Bien qu'il y ait eu un sentiment de tension et de chaos, les Maraudeurs étaient comme une machine à commande élevée. Tout le monde avait son rôle à jouer, tout le monde était important pour cet équipage, sans un, le reste d'entre eux tomberait... Quand son costume était complètement éteint, il se dirigeait vers une console dans le pont principal qui montrait le statut du Monroe. Sa tête s'est heurtée au petit spectacle dans les champs de débris, et la scène qu'il a vue était encore fraîche dans son esprit. Ça fait un moment qu'il n'a pas vu sa mère dans sa tête comme ça. C'était un sentiment étrange, et même un étranger quand il est venu et Rae le regardait avec inquiétude. Elle a toujours eu un calme pour elle, surtout pendant les blessures... Mais Raymond n'a encore jamais été inconscient, flottant sans but dans l'espace auparavant. Il était reconnaissant qu'elle soit là.
Addy a diverti une équipe très stressée avec sa réponse au sit rep de Raymond, qui a fait un sourire faible étendu sur les lèvres de Ray. "Glad de voir votre rêve de devenir un animateur de talk-show radio n'est pas mort, Addy. Et merci Tango d'avoir censuré son langage coloré." Raymond a répondu en examinant l'écran. Meghan faisait un bon travail pour protéger le navire des ennemis. L'explosion a causé des dommages mineurs au navire, et d'après son apparence, Elyse a trouvé l'homme mystère et l'a tenu dans un sas.
Addy était en route pour aider Elyse. "Monroe être averti que nous avons une cible inconnue à bord du navire. La baie des médecins est l'endroit le plus sûr, donc si quelque chose allait mal, enfermez-vous là-dedans." Raymond a joué le message au système de communication personnel de tout le monde pour que l'homme mystère ne puisse pas entendre. Tu ne pourrais jamais être trop prudent.
"Une minute et vingt secondes avant la distorsion, capitaine." Tango a dit calmement. Raymond a quitté la console et a regardé par la grande fenêtre en verre et dans le cosmos. Debris était partout, et d'après ce qu'il s'est souvenu du navire, c'était leur plus grand qu'ils aient vu. C'était le vaisseau de leur commandant?
"Capitaine, l'ennemi semblait avoir cessé le feu." Tango a dit. Raymond a levé un sourcil. "Ils n'ont pas cessé de nous tirer dessus depuis qu'ils nous ont traqués..." Raymond murmura, regardant la scène avant eux. Meghan tient ton feu, mais ne baisse pas ta garde. Quelque chose ne va pas..."
"Message entrant."
"Message entrant? De qui?" Raymond a marché jusqu'à la forme physique de Tango devant les commandes du navire. Le message a commencé à jouer, et ce n'était rien d'autre que des grincements et des pièges, ce qui a fait pencher la tête de Raymond. "Je suppose que vous ne savez pas parler de rat de taupe nue?" Raymond a demandé au robot de façon décontractée. "Vous voulez dire Sekvali? Ils disent que vous avez tué leur commandant et qu'ils ne retiennent pas les attaques. Ils disent qu'ils nous laisseront seuls si nous retournons dans l'homme responsable de l'explosion de son navire. » Raymond s'appuya sur la table et la chaise de Tango, tapant légèrement son doigt.
"Combien de temps avant qu'on puisse sortir d'ici?" Raymond demanda calmement, regardant en avant et en arrière entre les commandes et les navires ennemis. "Quarante-cinq secondes de plus... Euh, oh."
"Quoi? Qu'est-ce que c'est? Raymond a demandé.
"Les signatures de chauffage ramassent leurs canons principaux. Tous les cinq navires visant la coque!"
"Casse-toi. Meghan, prépare-toi! Tango déplace les champs de stabilisation vers la baie de médis et le sas quatre où se trouvent Addy et Elyse! » Raymond a tapé son oreille, grimpant sur le siège du capitaine. Il prenait maintenant le contrôle du Monroe. "Monroe, j'ai de bonnes et de mauvaises nouvelles. La bonne nouvelle, c'est que leur commandant a explosé sur ce vaisseau plus tôt. La mauvaise nouvelle, c'est que les vaisseaux ennemis restants nous donnent tout ce que nous avons. Je vais nous garder en sécurité, mais ça va être un tour cahoteux. Les stabilisateurs empêcheront les médecins de se déplacer." Raymond a dit à travers l'interphone du navire.
