Shelob
AKA Black Widow

>>>>>[I’ve worked up a full personality sketch on Shelob. Here’s just an inking of what I know, this is free but more will cost.]<<<<< - Slick (12:42:34/03-17-48)

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Hobbies:

games of chance
working on Panzer
decking wit' brother's killer progs
Quirks:
excessive planner
highly superstitious (has a large collection of talismans, rabbit's feet, and other lucky charms hanging inside Panzer.)
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>>>>>[I also swiped some info outta her Diary for ya chummer, it is sort of a self description—for a dating service? Who knows, she is a bit of a flirt. Anyhow, I had to pay off one of the grunts that worked out at their base to get this chummer. If interested ya owe me another 1,000 Nuyen, payable now....]<<<<< - Slick (12:42:17/03-17-48)

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>>>>>[Creds slotted. You are expensive. I’ll want the full personality sketch given in person at the prices you ask. . . I’ll be in touch.]<<<<< - Sidewinder (12:44:17/03-17-48)

>>>>>[Name the time, and I’ll be there. Ta ta.]<<<<< - Slick (12:42:27/03-17-48)

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>>>>>[ Thought you might want to scan this. Yeah, this is at least how she used to be before the change. She’s got nothing but black eyes and attitude now that Spider is riding her loa.]<<<<< - Sidewinder (01:03:43/05-18-50)

Shelob

Shelob's Personal Log  (9:38:37/09-16-46)

"We came in from the NW side of the target. Sergeant O'Rilley and I would be in the first group, in a MAS 123 mini-mortar and a Nero APC. I then commanded our second team, to proceed to the next road turning to the south. There they would engage the other Hover with their team.

We took our corner at 50 MPH and saw the Assault Hover heading towards us at around 40MPH, launching a barrage of burning oil slicks the whole way. We, of course began returning fire as well.

The mortar landed a direct hit on the hover but did no damage, the Hover also evaded the fires burning at its hover skirts, executing several graceful maneuvers around the flame. Knowing that our vehicles were outclassed by superior firepower, I opted for a more aggressive tactic. Realizing that the
Hover could destroy both vehicles in a head-on collision, or destroy the rear of the MAS 123 if it turned a corner unprotected. I decided to mislead the hover away from attacking O'Rilley.

I ordered the Sergeant to turn the corner while I would play chicken with the hover. This would give the Sergeant time to make the curve and drive around the block and come up on the rear of the enemy. Unfortunately he was hit with some flack at this moment and it must have shaken him up. He hesitated to take

the turn (disobeying a direct order) and instead slowed and threw the car in reverse. This would prove his undoing. At this point I drove straight for a head-on collision towards the hover, (this would have allowed O'Rilley to turn--No Rigger can resist a game of chicken) but at the last moment, shifted to the right, exposing the side of the great beast. I WAS NOW THE HUNTER! I then treated the beast to a point blank shot with my auto-cannon. My sensors indicate a direct hit, through it's one weak spot, directly behind the weapons mount on the thin side plates. I made an eight inch hole through the composite steel and past the ablative plastic armor underneath. My next shot within the following second would be clear through to the drivers soul. This is what we call Rigger-Sex, heavy deep penetration. I was in ecstasy, breathing in short quick breaths and I let out a scream of pleasure. My dance of death was nearly over. But on this day, my penetration was too good and the stunned foreign driver lost control and swung the rear part of his craft into my vehicle, ramming me with all 8 tons of his man-steel. I wrapped my steel body around his in a final clasp and rode him for a last second. I barely escaped with my life.

My thanks to our mage who brought me back from the edge. He said I had a smile on my face that he didn't understand--he wouldn't understand--but maybe I'll show him.

As I said, Sergeant O'Rilley's action would prove to be his undoing. He disobeyed a direct order to turn the corner, and instead threw his vehicle into reverse. He didn't stand a chance, and should've known better. At least the Mage riding CoPilot with him was smart enough to jump out at this time, a 8 ton Hover moving at 40 MPH, and accelerating at 10, is going to crush a 3 ton MAS, going in reverse at 5MPH. I pity O'Rilley's soul. He was crushed instantly.

It wasn't until I returned home and saw that O'Rilley had forgot to take his gold plated 4 leaf clover necklace with him on this run that I knew one part of the combat was predetermined. That crazy Irishman never went anywhere without that necklace, and I have chosen to keep it and wear it always, in remembrance of him.

I can also say for the record that he was a good screw. I will miss him.

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Shelob's Personal Log  (8:33:24/07-12-47)

Description: "Stop calling me Drow!" Actually since I was born an albino elf with pronounced canines I guess it is kind of an appropriate term. I wear my white hair pulled back in a ponytail and have skin color ranging from deathly white to a silvery black depending on the last time I took my melanin pills (Bleh, I hate the way they taste!). Frag I even dye my hair on occasion, it ranges from white to red to black depending on how I felt last time I dyed it. For you dimwitted bakebrains out there, red means anger, black means sober, and white means I was too lazy to do anything with it! Hmm, what else? Oh yeah, although my "race" is often born sickly due to magical involvement, I haven't had too much of a problem beside the sunburns... Besides, I've made up for it by being addicted to exercise. (BTW, I wholeheartedly recommend the trid "Abs of titanium" to everyone.) I also have a little birthmark on my chest. It's the only coloration I got. It's red, and in the shape of an hourglass. Hey back off buttonhead!, I don't need you breathing down my neck. Have you heard of toothpaste? Eyes: I got those pink eyes replaced long ago chummer. I'm now sporting Ziess 9000s with all the options. With the new emotachrome iris feature. If I'm angry, you'll see it in my eyes! However, I still tend to wear alot of different mirror shades I've collected over the years. Mostly, this is just due to habit. But let's face it, they look cool too!

