Viper - The Decepticon who shouldn't be. From the Transzine Maelstrom http://illmatar.deviantart.com/ Rated M for mature themes(violence, not slash) ....over 4000 pages of comic and story. Profile: Viper was originally an extremely sophisticated exo-suit which was capable of personality simulation and autonomous action. Designed by the mutant KC, semi-programed by Vector Sigma, Viper was meant to be Char's guard dog. Part spy, part guardian - KC wore the Viper-suit to keep tabs on the Decepticons and make sure none of them were being taken for Conversion. She served in this capacity until Vector Sigma realized the Autobot council was moving at last to destroy it. Then it activated a Trojan horse in Viper's programing and brought the femme Con completely online. Killing her human pilot was Viper's first self-willed action. If she were human, you might call her a manipulative slut...and she is...but there's more to it than that. She is Vector Sigma's final vengeance. She will do absolutely anything - use any resource, any skill, and press any advantage to see the hate burning in her fulfilled. Even her own survival is secondary to bringing the Autobots down. Excerpt from Maelstrom Chapter 36 - Before the Dawn Char: Viper paced her quarters. She hadn’t left them for over a week. She was still in a vulnerable state and she knew it. Adder’s pale head followed her back and forth, back and forth. At least her fellow femme could be counted on not to talk. Viper hissed, annoyed and frightened. As far as her fellow Decepticons knew, Viper had always been one of them and had been there for years. As far as Viper was concerned, life began a week ago. There had been some kind of tone...some signal meant for her audios alone, even though Soundwave surely heard it. At that moment, she knew herself for the first time, knew her name, her purpose, her powers...and that there was a filthy human riding in her chest compartment trying to regain control. Slyly, she had complied with all the commands, fooling the human into thinking there had just been a fluke power surge. Viper waited for the human to sleep, and then released her venom into that inner chamber. The human had tried to use its metal shaping powers to save itself, but the toxins were already in its eyes and mouth. It died almost instantly. After that decisive (pre-programmed by Vector Sigma) action, Viper was at a loss. Everything the human had done while wearing Viper’s body was recorded in Viper’s memory banks...but they weren’t her memories... yet. She didn’t know what she had been doing for the last few years. She didn’t know any specifics about the people around her. What she did know was that if they caught her in a moment of weakness they would use it against her. If she faltered in her duties she would be punished. Most of all, if she was caught with a human in her chest she would be branded a traitor and killed on the spot. Galvatron had learned his lesson with Blitzwing. Ah...one memory integrated. Cautious as a fer-de-lance in the brush, Viper decided to lay low until she had fully explored her own mind. She wanted as much information about her comrades and surroundings as possible. That way when she rid herself of this revolting human meat she could do it safely. Human meat. The body would begin to leak and smell. Well...there were ways around that. See? Another useful memory. Now, as Viper paced, she felt she had fully restored her mind, but now she needed a plan. She was still trying to work out how to get rid of the human’s dried up carcass - dehydrated and mummified in her chest cavity with careful ventilation and high internal temperature. She knew her mission. She also knew what she wanted. She was trying to find a way to make the two work together. She was programmed to bring down the Autobots and the humans too. No problem. She hated them both - the Autobot’s for using her and the humans for infesting her. From KC’s memories Viper had gleaned all the information she needed to bring the Autobots to their knees. What she wanted was to do it in a way that did NOT bring the Jabez to Char and DID catapult her to the top of the Decepticon hierarchy. Ambitious yes. Stupid, no. The Decepticons were no match for the Jabez and never would be. Let them devour the Autobots and leave the Decepticons to her. Then Cyclonus came knocking on her door. Adder hissed and struck the door twice, leaving trails of venom trickling down. Transformers belong to Hasbro Viper belongs to me and a former room-mate.