"Le feu qui vient!" Tango a crié. Raymond a appuyé sur les boutons, et à l'instant les moteurs de Monroe sont entrés en pleine puissance, se déplaçant brusquement vers la droite, à peine manquant missiles des navires ennemis. "D'accord, tu veux danser? Laisse danser." Ray s'est brouillé, poussant l'accélérateur vers l'avant, activant les armes de défense. Avec ces talents de tir et ceux de Meghan, ils pourraient absolument survivre au pire qu'ils lancent sur le Monroe pendant trente secondes de plus.
Name: Raymond Chase
AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder
Age: 26
Race: Human
Appearance:  
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Leader, a jack of all trades but is usually the plan maker
Bio: Unlike a lot of humans out there now a days, I was born on Earth. A modest, humble place in the heart of the United States named Colorado. I never met my dad, but mom assured me and my sister that he was the greatest man she ever met. We came from the long line of explorers. Our family line went all the way back to Leif Erikson, and our great great great great great grandfather was on board the first space shuttle out of our solar system... But that was on my father's side, and he left a long time ago. My mom became broken. A drunk, a drug user... so it left me to take care of my mom and little sister... And then He showed up. My father's apparent best friend started to get friendlier and friendlier with my mom, and soon enough he became my stepdad. He was a disgrace of a man. He did nothing but smoke and yell at my mom, and when he wasn't doing that he was beating me for standing up for her.
But my mother never left. Maybe if she knew the fate of my dad she would have done something... but her sadness weighed her down, left her the broken pieces of the woman she once was... I started to rebel against him. I would steal from his wallet, make my "attacks" on him look like accidents, I would often get in fights with people and give them my step dad's name as mine to see if they would come to our house and start beating the shit out of him. It never worked.
One night I came home after school to find... m-my mother in a bloody mess on the ground, my sister crying with a bloody nose, and the stench of liquor filling my nose as I saw my step dad over them. I fought back. My mom said I was so much like my father. Strong, brave, willing to step up and do the right thing... But as I fought my step dad, I wondered how great my dad was if he left us alone with this guy in our lives.
That was the start of my criminal record. After that my step father never pressed charges on me, my mom said it was all an accident, but he sent me to a military school... At the Galactic Committee. Turns out I come from a long line of important soldiers in the Chase family, so they were eager to take me in. I never considered myself a soldier, but the more I got compared to my father, the more I got angry with him. he sounded perfect, too good to be true, and yet my mother was a raging alcoholic, my sister was afraid to leave the house, and I was thousands of lightyears away to do anything to protect him. So to me, Todd Chase wasn't that special.
I was one of the top in my class when I eventually graduated, and had my own squadron and ship. We were a peace keeping unit that dealt with new interactions with alien colonies, or any hate crime distributions. One of the Committee's enemies planned a terrorist attack on a new allied colony accepting to join the Committee. My whole squadron died, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and I was put on medical leave, to go back home and see my mom and sister again.
I came home to find out the worst news you could ever get. Jamie Chase, My mother, apparently "fell down the stairs" two years ago. One year later my step father wasted the family inheritance, and he was so unstable to protect my sister they took her away. She blamed me for not staying, and she refused to tell me where she was... My step father ruined my life.
I wanted to fight him, to kill the man who murdered my mother and took away my baby sister... But I didn't. My left arm was too badly hurt, My heart felt hollow, and so I left without another word to the man... The next morning the Committee police were at my door, and I was charged the the murder of my step dad, and my next door neighbors. I was court marshaled, found guilty of my crimes, and sent to a maximum security prison known as The Rock.
I was 22 at this time. I was broken myself. I hated my step father. I hated that I was in this prison for a crime that I didn't do but wish I did. I was mad at the Committee for finding the wrong guy, for throwing me here after my years of service to them... But most importantly, I was mad at my dad. