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Nexus. Over there somewhere. Quiet time.

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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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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

"Uh huh," murmurs Three was he watches out the door in admiration. "Da's kinda crazy. But he's fun too."

"Yodelodelaihehoooooo!" Why yes, this is actually canon.

They whip through a tight spot, the rotors going still as the momentum of their speed carries them through the neck and Hormah leaning back hastily and cursing fluently in Minicon as she nearly winds up a head shorter.

The zambonis cling gleefully to her and giggle while Snowcat skis out over Blackout's rotors and down onto the other side of the canyon.

"Watch it," she rumbles, the sound carrying over the resumed thud of the rotors as she shoots forward and dives to go through the red stone arch that is practically her doorstep.

She's not heading for home today, though, and so charges past the hidden entrance to the cave complex that she and hers have taken over, shooting through another neck that would have been too narrow for her to fit through higher up and then coming out over a small lake which riffles with the wind of her passing.

And Hormah leans out again and watches her reflection ripple and keep pace as she makes faces at it.

"Watch yourself!" And as they come down over the lake a length of rope snaps out and wraps around her tail end.

Snowcat is going waterskiing!

Blackout nearly shoots him, but instead smirks inwardly and begins to wheel and swerve; seeing if she can tip him over and sink him even as she makes sure that the rope stays out of the way of her rear rotors.

Hormah is laughing uncontrollably, enjoying the wild ride immensely.

Snowcat's just cackling and enjoying himself tremendously, clinging on for whatever he's got.

Blackout hasn't done anything like this in vorns. If the humans who worked with such helicopters could see what she's doing now they'd stare.

"Aoorph!" Hormah slams into the wall, then laughs harder, shaking the zambonis slightly.

And Blackout tries crack the whip....

And Snowcat goes flying, still cackling, fingers still tightly clenched around the other end of the rope which for some reason looks like that little handlebar they have for water skiers. Once again, blame Japan.

The zambonis go scattering all over the place, clinging with their little tires to Hormah's limbs.

The young 'Con gathers them up as best she can while bracing herself against the wild gyrations of her CO, managing to keep herself and them in the hold as Blackout decides that crack the whip is great and tries it another few times.

"Whooooa!" Snowcat's arms are nearly popped out of his sockets a few times but still he hangs on, the slight pain from the situation only making things more fun. Decepticons pride themselves on stamina.

And then Blackout accidentally dumps the kids out and leaves him to sink as she shifts and dives after them.

Eeeek, flailing and sinking zambonis!

"Hey, watchit! Those are mine!" Snowcat waves an arm out but doesn't quite manage to catch them.

Hormah manages to keep her grip on them, her optics wide with dismay as she looks up at the retreating surface. //Tell me ye don't be needin' ta breath, me sons.//

Blackout's got them in the next instant, dumping them on the shore and spitting water out of the intakes she'd been too hasty to close off.

The zambonis, lacking radios that don't relate specifically to each other, mostly burble at her in dismay.

And Snowcat is stil attached to her backside, even if he's hovering over the surface of the water now. "What gives?"

She yoinks the rope loose, then scoops the zambonis up in one hand and shoves them toward him. "Here."

No need to start a skirmish when she just wants to make sure her own minion's alright.

Snowcat sinks in a depressed burbling fashion, then folds his skis up and wades out of the water.

The zambonis flip each other over and go to nuzzle at their da. "That was awesome!"

Hormah submits quietly to being picked up and shaken clear of water, though she'd rather be having more fun.

Assured that hers is alright, Blackout turns to Snowcat. "No damage?"

Then she hears a chitter and looks down, hastily emptying the water out of Scorponok's storage compartment too.

"You got a little infestation there." Snowcat's windshield wipers flick over his chest as he leans in to look at Scorponok's compartment.

The massive femme takes the tiny mech into her hand and closes her fingers around him. "That's Scorponok."

"Kin I go sink some more, boss?" Hormah bounces slightly on her feet. "I likes baths, I does!"

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