Medusa character history
By Adam Maag
As she stepped out of the stasis pod, she reviewed her teammates. The twin adders Swiftstrike, the swordsman/computer specialist, and Quickhit, the brawler/security man; and Rattler, a western diamondback, the demolitions man. Lastly there was herself: Sureshot. Her reflection showed a 'bot that was 25 feet long with no legs, her tail making up the rest of her body. Her face was stunning. Soft facial features and large purple eyes would make any man plasma in her hands. Her body had perfect definition. Prominent yet proportionate bust, finely toned muscular structure… her hair was jet black and in a complex braid that hung over her right shoulder across her chest. She was the sharp shooter, meant to keep her teammates safe while they went in for their specialties. Yes, the Predacon commander was very pleased indeed. His new special ops team held much promise. Designed for rescue missions, data retrieval, and the rare assignment of assassinations.
The Commander spoke up. "Listen, Preds, you were formed because some brass way up in the army needs to get jobs done that can't be traced. You won't know them, and you sure as Pit won't know me. And as far as the rest of Cybertron is concerned, you don't exist. You are not registered with the Predacon army, or any computer system on this planet.
"Now just because you aren't registered doesn't mean you'll live like civilians. This is your base. Your training is done here. Your leave will be assigned. Your assignments come through me; your pay comes through me. Look around this room, 'bots. The Preds you see are more then your teammates. They are your family. Your code name is Phantom Viper. Now get some sleep. You train tomorrow."
The first mission was a breeze. Their commander sent them to rescue a spy who was captured on the job by a Warder unit. They were given the specs on the building: the number of guards, and the location of the package inside, and with a 48 hour time limit it left plenty of time to prepare.
Sureshot picked a building across and down the street to set up her nest. There were four guards on the roof and two guards by the door. She pegged the four on the roof with ease, and smiled to herself as she saw them all drop to the ground drooling, (why did she always have that effect on men?). For the two by the door, she had something else in mind. As the team moved into place by the side wall, she loaded her rifle with something different.
The two guards felt a pain in the back of their necks. They pulled the darts out of their necks, and just as they stumbled in to the office on the top floor to warn the commander, they dropped. There would be no revival. Suddenly an explosion rocked the building.
Moments later, four people left the building. With the mission complete and the team safely in the sewers, Sureshot's rockets turned on, and she flew away. Shortly after takeoff she could feel the vibrations of the energon nukes planted under the warder building. "Sssso much for evidencessss."
Years went by and missions were completed. She was part of a good team, and they did their job. Sureshot only had two problems: the pay they were getting, and her boss keeping his hands to himself. She decided to start putting her other talents to use, and started to spend more time with her commander to get more for her team. They got better quarters, and better pay but, she never committed to him.
Sureshot's seduction worked well, too well. After time the obsession drove the commander to a drastic extreme. He approached her and asked her a simple straightforward question: "Will you run away with me tonight?"
Not noticing his seriousness, she busted up laughing and cackled. "Yeah, letsss... just get my thingsss, and I'll dump my team and all we've worked for." With that she gave him a small slap on the face and swayed out the door laughing.
She did not notice the drooling oil running down the commander's faceplate. He thought to himself: "...she'll see that I'm the best thing for her. She'll see, and then she'll love me, and she'll know I'm better for her than her precious team... she'll see..."
The next week the team got the kind of assignment that Sureshot hated. No numbers, no blueprints, just a location and the package: a file this time. Those slagups at Predacon command think that just because they are the best team around that they can pull miracles out of their exhaust pipes, she thought to herself. And there is no use complaining when you don't exist. Not given much time, they immediately went to the site.
After a quick check they assumed that the guards were on rotation. They figured that since it was a small building they would bust in through the front door, guns blazing, while Swiftstrike grabbed the file. The y would be gone before the opposition knew what hit them. Sureshot, as always, would be outside to take care of any pursuers. The team busted in the door and only found one 'bot and a computer. The EMP went off, and Sureshot's team dropped.
Sureshot grew anxious waiting on the roof. They should have been out already, she thought to herself. Then there was movement by the door. It was Rattler, collapsed. Then, she saw the twins fly out right next to him. They lay there, lifeless. When she reached the bodies, she was mortified to see their chestplates ripped off, and their sparks missing.
"We were ssset up. There wasss no package!" Sureshot screamed as she entered the command room. "Yes. They certainly had a shocking experience; didn't they?" the Commander replied. "I guess it goes to show that I'm the only one that you can depend on."
"How did you know they were em... Did you know about thissss? Why?"
The commander got up and moved toward her. "You could have saved them, you know. But you laughed at me. And now you have nowhere to go but to me." He worked his way behind her and reached to put his arms around her. "You're so beautiful."
With a flash, her tail coiled around him. His arms were pinned to his sides, and he couldn't move his legs. She raised till she was hovering over him. "Is thisss what you wanted? To feel me wrapped around your body?" She began to constrict, and could feel his frame begin to fracture. "Are you enjoying thiss asss much as I am?"
He tried to scream but nothing came out.
"Problemssss... too tight? Let me relieve ssome pressure." Sureshot pulled of his already crushed chest plate and reached in and grabbed his spark. Holding it in front of him she hissed: "Goodbye love." She dropped her commander and pulled out her flamethrower From a distance she saw it all burn. Her past, her family, everything all burning in a fire that she started. She watched it all burn. She was alone.
Time passed, wounds healed. She worked as a mercanary for anyone who would hire her. She was known for her professionalism, her ability to get the job done...and the ability to double her pay whenever she gave her employer a little extra attention. Not wanting her former employers to find her when she surfaced, she chose a new name. A name that came from an ancient human myth about a women who was revered for her beauty so much that she angered the gods, and they transformed her in to a half human, half snake. Medusa.