Sidewinder

>>>>>[Well Sidewinder put a tail on me in Bangkok, by the name of "Slick" huh? Well I did my own research on him as well. I guess "tit for a tat" as they used to say...]<<<<< - Black Widow (01:15:14/05-18-50)

Sidewinder aka Cpt. Michael Stuart

Birth Date: February 16, 2020
Birth Place: Houston, CAS
Nationality/ Metatype/ Gender: CAS/ Caucasian Human/ Male
Current Residence: Denver, CAS
Height: 185 cm
Weight: 89 kg
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Blue
Distinguishing Physical Features: Scar on left forearm
Psychological Traits: Immoral, Slovenly 
Motivations: Survival and revenge 
Lifestyle: Middle

        William Stuart was a well paid cyber-surgeon from Wales. He moved to Houston in 2010, to work in the Houston Medical Center. He married Claire Underwood and had a son, Michael, and a daughter, Mary. They bought a large house in the posh, upscale neighborhood of Bellaire. A few years later Claire's mother was widowed and she came to live with the Stuart's for the remainder of her life.
         Michael's school discovered he possessed magical powers at the age of eight during a routine magical scan. His parents quickly withdrew him from the school and enrolled him in a private school that could teach him to take advantage of his new powers. For the most part he was a good student, if somewhat uninspired. He made average marks and in no way distinguished himself.         He did however pick up a hobby in school that he has long since enjoyed. Michael has become a rather skilled artist and seems to always have a sketch pad with him. He has sold some works and even had a gallery showing once.
         For the most part, the Stuarts were not very religious. They were surprised and angered when Michael befriended a pagan priest. Michael met Lucan when Michael sought refuge in Lucan's temple during a particularly nasty storm. Lucan introduced Michael to the ways of the Norse gods and soon Michael joined the church.
         A couple of years later, when Michael was sixteen, his parents divorced. Michael and Mary remained with Claire and moved to Montrose. William married his mistress, Connie, a twenty-year-old exotic dancer, within three months of the divorce.
         At eighteen Michael lacked direction and ambition so he enrolled in the CAS army and attended the Military Academy in Atlanta. He became a Combat Thaumaturgist and quickly gained the notice of superiors as a man with unique insights and methods. Upon graduation he was assigned to a black-ops unit, the 52nd Special Forces Division, also known as the Wraiths.
         Michael was involved in two major conflicts and dozens of small scale encounters. He was decorated for his heroism in his first major conflict, a terrorist raid in San Antonio, which his side lost and his company nearly destroyed. He commanded a company during his second major conflict, which happened in El Paso. He commanded his troops to a succesful mission but the trauma of it pushed him to a desk job and a psychiatrist's couch for the remainder of his term.
         He left the Army as a Captain with three Silver Hearts, two Medals of Commendation and one Gold Star for heroism. Naturally he was heavily recruited by the various mega-corps when he left the service. He chose a second-tier corp instead. He joined the ranks of United Oil in 2045, as the security chief of their Dallas branch. While in Dallas he met and married Fatima, the fifth daughter of Ibrahim Abdel-Karim, an Arab talismonger. Sarah, their daughter was born nearly two years later.
         Michael points to an incident in '45 that he claims is responsible for all of his troubles. While indulging in a few too many in a local pub, he met an old ork priestess, whom he insulted with a very tactless and crude joke. He claims she put a curse on him that any thing he loves would come to ruin.         That curse may have been real after all. Only three months after his daughter was born Michael received a visit from the men in green, his old Army commanders. They required him to assist them in a black-ops against United Oil. He refused adamantly, only to discover that they had kidnapped his wife and daughter to ensure his cooperation. Two days later he assassinated the company president and destroyed over a million nuyen worth of computer research. His family was returned to him, with the threat that any word from him to the media or any one else would result in the death of his family.
         Only a month after the assassination of the company president, Michael was found guilty of the murder and sabotage by a UO court and sentenced to death. He managed to escape his corporate prison with the aid of a few loyal security personnel. He arranged for his family to go into hiding and has not seen them since.
         Michael fled to the far east where he met up with Colonel Mark "Scorpio" Doomas. Scorpio was one of Michael's commanding officers with the Wraiths, and had since founded a small mercenary unit operating from Bangkok. There Michael ran drugs, and weapons, assassinated targets and enforced the rule of local crime lords. Scorpio sent Michael to Denver to begin organizing a new operation, having seen that they could no longer remain in Bangkok. He was right. In '49 the Scorpions, the merc unit, was ambushed by Junta soldiers. Eleven of the twenty-five Scorpions were killed, including Scorpio himself, though no body had been found.
         Michael managed to quickly organize a small security corporation, Scorpion Security, Inc. with surprising little difficulty in a city known for its bureaucracy. The few survivors of the Junta hit squad managed to eventually return to safety in Denver.
         In Denver Michael met Evangaline, supposedly a former assassin for a major corporation, which one she refused to divulge. They had a brief romance that ended cordially and even resulted in Evangaline's appointment to a team leader in SSI.
         Michael is currently seeking information about his family. His father in law has heard no word and fears the worst. UPDATE: Sidewinder is a Captain in Scorpion Corp, and with the MIA status of Scorpio he is Co-leader along with Shelob(Black Widow). Sidewinder is trying to establish Scorpion Corp as a legitimate security systems corporation. These were the last orders given by Scorpio and he is against sending the corp back to Bangkok to extract revenge. Black Widow and Sidewinder have had repeated arguments about the mission. Due to this the security corporation has become stagnate to Sidewinder's dismay.


