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This is the fist of hopefully many Fanfics about my HMW team, the Death Knights. Figured I'd start with Backstabber, don't know why. Just did.

Look for more shortley. Probably going to be Anaphylactic Shock.




“Arghhhh, where is he?” the Autobot commander groaned after looking out over the destroyed wasteland of his home world of Cybertron.

“Relax, he’ll be here,” calmed an Autobot soldier.

“You said that 5 cycles ago, I thought you said he was fast,” the commander chided.

“He is, but they did get the drop on us and got out of here awfully fast,” responded the subordinate. He was use to his commander being impatient. This was a little different; the commander was a little shorter than usual this time, in his defense his squad was just ambushed by those cowardly Decepticons. They hit hard and fast wounding two of their comrades while out on patrol. The commander had sworn to get revenge up on them, and he swore he would have it.

Looking up over the mound of debris where the Autobot patrol was ambushed, the commander saw a small fleck in the sky that was growing bigger quite rapidly.

“Bout slagging time.”

“Told you he’d be here.”

The fleck grew larger until it became a sleek, triangular jet. The jet circled the area and flew over the commander and soldier’s location. Within a couple seconds there was smaller but stout robot standing in front of the Autobot’s position.

“Sir, I bring information on the Decepticon band.”

“Get down you fool! They’ll locate us!” scolded the commander.

“They’re kilometers away from here sir, they’re incredibly fast but they are also lightly armed.”

“They could of detected you!”

“At 10,000 meters? I doubt it, how many times have I been located before?” rebuked the scout.

“Okay, so be it. Watch your tone. How many were there?”

“Six.”

“Six?! JUST SIX DID THIS TO US?”

“Sir, they DID have the drop on us.”

“How? With your advanced sensors?”

“I’m not the only one that can carry jamming equipment you know…..”

“Fine,” griped the commander, in a hurry to catch those responsible for the attack on his squad. “Any Autobot that can transform, let’s move; leave two behind to guard the wounded. Doc, stay here and finish up. If we’re not back in 1 megacycle, head back to base and report to higher that we didn’t make it.”

“Yes Sir!”

The commander turning towards the scout, “Lead the way Javelin.”

“Hope you can keep up,” responded Javelin shifting into his jet mode and taking off towards the horizon.

“I hope they’re still there,” stated one of the squad while pounding his fist into his hand, anxious for retribution.

“They’re there, they were celebrating their victory,” responded Javelin.

With a howl, the surviving members took off following Javelin’s contrails.

Flying a kilometer in front of the group, skimming only about 100 meters off the ground, dodging debris and destroyed buildings, Javelin began thinking to himself. I have been fighting in this war for megacycle after megacycle and what is it getting me? Nothing. Where is it getting us? Nowhere. We win, they win. We die, they die. The Decepticons can’t stop fighting themselves for leadership; the Autobots are too noble to even think about betraying themselves. Where do I belong? My side, that’s where. I’ll work for myself to wither away both factions and when both are about to crumble, I will sweep in and bring about a new order for Cybertron. Under one faction, one ruler! It shall be me! It will be easy, give information to both the Autobots and Decepticons, letting them fight each other, bringing more and more under my banner of unification until all of Cybertron is in my hand!

Suddenly, snapping him out of his dreams of glory came the pings on his sensors of 6 robots in an abandoned building. Transforming silently and landing with the lightest touch, he waited. When his advanced sensors picked up his arriving “teammates” he sent an encoded packet to the squad commander signaling where he was.

The robot mode of the commander was barely visible as large, bulky black hulk in the twilight of a Cybertronian evening.

“Where are they?”

“That building right there,” replied Javelin shining an ultraviolet pinpoint at the target building. “They’re currently in a rest cycle.”

“All of them?”

“Yeah, all of them,” replied Javelin, knowing only his sensors could detect that the Decepticons were actually up preparing to move out. This is where I start, get both the Decepticons and Autobot squad eliminated or at least bring the survivors under my banner.

“You, and you, storm the front door, Javelin you stay with me and give covering fire. You and you, to the back and you 3 through the windows.”
Javelin could see the Autobots moving into their positions and waited until the opportune moment to cause havoc. As the first two of the assault team entered the house, he yelled “SNIPER!!” and let loose a volley at the roof.

Suddenly a volley of energy weapons lit up the darkening night sky firing every which way, striking one the Autobots in the chest. Javelin watched as the former teammate crumbled down in a heap watching the optics of his victim perish.
The volley of laser fire increased as the two Autobots at the front and back entrances stormed the house. There were many flashes of light in all sorts of the energy spectrum, giving Javelin a slight neuroprocessor ache. There were screams and then silence. Javelin could no longer detect the assault crew.

“Come on Javelin, we have to move!” shouted the commander.

“I don’t think so,” and before the commander could turn, Javelin unsheathed his energo dagger and jammed it deep into his superiors back.

“GAAAAHHHHH!!” the commander shouted in a vocal tone that indicated intense pain.

“This is the beginning of a new faction, a rouge faction that wants only stability for Cybertron. I would of loved you as a member, but you’re to damn noble,” Javelin paused as he twisted the dagger around shredding fluid lines and vital components.

The commander looked down and saw purple energon flowing from his front chassis, feeling the tip of the dagger protruding.

“Why, why are you doing this Javelin?” gasped his former leader.

