Harry's first impression when stepping into his first alien robot spaceship, was that either all these robots were who-knows-how-many-tuplets or Harry had inadvertently picked up the Private Dr. model equivalent of giant mechanical beings.
Almost all of the *Drones* were the same dark color scheme as Harry, and all of them were busily toiling away at some menial labor or other, patrolling the corridors, or standing at watchful attention.
A robot *Cybertronian* standing on a platform above all the business was vastly different from those below, and highlighted in both in its more unique singular presence as well as position, that it was obviously higher ranking then Harry's brand. This particular individual was mostly silver with few lines of red and white trim, its glowing red optics sneered down at the world, and bore its two large wings, much like Harry's own (appearing when he transformed back into his bipedal mode) which twitched once or twice over some internal annoyance.
Harry grimaced when the Cybertronian *Designation: Starscream, Second in Command of the Decepticons* 'Decepticons? Okie Dokie then' seemed to have caught sight of the odd drone that was Harry standing awkwardly below.
Starscream leaped nimbly from the platform and landed in front of Harry, an obvious frown on his faceplates.
"Drone, explain why you changed your alt-form?"
Harry's wings twitched slightly in nervousness, as he tried to think frantically of an excuse.
That's when, to his relief, a sudden announcement over everyone's comm system bore news that sufficiently distracted Starscream from his inquiry. The illustrious Lord Megatron *Leader of the Decepticons* had returned, which suddenly left everyone scrambling. Unfortunately, while Starscream seemed no longer interested in why his Drone had changed his alt-form, he commanded Harry to accompany him with another Drone anyway.
Harry mentally groaned as his body moved obediently in line with his fellow drone who only spared him a sidelong look when Harry's new wings accidentally brushed against his sides.
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Megatron was perhaps the scariest thing Harry had seen outside of Fluffy and the Basilisk. He was a behemoth of bristling silver armor, gleaming red optics, and sharp *denta* with a decidedly sinister voice that reminded him uncomfortably of Voldemort. Now, Harry was not one to judge based on looks, but Harry was beginning to strongly suspect that whatever the hell was going on, he suspected that Megatron and Voldemort may share more in similarities then physical characteristics and meglomania.
Going with this comparison, Harry surmised that if Megatron was the Cybertronian equivalent of Voldemort, then Starscream was likely some sort of inner circle, like Malfoy, and Drones were the outer circle cannon fodder Death Eater variation, which Harry had the unfortunate pleasure of finding himself smack dab in.
Harry followed his commanders and, after awhile, sort of zoned out, letting his processor absorb whatever was said to ponder on later. Harry had heard the evil scheming of world domination more then once in his little forays into Voldemort's mind, and Harry was trying to think of some way to get himself out of the situation.
Eventually Starscream retired from Megatron's side. The mech looked...disturbed by the the strange dark magenta glowing rock that Megatron had shown him. What had he called it? Dark Energon?
*Energon: primary fuel source for Cybertronians, emanations, of Primus, complex energy matrix, stored in a liquid state in Energon cubes, one of the primary ingredients towards successful procreation* his inner alien compendium supplied helpfully.
'Huh...' Harry shuttered his optics in a semblance of a blink, 'handy I guess.'
Anyway, Harry couldn't blame Starscream's weariness over the thing that Megatron had brought back with him, the stuff made his *spark* cringe just standing that close to it.
Starscream seemed to have decided to work off his own reaction as he commanded Harry.
"Drone, I am going for a flight, and since you presently hold this alt-form, you might as well amuse me by accompanying me."
Harry nodded silently, and together, the two of them transformed into their alt-modes. Harry noted that for an evil robot, he made a rather fine looking F-16 Fighting Falcon.
Starscream, Harry had to admit, was the best flier he had ever seen. Harry actually felt himself working hard just to keep up with the other mech and his flight pattern, he was beautiful in the air and made Harry for the first time ever in the sky, feel almost clunky.
When they returned to the ship and transformed, Starscream said with some minor curiosity.
"How did you get your alt-mode? and for that matter, how are you able to keep up with me?"
Harry's wings twitched nervously, "I..." his processor scrambled for a good excuse, "I...was the only survivor in an encounter with the..." *Autobots* his processor supplied helpfully, "Autobots. There were humans closing in on our location, I needed to retreat in disguise quickly, and the enemy were familiar with my Vehicle mode. I scanned nearby options and this form seemed the most feasible."
Harry mentally groaned in relief when Starscream seemed to buy it as he huffed, "Well, whatever the reason, I don't really care. You are more useful to me with these wings anyway, so your standing order is to keep your present Alt-mode, is that clear?"
Harry bowed slightly, and nodded to show he understood.
Starscream gave a non-communicable grunt, though seemed relativity pleased by the bow.
Eventually Harry was finally let go when Starscream left to go recharge.
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Sneaking around the base was actually a lot easier after that then he had thought it would be.
As long as he looked like he was moving around purposfully no one paid attention to him.
Luckily for Harry it seemed that his luck was finally changing when he came across the medbay.
The Deceptecon inside was a bright red and exceptionally proud of his chaise, evidenced by the polishing he was giving his arms when Harry stepped into the relatively quiet but macabre room. Harry eyed the various spare limbs hanging from the roof and some serious looking lasers and sharp tools.
"Yes?" The Deceptecon *Knock Out* asked, looking irritated.
Then Harry had a sudden moment of brillience and he said in as monotone voice as he could.
"My Command Chip is damaged from an altercation with the Autobots, I was sent to have it replaced."
"Oh, how boring," Knock Out sighed, eyeing him, "though I must admit, this winged version your sporting is somewhat better on the optics then your usal drone alt-form, so I suppose your presence before me isn't a complete waste of my time."
Harry, reluctantly, took a seat on one of the large exam tables and had the unnerving surreal experience of having his chest cavity painless opened and was able to look down at his...Soul?
*Spark* his processor informed him again, something between the soul and a mind.
Harry's was a brilliant glowing green color and so bright that it actually caused Knock Out to squint his optics, "Now that's odd," the Con hummed curiously, "Ok your definitely not boring now. I wonder what caused such a change in your spark? You are to remain here after the command chip is replaced, I might just have to dissect this."
'I don't bloody think so,' Harry thought aggressivley.
Knock Out grabbed one of the sharp tools and carefully dug into a small crevice just at the base of his spark. It was surprisingly painful, and Harry had to withhold a shriek with everything he had.
Thankfully it didn't take long to remove the hexigonal command chip, roughly the size of his once human hand.
Knock Out frowned at the chip being held between two tweezer prongs saying.
"I don't see anything wrong with your Command Chip, it looks perfectly functional to-OUMF!"
Harry dropped the arm he had stealthily grabbed from above his head. He pushed the slightly cranium dented Con off of him and unceremioniously onto the floor.
Harry leapt off the exam table, dragged the unconcious medbot into a supply closet, and left as hurriedly as he could without looking suspecious.
Harry managed to find an out of the way cargo bay door to escape through, transforming into his jet form and taking off into the sky. His tense circuits didn't unwind until the Decpetecon ship was a long gone speck behind him.
After that little adventure, Harry eventually managed to find a series of caves in a local mountain range big enough for a giant robot, and squeezed himself in. His systems were exhausted, and his processor informed him he was due for a recharge, which he assumed was robot version of sleep. That was fine with Harry. He would just catch a few "Z's" and see about getting himself human as soon as possible tomorrow.