Meet Sonja Destiny - Your Character

Here is another introductory free write of a character from my novel: Finly. This is Sonja Destiny. Her point of view is written as your point of view. Get over it. She is a very strong character, but she is going to discover that all she knew about the mecha knights is not entirely true. She is going to HATE the government for it and maybe her parents as well for lying to her. But they were bound by law. Take a look. As always no comments about spelling or grammatical errors as this is a free write. Any other questions or comments can be left below or email me: N8Charley@gmail.com

Enjoy!



YOU WAKE UP NOT SURE WHERE YOU ARE. Wherever you are it smells clean, like a hospital or dentist’s office. Immediately, your teeth start to hurt in phantom pains. You lift your chocolate-skinned arm across your face to cover your eyes from the lights. They were neon lights, bright, yellow, and piercing!

You sit up only to feel the nagging sting of an IV in your arm. Your adrenaline pumps — too fast! You lunge off of the operating table and forget how to use your feet and your legs. You flop onto the ground like some rag doll! You flail around, quickly yanking the IV out of your arm. Blood starts to leak from your chocolate skin. There’s a bracelet there. For a moment you realize that you didn’t even remember who you were…For a moment.

Sonja Destiny, your bracelet reads.

Tiny drops of blood reach the floor. They are so bright against the pure-white of the tiles. You get to your feet, moving as if you had never lost the ability to walk or stand. A chilly gust runs up your spine. Your hospital dressings left the back of your body bare, except for a tiny string tied together in a bow. You don’t care! Your only concern is getting out!

You push through the door to your room to the stark hallway. You were a little too forceful, forgetting your strength. You should probably be a little more careful. Be sneaky.

Your dark hair falls in braids, dreads, and free strands upon your shoulders. You catch a glimpse of your lion-gold eyes in a medicine cabinets glass doors. You slowly start to see your pretty face in your mind’s eye. You remember it!

You are Sonja Destiny, a mecha knight!

What is a mecha knight without her watchcomm? They would be holding it somewhere for her. No unauthorized personnel could handle a knight’s watchcomm. They were property of the government. The hospital staff would have to hold it safely — unless other knights already came to retrieve your belongings.

You stop at the end of the hall, debating where direction to go. Why were you knocked out anyway? You can hear footsteps down one corridor, so you decide to duck down into the opposite hall, slipping behind a cart full of towels and dirty lunch trays and jello containers. You can taste the foul lime jello as if they had been spoon feeding you for days. Were you completely out? And for days?

“There she is!” Your adrenaline kicks in again. A nurse softly grabs your arm, “It’s okay miss…” You don’t let him finish. You plant your left foot and bring your right knee into his stomach. He whines from the impact, clench his gut — but at least he let go of you. Still planted on your left leg, your right foot never touched the ground. You stabbed your foot into the next nurse’s chest. He flew back, unprepared for your assault.

You felt bad for a moment because you knew that the nurses were only trying to help you. Your hand-to-hand training was all coming back in floods of memories. You were not interested in being returned to a hospital bed. A streak of blood crusted on your arm.

They weren’t sending nurses anymore. You heard footsteps and it was a band of security guards. “Miss Destiny, please calm down, we are only here to help you.” They had guns pointed at you. If they were only here to help, why did they have guns pointed at you?

“Put the guns away,” you asked nicely.

Two guards tried to rush you. You were able to use the first as leverage to swing around like a dancer on a pole and kick the second square in the jaw. No shots were fired. They wouldn’t dare shoot in a hospital! A third, a fourth, and a fifth all came out of nowhere. “Shock her!” You heard — and before you knew it, there were volts of electricity coursing through your back rendering you paralyzed.

It had been a stressful ordeal. You blamed your actions on being disoriented. Your captain was proud of your footwork, even though he mentioned that you dislocated a security guard’s jaw. They kept you in the hospital for a few days to make sure your thoughts came clear and your burn marks from the taser didn’t become infected. Then they released you back to borderpatrol.