“This war will never end without a strict guidance. I’m no longer Javelin, I will be called Backstabber from now on,” as he ripped the dagger out from the Autobot’s back. The Autobot tumbled onto his back, a pool of purple energon slowly growing bigger.

“I don’t understand, why would you do this? Why would you go against the cause for good?”

“That reasoning is the exact reason why I MUST do this, it’s the only way, and I’m sick of taking orders from you and everybody. I have seen how pathetic you guys are, it’s almost like you don’t think for yourselves, whatever command tells you to do, you do! If there’s a possibility civilians will be hurt, you won’t do it! This is WAR casualties happen, you guys will never win because you aren’t risky enough, the Decepticons won’t win because they’re too ruthless, I on the other hand am just perfect.”

“You stabbed me in the back!”

“Shut up, you are the exception to the rule.”

“You are wrong, Javelin, and you will fail.”

“I’m not dying right now, so you failed. Both the Autobots and Decepticons have failed, I will rule this planet and there will finally be peace under my rule.”

“You will never succ….”

The Autobot never finished his sentence for his optical sensors dimmed and his spark was extinguished.

“Commander!” shouted one of the Autobots still assaulting the house.

“He’s been shot, he’s gone!” shouted Backstabber. “Continue the assault! Avenge our comrades!”

Backstabber takes off for the house and inserts himself through a window.

He hears a scream and another Autobot winks off from his scanner.

Silently stalking the halls, he rounds the corner and almost bumbles into a Decepticon. Without thinking, he thrusts his still gooey dagger into the Decepticon’s gut. The Decepticon screams in pain and without thinking blasts him at point blank range with laser cannon and that’s the last thing he remembers.

An unknown amount of cycles later, Backstabber awakes to find himself staring into perhaps one of the largest cannons he’s ever seen.
“Well, well look who’s up,” stated the larger Decepticon. He was all soldier standing a good 2 meters over Backstabber’s tiny build and was this Primus awful neon yellow that hurt Backstabber’s eyes to look at. Backstabber looked at his chest and saw his energo dagger still embedded in it. “Oh, this is YOUR dagger huh?” The Con proceded to grab the hilt and rip it out, not even flinching from pain.

Backstabber gasped.

“You want it back?”

“Not after you contaminated it,” he retorted.

“Wise guy eh? Well, here, I don’t want it.” With that said, the infantry Decepticon proceded to flip the dagger over and jam it into

Backstabber’s right arm.

“ARRRGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!”

“Now, now Ground Pounder, let’s not kill him quite yet, I could do an operation on him.”

“Operation?” questioned Backstabber.

“Oh yeah, we could use the parts,” replied another Decepticon slipping out the shadows.

“What are you? A doctor? A medic?”

“You could say that, BWAHAHAAHAAHAHAH!”

“Slag.”

The other Decepticon retracted his left hand in its place was a wide variety of surgical tools.

As the Decepticon came closer, and the tools lit up and made all the horrors that are equivelenet to dental tools, Backstabber broke.

“Don’t kill me! I can give information! I have knowledge of the Autobot tactics! I have access codes! Don’t kill me please! “

“Hmmmmm, that sounds intertersting, let’s see the Dark Curse has to say.”

“Oh thank you! Thank you!” Groveled Backstabber. “You won’t regret it!”

“Shut him up Anaphylactic Shock.”

“Alright, alright!”

“Wait, shut who up?” questioned Backstabber.

Suddenly, Backstabber had the barrel of a null ray pointed at his head.

“Wait! WA…” and the last thing he remembers is a bright purple light, then numbness.

He awoke in the Death Knight’s medical bay with an older, grey seeker looking over him.

“So, you want to join us in our war against your kindred eh? Why do you want to switch sides?” questioned the seeker.

“I want to be on the side that’s going to win, the Autobots are to nice, they aren’t able to do what is needed for victory.”

“Good enough. Welcome to the Death Knight’s Backstabber.”

“Who are you?”

“I’m the interim commander, Lt. Colonel Dark Curse. Our new Colonel should be arriving in a couple of days, relax, Anaphylactic Shock will fix you up.”

“Yes Sir.”

After a nice long rebuild by Anaphylactic Shock, Backstabber was as good as new. Just in time to, he went to talk to Dark Curse who took him to see their new commander.

Dark Curse knocked on the door.

“Come in,” came a dark and sinister voice.

Backstabber walked in, knelt down on one knee and bowed his head.

“Welcome sir, I’m 1st LT Backstabber, your head scout.”

“Stand up.”

Backstabber complied. The first thing he though when he looked up was This room sure is dark and as his gaze looked up even farther, he saw two disembodied red eyes staring into the very spark of his being.

“There’s something about you Backstabber,” the Colonel stated. “I don’t trust you or like you. “

“My allegiance is to you and the Decepticon cause Colonel.”
The red eyes moved about walking toward him until the image of a larger seeker was visible, but even after seeing the full body of the Colonel, he couldn’t take his eyes of his molten red eyes.

“It had better be.”

“It is, trust me.”

“I don’t, now get out of here.”

“Yes sir!” and Backstabber left his office as fast as he could. Does he know my agenda? Is he really that smart? I will have to be extra careful around him. He will not stop me though and he shall be destroyed at my hand.

Niiiiiice! Javelin/Backstabber is super devious! Please oh please continue!?

Nice creative work. Good Job.