TIME MEASUREMENTS:
Astrosecond: .5 seconds
Nano-klik: 1 second
Klik: 1 minute
Breem: 8 minutes
Cycle: 24 hours (one day)
Deca-cycle: 4 weeks (one month)
Mega-cycle: 96 hours (four days)
Meta-cycle: 12 months (one year)
Stellar Cycle: 6 months
Vorn: 83 years
Mega-vorn: 83,000 years (1000 vorns)
60 mega-vorns: 4,980,000years
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Harry woke slowly, sluggishly, and rather confused.
There was a lot of information he had not known before going to sleep in his mind. Starting with the fact that he was what was known as a 'sparkling' and a part of an alien race called 'Cybertronians' from the planet 'Cybertron.'
Apparently.
And the people- bots? - he was with referred to themselves as 'Autobots.'
He was also definitely coming around from being sedated. He knew that feeling well, and when he took in a breath, he could smell the clean.
New information popped up in his head at the thought.
He was in the med bay of somewhere called 'NEST Base'. Someone- a mech- called Ratchet had taken care of him once Sunstreaker- the golden being- had taken him inside.
As soon as he thought of Sunstreaker, Harry felt a swell of panic when he did not immediately see the bot in question. He had no idea why that was so, just that he absolutely did not like that he could not see the bot that had saved him.
Involuntary panicky whirrs and clicks escaped him as his eyes- optics- flew over the med bay. Before he could panic too much he was suddenly lifted off the bed- berth- and pressed close to a warm humming chassis.
Harry felt himself relax against the chassis as something in him recognized the feel of safe-warm-protected he associated with the golden being- Sunstreaker he reminded himself.
When Harry turned to face the source of the warmth he blinked with surprise.
Sunstreaker was the mech that held him, but the warm servo pressing into his back and rubbing softly belonged to a bright cherry red being…
That felt like Sunstreaker?
He clicked his confusion, his optics wide and darting between the two near identical mechs.
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Sideswipe was right next to Sunstreaker when they heard the distressed whirrs and clicks of the sparkling. It wasn't even a thought as the twins moved in synch, rushing to get to the little bot immediately.
Sunstreaker picked the sparkling up and Sideswipe reached over to rub soothingly at the little wings.
The effect was near instant as the little bot relaxed into their hands, the distressed noises shifting to contented little purrs. The purrs cut out as the sparkling turned to stare at Sunny, only to spot Sideswipe and stare.
(Sideswipe blinked in surprise at the sight of the emerald optics. Sunstreaker hadn't been exaggerating. The mech-ling's optics were a beautiful deep shade of true emerald.)
Sideswipe could feel his amusement growing as the sparkling's gaze darted from Sunny to him and back, confused little clicks escaping as he tried to figure out what he was seeing.
It was adorable.
"Hey little mech-ling." He greeted the little one with a grin. "I'm Sideswipe, Sunstreaker's twin."
He saw as the sparkling's optics lit with understanding and grinned to himself. Smart bot. Sparklings were naturally very smart of course, especially compared to human children, but Sideswipe was glad to see the light of understanding in the sparkling's optics all the same. "I'm afraid we don't know your designation little one."
Ratchet took that moment to speak, pulling all their attention onto himself as he did "I, however, do know the answer to that. I found it while repairing his firewalls. His designation is Shadowstrike."
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Harry would be unaware that, as he had passed through the veil, the voice he had heard had made some changes.
Primus very rarely interfered with what the humans of Harry's original world called the Veil of Death. In reality, the veil was a Gate of Judgement, where each person to pass was examined and judged before he or she was transported to a destination.
In Harry's case, his Animagus form had been the initial thing to pull him to Primus' attention. Once the God had seen the boy's life, and what would be if he was sent back, He could not allow it to come to pass.
He had chosen instead to interfere, and change what was into what would be.
He had ripped the soul fragment of Tom Riddle from the boy, using it to rid Harry's word of the being that called himself Lord Voldemort, and as Harry had passed from the Gate of Judgement to Primus' world, he tweaked the Animagus transformation.
He made the transformation permanent, making Harry one of his children. In choosing to do this, he had chosen the name of the sparkling, leaving it to be found in his processor even as he tweaked a few more things. He left the damage done to Harry alone, knowing those who would take care of his child would need to see the damages they would have to fix, but he did make it so that any bot that looked into Shadowstrike's- Harry's- processor would not be able to find anything relating to magic.
They may find flashes of what had happened to Harry- things like a flash of red eyes, or the sensation of flying and his complete joy at it, pain and the sight of some of the humans that had hurt him, but no direct magic. Anyone that looked into his processor would be lead to believe the little one's memory files were fragmented or corrupted in a way.
He would let Shadowstrike choose when and if to reveal what he had been.
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"Shadowstrike, huh? That's a good name- a strong name." Sideswipe acknowledged the name with a grin.
Sunny hummed in agreement as he snuggled the sparkling absently.
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Once the mech mentioned his name- Shadowstrike- Harry was surprised about how right it seemed. He chirped happily at the sound of it, not sure why it seemed so right, but deciding he would keep it as his Animagus form's name.
Sideswipe and Sunstreaker both giving their approval on it only made him happier. (Though he wasn't quite sure about why that was so)
He wiggled in Sunstreaker's arms, a soft little whistle escaping him as he reached for Sideswipe. He was curious about the golden being's twin. He wondered if these Cybertronian Twins were like Magical Twins- one soul split into two bodies.
Sideswipe was all too happy to pick him up and pull him close to his chassis.
Harry-Shadowstrike- reached for the armor plating on Sideswipe's chassis, using it to grip close to him and look up into blue optics. He tried to talk to him, but he was beginning to accept that he was incapable of actual words in this form.
(Considering how long the information that had been downloaded into his brain-processor- told him Cybertronian's lived, he wasn't very surprised. Even at his 17 years old, when compared to Cybertronian lifespans Harry was basically a newborn. It made sense that in this form he would only be capable of baby-babble.)
(When he thought about that it made sense why his emotions were all over the place. His Animagus form was basically a newborn with no emotional control.)
He crooned, whistled and clicked up at Sideswipe anyway, reaching out to him and focusing on the spark so close to his ear, comparing it to the feel of Sunstreaker's spark. (He took a moment to appreciate how well he had once communicated with Magic, as that skill served him well feeling out the sparks around him, and 'sensing' the feel of them.)
It was the same. Or rather it was so complimentary it could be nothing except the other half of Sunstreaker's spark.
Cybertronian Twins were like Magical Twins.
Good to know.