Pilot Name: Cas Casanova Current Rank: Guardian Date of Birth: 9.11.790 A.S.
Birthplace:Liberty, Colorado system (exact location unknown and is subject to investigation) Family Relations: Foster parents (mother Lydia Medes, father Archimedes Medes) Deceased, spouses none, next of kin none, children none. Vessels Under Command: WV-Prometheus
Biography
So, I was born at the age of 3. Doesn't sound right does it? Well, tragedies have a way of writing strange stories and so my story begins. With a tragedy.
So far, what I've been able to figure out, about my unfortunate yet still lucky arrival on planet Manhattan, is that the transport which I flew in on and crashed on a cornfield on planet Manhattan, originated from planet Manhattan itself. It picked up survivors on fort Bush that originated from a station that was heavily damaged and was evacuated just moments before it's fuel deposits ignited and exploded, tearing the station from the inside out. The station is believed to be somewhere in the Colorado system. That is also where my search will continue, when I have time. I am still wondering about my origin. My parents. They must have really loved me to sacrifice themselves for me.
So yes. That's my birth story. In a blaze of glory. In a great ball of fire. In an ejection pod on the middle of a cornfield. That depends how poetic you are.
I was adopted by my foster parents shortly thereafter, with my father Dubbing me Casanova. My father told me my name is somewhat important as it will determine my way of life. I had no idea what the hell he was saying, since I was only seven at the time and I was thinking about what toys I'm gonna get for christmas before it was even august. But now I understand since the ladies around me start to go stir crazy and begin doing strange things. Usually it's jealousy, sometimes it's love, a lot of times I don't care. I've grown used to it by now.
After my father died, I changed my name from Casanova to Cas and put my name into my last name and so, I've kept the tradition of the ancient strength of names alive. As far as I now, my name was meaningful to people in the ancient Sol and everyone knew who Casanova was. Now nobody knows and that's actually the way I like it, since it would attract too much attention.
So yeh. I've started out on a station in New York, started piloting a transport in Rheinland and ended up flying escort for transports in the Sigma systems. Hawaii was nice. I miss them easy patrol days sometimes, but what I'm doing now... wouldn't change it for the world. Making a difference in, as I like to call them: the crazy Omicrons, takes some time getting used to. But once you're here. You never want to go back. There would be simply too much you'd be missing.
After our glorious Guildmaster saw, I can handle command structure and I don't boil out from a fight even when the odds are against me, he gave me a challenge. He put it quite simply: "Cas, if you build your own ship, you can command it and fly under our banner. With our expertise and your daring and tenacity, all will fear the Core and respect us as well."
I figured that's the next step for me and just so, by pure chance and maybe even some luck, I met an old friend on the Hawaii, who told me the Spa and Cruise are looking for transports, for some lucrative runs, that go through all of their installations. Following that run and a borrowed Train from Kishiro (which I now own), I made a hefty profit and so the Prometheus was born.
You will never see me back out of a fight. I don't think about death when I'm in battle. I think about destroying my opponent, or die trying.
The Core is now my home and those who threaten it, will meet my wrath and anger. I will not show you mercy and expect none in return as well. If you meet me on the battlefield rejoice, for you will indeed get the fight you've been looking for.
Gloria Aeterna.
