while Snowcat winds up flat on his aft. "What the hell was that about?"

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Blackout's managed to land on her feet, and now she's standing and looking around with awe and surprise. -Did I do that?-

Hormah pulls her face out of the slightly soft bottom of the crater and spits glass and curses.

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Snowcat attempts to stand up and finds that a bit of glass has melted to his bum. This is not optimal. "What the scrapping slag did you do that for, freak?"

The zambonis wiggle about helplessly and attempts to cling to Hormah.

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"You didn't exactly leave me anything else to shoot," she says reasonably, then reaches over to pry him loose.

Hormah gets herself free, then scoops the zambonis up and looks toward the rim of the crater with a scowl. "T'under...."

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"Then why'd you shoot the ground?" Snowcat tugs at her arm, pulling himself upwards. Demolishor will not be pleased with his condition...but will probably not be that surprised, either.

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"I wanted to test my weapons," she says slowly, implying he's stupid for asking.

Then she looks around and absently takes her hand back before jumping into the air, where she transforms and hovers. "Get in."

Yes, that great big chopper fits in the crater.

Hormah hops aboard with her armload of zambonis, then goes to one knee and turns to look at Snowcat.

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"You don't test weapons on the floor--hey!" Snowcat takes offense to someone stealing his zambonis. "Where're you going?"

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"You rather I tried testing it on you? Out of the crater." She continues to hover and wait for him to get aboard as well. He probably won't be able to stand up in there, but he'll still fit.

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In response, Snowcat simply grumbles and kicks off the bottom of the crater, hovering up next to her with his arms folded. He doesn't seem to be using any sort of thrusters to fly, he just...is.

Blame Japan.

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She'd blink, but instead she just makes a 'huh' and shoots upward without closing her doors. This makes Hormah laugh out loud.

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Snowcat follows her upward, wobbling a bit on his skis.

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It's been awhile since Blackout's been in the air, and the familiar feel of the wind over her skin....

She levels off and takes off at top speed. No, she's not stealing zambonis. More like she's not really recalling they're on board.

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The zambonis are giggling with glee at this. It's very rare they get to go flying and usually Snowcat drops them on things from a great height anyway.

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Hormah holds on, one arm to the zambonis and the other hand gripping an overhead rail, her yellow optics watching clouds and then cliffs go by.

She looks down at the little things she's holding. "Ye fer havin' fun, eh?"

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"Wheeeeeeeeeee!" That'd be a yes.

Snowcat's flying beside them, wobbling about in the air and cackling lik emad.

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She may not be a jet, but it's long since that Blackout discovered the joys of canyon running. And as the cliffs rise up around them she settles into the thrill of hugging the wall and flying at her top speed.

Hormah laughs out loud at the zamboni's exclamation, then gives a whoop of her own and leans slightly from Blackout's hold so that she can see where they're going.

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Snowcat slips over against the edge of the canyon and the skis on his feet flip down. "Whoohoo!"

He makes contact with the edge of the canyon, engages his still-invisible thrusters, and starts zipping along the edge of the rock next to her.

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Blackout suppresses the urge to race, knowing that she's not built for speed in this form. Or at least what she'd consider speed. But she's still fast enough as she whips past to gain some very startled exclamations from the twin Autobot jets who haunt these canyons at time.

The brothers look after she and Snowcat, then transform and exchange a glance before PINpointing out of there post haste.

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Snowcat shakes one of his ski-poles at them and speeds up ever so slightly, his cackling winding into a high-pitched yodel. Sometimes he just doesn't want to bother controlling his little verbal tic.

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A dust trail billows behind the big chopper, but she flies in silence, leaving the noise to Snowcat and the youngsters. For her part Hormah is grinning like a maniac, the zambonis still held safely against her chest despite whatever squirming they may do.

"Yer Da's cracked," she notes to one of them, her tone making it no insult but only an amused observation. "Ye knows 'at?"

Of course, her boss's speed through the terrain they're in.... Yeah, she hasn't much to talk about.