The cafeteria was as it always was: Chaotic and loud. It didn’t matter if it was full of school children or grown men. They all sounded the same. You carried your try through the space, pacing full table after full table. Just like high school, each clique pronounced certain tables theirs. You were quickly scanning for the table without any men at it — or the one with the computer nerds. They’d let her sit with them.

As you weaved between tables you could see the eyes following you. By now most of the knights had heard about your hospital debacle. Most of the guys made fun of you already, simply because you are a woman. Now, they had something else to add to their banter.

“I heard she punched a nurse in the face!” You can hear the whispers as you pass by.

There weren’t very many women in the borderpatrol. That had been most of its appeal for you. Besides, your father was a knight, just like you are. Your mother had been walking along the wall staring out at the Wilds to clear her head. She loved walking the wall. Everyone thought she was crazy for it. She used to tell you stories about the times she watched Surfacings happen and the brave mecha knights that fought them.

Then one day a wyrmwraith slammed its massive body against the wall, causing it to shake just enough. Your mother fell, seemingly to her death! Until she found herself caught in a mecha suit hand. Your father had saved her. It had taken many dates and almost years for your father to win your mother’s heart. She was a free spirit.

“She’s never going to make it if she can’t even blood sync.” More whispers. More bile falling out of the other knights’ mouths! The part that pissed you off the most was that it was true.

A few days ago you were preparing for your first blood sync. “Here, take this sugar cube.” Max handed you a white cube and you popped it into your mouth. “It will help with the sync. You don’t want to pass out.”

That was your biggest fear. Max and you were already suited up, ready to climb into the helmet of your respective mecha suits and blood sync for the first time. Max is one of the very few knights that don’t treat you differently because you’re a girl. In fact, Max had been preparing you for days. He knew all the little tricks of the trade. If you had four older brothers that were knights before you, you’d know a few things too.

The first blood sync was the most nerve-wracking time for any mecha knight. This was it, this was the final test. After months of training, physical conditioning, fighting, and classroom time, if you could not pass the blood sync, you couldn’t become a knight. What good was a knight if they couldn’t pilot a mecha suit?

“You look good in your suit,” Max said matter-of-factly. Perhaps he has a crush on you. You thought the suit looked ridiculous. It was a one-piece suit with long sleeves and pants. It zippered from the waist up to the neck. It was tight around her boobs since it wasn’t made to accommodate breasts. Also, it had a sewn in pouch for extra support of “man-parts” that you don’t have.

“Thank you,” you respond. You wanted to add that you thought it looked silly on you, but you left it go. Maybe Max knew it looked stupid and he was just trying to comfort you.

You followed the procession of green-knights through the long wide corridor towards the garage. Everyone was whispering about which suit they were going to acquire. You never really thought about it because you knew that you’d get the worse one, regardless — just because you didn’t come pre-equipped with a cock and balls.

The electronic door motored open and you felt the silent gasp of each knight as they lay eyes upon the suits for the first time. You felt yourself becoming excited as well! They were all lined up. Tiny ladders led up to a series of catwalks above that gave access to each suit’s command. Each one was similar, but different in so many ways — most of those ways hidden.

Each mecha suit was humanoid in shape. Their heads and helmets were shaped differently to follow the motif of each individual suit. Each of the held different color schemes as well. The Angel, the Hydra, the Chinese Dragon, they were all there! You and your classmates had been learning about these suits for weeks. The Golden Thor was the suit everyone wanted. It would go to whichever knight had scored the highest average across all categories. The Golden Thor was an upgraded replica of the Thor. You saw its compliment: The Ragnorock, stationed next to it.

Each of the suits had been divvied out to the knights. Max didn’t get the Golden Thor like you had expected. He piloted the Angel. You followed the commander back through the garden of mecha suits closer to the doors that led outside. A group of five knights were given another squad’s commander or seasoned knight to watch over them for the blood sync. You were given your own commander. You were the only charge that he followed. Do they think I am going to faint? That my body is too fragile!? You had thought. What if it is? You had thought that too.

