Fred VII - Fictional Character Biography

Fictional Character Biography

Fred VII is, as his name implies, the seventh member of the Fred Series of Crimson Guards. Each member of the series looks identical due to plastic surgery. Many are sent out into everyday life to gain political clout and other resources for Cobra. Fred operates a small auto repair shop, which was also the site of a hidden cybernetics lab.

Fred VII is perhaps the most famous Crimson Guard, due to his prolonged impersonation of Cobra Commander.

While on the run, Cobra Commander discovers his son Billy has been badly wounded in a mysterious altercation. He has lost an eye and a leg and is in a coma. The Commander takes Billy from the hospital to see Fred, whom he asks to build a prosthetic leg for his son. Fred also presents the commander with a suit of samurai like battle armor.

Fred and the commander have a small side adventure. They team up with the bird-crazy Raptor and track down a G.I. Joe convoy. They attack it with the new Cobra Pogo that Fred VII had invented.

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