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>>>>>[Alright, alright, tell your goons to leave me alone now.  I got this information on SW for you.  Sorry, had to hire a BTL poet to do the spying for me.  He uploaded his first set of 'essays,' then his headware cut out.  Found him with a bullet in his skull.  Boyo, you chummers are a little too radioactive for me.]<<<<< - Slick (10:24:09/03-24-48)

>>>>>[Be thankful I din' geek ya.  Now scam!.]<<<<< - Black Widow (10:24:27/03-24-48)

>>>>>[Frag, you could at least pay me for the data.  A man's gotta have nuyen to eat...  Hey, who is that at my door?  OKAY, OKAY, NO NUYEN!  Frag you guys are fast!]<<<<< - Slick (10:25:39/03-24-48)

Sidewinder


St. Joseph's Cathedral stood in the heart of Manhattan built after the great quake as a testament that God would not abandon the soulless inhabitants of the most unholy city. The mega corporations had fought for the prized piece of land on the north end of Central Park, engaging in a bidding war that would have staggered most nations, but the Church had out bid every one of them, humbling the seemingly all-powerful masters of business.

Michael Stuart stopped and looked up at the marble figure of an angel, her eyes silently watching him with disapproval. She was beautiful and erotic, her curves starkly revealed by a flimsy marble robe. While he stared into her ecstatic beauty he felt an emptiness he knew he could never fill. He took a long drag on his cigarillo, then flicked it away into the street as he resumed his pace to the cathedral.

The great heavy doors automatically opened at his approach and he found himself wondering why he had chosen such an unlikely place for this meeting. He didn't like holy places. They made him feel dirty. Well, I am dirty, he thought and entered the dark entrails of god's abode.

Michael kneeled at the altar and lit a candle before bending his head in imitation prayer. Mr. Johnson was sitting in the third row of pews pretending to be engaged in ardent worship. He seemed to fit right into the scene, a small elderly man in an Italian suit praying for the blessings of his deceased wife and wayward children.

Michael crossed himself in long forgotten habit and crept up beside the pious old man.

"Good evening, Sidewinder, you're early." The old man's voice was as soft as velvet and strong with unnatural youth.

Michael kneeled beside the old man and a silent moment passed between the two men. "You have the chip," Michael said it as a statement rather than a question. He felt the eyes of the crucified god boring down into his filthy soul from his perch high above them and wanted to be gone from this place.

The old man held out a strong, unblemished hand. A small thin shiny disk, not more than five centimeters across, lay in the palm. Michael took it quickly and noted how cold and damp the man's hand was. He deposited the disk into the inner pocket of his suit coat and rose to leave.

"May your prayers be answered, Sidewinder." The old man looked over his shoulder, and sighed with relief, watching the retreating form of a most dangerous man. Michael fell into the warm embrace of his easy chair and propped his feet up on the marble coffee table. He took the computer from the arm of the chair and slid the disk into the slot. A fraction of a second later the small screen was flashing with code and data before stopping to ask for proper authorization.

"This data is encrypted." The computer had a silky feminine voice. Michael had chosen it from thousands he had accessed on the Matrix. "Proper authorization is required. Failure to offer proper authorization will cause all data to be destroyed. Please state your pass-code."

"Archangel access Red twenty," Michael muttered from rote.

The screen flashed white and was filled with the stylized image of an angel's wings. "Authorization confirmed," the computer opened its files to him and Michael read them methodically.

He had been hired to kill a man, and on this small thin disk of silver was this man's life history. Every fact and every event was recorded. Michael watched as Mr. James Wills received his first degree, was married, and was awarded certificates of merit from universities and mega corps.

It seemed that the man's fatal mistake had taken place earlier this spring when Mr. Wills had been contacted by a headhunter from a competing corporation. Mr. Wills' research was worth millions to the company, and they would not tolerate betrayal.

Mr. James Wills would die soon.

Michael flipped off the computer and removed the disk. He placed it in the Microwave and nuked the disk. He took the twisted, bubbling mass of plastic and silver and deposited it into the garbage disposal, which quickly destroyed the history of Mr. Wills' life.

 >>>>>[Yeah, yeah, we know he is an assasin mage, that's why we hired him.  I was hopin for something more...perverse.  Oh well, at least there is one less BTL poet in the world.]<<<<< - Black Widow (10:27:51/03-24-48)