You had felt your hands clamming up — they never got clammy. “It’s just around here.” Your commander said. His voice was so deep. You peered around the mecha suits before you, around a teal and pearl-colored leg. You recognized the suit as the Triton. You ignored it though. Your suit was behind it!

“Ah, here — the Mermaid.” Your commander pointed. You nearly rolled your eyes at the same. How girly! But once you laid eyes upon it you saw its power. It was a C-grade suit. At least it wasn’t D-grade. You thought for sure you were going to get a D-grade. You knew already in your head that you were going to soup this suit up until it was an A-grade. You were already rooting through your father’s parts that he kept in the basement of the house you grew up in.

Now was the moment of truth! You climbed the ladder. Your hands were still clammy, maybe even more so. The ladder was taking forever to climb and you knew better than to look down. The mecha suits were taller than a house, maybe fifty feet. You pulled yourself onto the catwalk. You almost couldn’t wait to climb into the mecha’s command! You had become too excited!

“Now you know what to do, Sonja. Plug the blood-let into your watchcomm and stay calm. Let the mecha suit come into your power. Don’t force it.” Of course you knew all this. Your commander’s voice coming through your watchcomm was annoying.

You popped another sugar cube, because why not? It could only help. You twisted the pressure lock open and the door slowly rose. You walked into the command of the Mermaid. As you entered the computers and screens seemed to turn on. “Welcome, Sonja Destiny.” The soft feminine voice said. How nice, they even thought to give me a girl voice, you had thought. But maybe they gave a girl voice to all the suits.

There were footprints painted onto the floor in the center of the circular room. You could see the mecha garden before you through your mecha’s eyes. Everything was shrouded in a sea-green hue from the sea-green tinted windows of the Mermaid’s eyes. You stood on the footprints and allowed the mechanics of the machine strap you in. There was a strap around the waist, around each wrist, and around each ankle.

“Your helmet,” the Mermaid said as a helmet lowered automatically from a compartment overhead. You grabbed it, the straps around your wrists giving you free range. You knew that the straps were attached to mechanics in the suit that would allow the suit to mimic your every motion. You put the helmet on and strapped it under your chin.

“Ready for blood sync,” you spoke over your watchcomm to the commander.

You could see the jack cable dangling from a suspended keyboard to your right. The keyboard was for manual override and to engage with weapons or to initiate any other sorts of modes. You had reached over and grabbed the jack with your left hand and went to plug in. You took a deep breath first. This was it.

You plugged the jack in and almost immediately a stream of blood began to flow through the jack cable into the mecha suit. Slowly the rest of the suit began to come to life! Everything so far had been powered by backup batteries. Then — you started to feel weak and unable to keep your eyes open. “Commander…” You whispered before your mecha suit began to topple over with you!

“Hey princess, when’s your next sync?” Kyle pulled you out of your reverie. You were back in the cafeteria with a bunch of screaming kids — men, grown men.

“What?” You asked. You hadn’t completely heard him.

“What’s wrong Destiny, you lose more than your mind the other day?”

“I sync in four days. What’s it to you?”

“So you did hear me.”

“It’s hard for me to understand neanderthal,” you spit!

“What did you say, girl!?”

“I think she said she doesn’t understand your ape-talk. So perhaps if you could speak to her like the knight she…”

Max had shown up. He was running late from target practice. You hated when he defended you, “Max, I got this!”

“Oh look! Your super knight is here to save the day. What are you going to do when you face your first Surfacing? Maxy-poo won’t always be there to save you!”

Before you even think about it you had your body twisted, your leg lifted into the hair, your foot targeting Kyle’s face. It was a stretch that only a woman could reach with her leg, unless the guy stretched every day. There was a blur. Your momentum was stopped by a thick muscled hand around your ankle attached to an equally as muscled arm. Luckily, you caught your balance. Your leg being held by one of the commanders. Your tray of food still in one piece.

“Take it outside, knights!” The commander hissed.

“Fine!” You hiss back. You weren’t thinking, “Kyle, I challenge you to a match of Three Cuts!”

To be continued...