Fabian Cortez
It's been years since I have become a new man. So much has happened over time, just some more things to look back on to mount on my shelf as a trophy of scars. The damage on account of others and some partial to myself. In the end, I have won. I will always win and nothing in the world and beyond these stars can defy me for long.
There was something that was kept a terrible secrete from me for the longest time. A woman of the past, one I once held such high standards for had given birth once again to precious talisman I was forbidden to call my own. However, nothing, and no one can keep me from what is mine forever. Not one, but two. Two precious beings who possessed the blood of a god. It was my duty as a father to try to save them from their already tainted ideals. An unfortunate matter they fell into the wrong hands to begin with. It was years later I found out I had a granddaughter as well. A young girl by the name of, Luna. How I loved her like one of my own and still do. It is unfortunate the father of the child, and my son, dislike me because of brainwashing; which to this day I am certain of. We do not get along, but of course, he is the one at fault for that. Him and that damned group of vigilantes called, the X-Men; lead by the core of my problems, Charles "Professor X" Xavier.
A man by the name of Fabian Cortez, once an assumed loyal ally, turned to a fatal enemy. His existence after the episode at Camp Hayden resurfaced in an attempt to take control of the island of Genosha, a place ceded to me by the United Nations. It was an attempt to bring peace and stability to the location, which I so graciously succeeded in doing. That is until news of my granddaughter, taken hostage by a malevolent foe struck my being, and it struck me like a bag of stones. Of course when I found out who was responsible for such a distasteful act, I made certain he would pay. Although as much as I wanted to dismember Cortez myself, the act had been already done by a true loyal follower, Exodus, whilst I tried my best to uphold the "empire" that was crumbling beneath my feet.
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I look to the now idle computer screen before my eyes. It's been ever so dull as of late and for once I was a bit uncertain as what I was going to do. I could only plot so much before I begin to run the same ideas over and over through my mind. From the last loss on my account, I've also been extremely bitter. Revenge was a constant reason to my motives. Justice in my own eyes would be sought through any and all means. A pulsing red light caught my attention as I look to the open slot with suspicion. A fax, but from who? I was not expecting anything.
The frail looking sheet of paper began to slide through as the sound of printing could be heard from the master computer. Over all it looked as if it was a request to meet in the city of Tokyo, but who it was from perplexed me even more.
"...that is, if you want to assure the safety of your so-called secret Antarctic base from the X-Men.
Signed,
Fabian Cortez"
I felt the weight of the paper sink deep into my grip. It was annoying and highly disturbing at the same time. An immediate reaction was to crush it within my grasp, and so I did. If this was someone's idea of a sick joke, it was the least bit funny. However, who ever it was seemed to know about the base and that would have to be taken care of.