Background: "Happiness is a warm Panzer."

I had my decker brother change my age on my birth records so I could join the military 2 years early, to escape from the stifling home life I'd been living. Thought I would see the world I did. Oh well, I have to admit it has been pretty exciting. (By the way dear brother, I would appreciate it if you would change my age back now...) But I digress. I started out as a secondary gunner in a MBT. The govt did my eyes up right, long range magnification, flash suppression, the works. Granted we always used the tank's sensors instead of our own, but I guess the govt. felt more comfortable having a backup to protect their multimillion nuyen armored investment. Hey, I didn't complain, I just wanted the eyes! (After I got out, I traded upward for an even better model, but those were my first, and I loved em.) Anyhow, battles being what they are, my Rigger Commander bought it one firey smoke filled day and I manually drove the beast right through our target and completed the mission. Truth be known, I could barely control the fragging thing -- even with onboard computer systems -- our target just was in the right place at the right time. Anyhow, that wasn't how I put it in my official report... They gave me a Silver Star and sent me to OCS. Soon after I had my first level of rigging gear.
Well after that, I began to really understand the dynamics of a modern battleground. The big stuff didn't occur too often, but there was always practice and limited engagements. I got _very_ comfortable with command. It takes a lot of preplanning and practice, and rigid control over your soldiers, so that when the battle goes down, and nothing goes the way you thought, your men still know the basic direction your assault is headed, and how you intend to get there -- more or less. In war, you gotta be both a manager and a commander if ya want to win the battle. Anyhow, I eventually worked my way up to captain, got upgraded gear and was quite happy in making the military my life's work. Then it happened.
My father got investigated for operating subversively against the government. I never cared for the guy too much, my brother was his favorite, but he wouldn't have done something like that without an important reason. (I'm not talking nuyen either, chummer, we had that) Anyhow, he ended up freeing something out over the matrix from the govt. military computer system. He said it wasn't just a program, but that he knew it to be an old friend. Whatever... The feds eventually cornered the thing, and we never heard what happened to it. My father was imprisoned, and he sent my brother away with a friend. Damn idealist.
What happened to me? Well, I was taken in for questioning. They let me go at first, and I went back to my work. We had a minor flare-up then at that time, and my unit was sent to South America to engage a small multinational's forces for not paying UCAS taxes. Guess you could buy a small country with the creds that were involved. Nothing much occurred, a couple of ratta tat tats, and then the corp fessed up and filed their fees. Claimed it was a big misunderstanding or something...
But then I get called in again, and this time they don't believe me. Sent me to a local "camp" where they thought they would write me off, like how they imprisoned my father. It wasn't a good place to visit chummer. If the work and heat didn't get ya, the ultra resistant TB or Beta Cholera would. Met a man there who knew my father and had been working on the program with him. His name was Colonel Scorpio. I gave him my water for several days and he pulled through the sickness.
Told me that they were experimenting with high grade attack ice, in big supercomputers. Big military stuff. They uncovered an intelligence within the mainframe, however, and believed it to be one of their former Echo Mirage chummers-Wraith--who had bought it while online engaging a turncoat member of Echo Mirage (I wont even mention that scumbag's name). I guess they did all they could to maintain memory space for the guy. I guess he took up allot of room, but he began to function as their IC pick. Well, yatta yatta yatta, you know what happened next. Higher ups want to dissect it, keep the attack framework, and purge the rest. So the Colonel and my father freed it instead... The ghost then attacks the feds and infects some critical intelligence data bases. Thanks allot, I tell the old Colonel, you and my father fragged my career by association.
Turns out, the old guy ain't too bad. He's got a talent for command as well, and seeing as we'd never have been allowed out of the camp, he gets a prison riot going. Not many made it out, but it was better'n dying slowly. I lost my arm that day (although you can hardly tell, I got a replacement, neh?), but we escaped in an old Humvie, (and I mean old!).
Soon after, we started the Scorpion Corps. The Colonel had some connections and cred accounts reachable through a few backdoors punched in firewalls throughout the matrix, and that was it. A few years later, and we are spec ops professionals for hire. Ya need some work done chummer?

Sexual Preferences:
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>>>>>[Fragger, you are meat. This was personal and it wasn’t for any fraggin dating service, that last drek was forged by that droog Slick. You paid extra for sensationalistic garbage, but you’re gonna pay even more for posting this!]<<<<< - Black Widow (01:14:43/05-18-50)

>>>>>[ Can’t we all just get along?]<<<<<

- Drider (01:15:02/05-18-50)