Post by Coconut on Jan 10, 2009 9:01:05 GMT -5
Sonya Cassus
We jump feet first!
Name: Sonya Cassus.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Affiliation/Race: United Nations Space Command
Rank: Orbital Drop Shock Trooper.
Appearance:
Weaponry: Battle Rifle, Assault Rifle, Magnum and grenades.
Biography: Who am I? Sonya Cassus, Orbital Drop Shock Trooper. What is in a name? Little more than is in a word; it gives no real feel of the meaning or essence, gives no real indication as to anything other what name those who take it masquerade under. I was born on the Human homeworld of Earth; one of few, it would seem, with more and more members of the United Nations Space Command having been born on Earth's colony worlds. My parents? Those bastards are barely worth a mention. My mother was some whore who sold her body to the less moral men, and my father? He never intended to have me.
I am an accident; I was never intended to be here. Detrimental to my mother's work, I was left on the streets by that fickle whore, no more than a baby, left to die. How many of you have had that? The indignation of being born into a world where you weren't even wanted? I highly doubt that's happened to many of you. Onwards with my tale. I was taken in by an old, toothless woman, her children long since left home for places afar. She cared for me, loved me as if I were her own. Yet she never allowed me to dream that she was my mother. She told me the truth about my parentage from day one. I thank her for being truthful, but sometimes... dreams are kinder than the truth.
She had a grandson, did this old woman, one young boy left. The boys parents, the father her child, had been killed some few years previous, and this boy, Jonas, was like a brother to me. The times we had whilst playing outside, the times we shared alone on the sunlit veranda... such happy times. I suppose this was the only real enjoyment of my life. As we grew up together, reached an older age, began to socialise more than play. Our first kiss... I remember it so well. The light warmed my hair as his lips touched mine, as we both moved into a new world. We were seventeen years old by the time we left the woman. We went to join the United Nations Space Command.
Together we joined the Orbital Drop Shock Troopers as the Covenant war began to break out all across the Galaxy, donning the heavy black armour of the Troopers and training together in camps all across the Galaxy. I still remember our first battle together; there was no fear. Just an empty numbness, as we strapped ourselves into our Human Entry Vehicles, kissed each other good luck and jettisoned down onto the world below. After that first battle, we felt almost seasoned; there was no fear, there was no worry; we were ODST's, and this is what we did.
I was happy in my new line of work; happier than I am now. It was above the world of Earth, on our first visit home, that Jonas proposed to me. What kind of answer was there? There was nothing but a yes. We were wed back home, before the foster mother of mine and the grandmother of his, united in our love. That was the happiest moment of my life. We travelled the Galaxy together, married at the tender age of twenty years old. Too early? Definitely not. There is no timer for love. Yet was that happy world to survive? Of course not. Nothing ever does.
It was upon Installation 05, aiding John-117, the SPARTAN crucial to the victory in the war that the dream shattered. As we battled across the ruins, killing Grunts, Jackals and Elites with short, sharp shots, he turned and smiled to me. "This is the life." He said, his white teeth showing through his helmet visor. And then it shattered. One short bullet wound later and he was dead in my arms; I barely knew what had happened. The war followed like a blur; nothing mattered any more. I continued as an ODST to forget the pain and because it was what he would have wanted. The victory we had in the war was meaningless. Despite our striving, I never even managed to bear him one, single child. Now? I live my life for the UNSC and the ODST's, to take away the pain. We jump feet first.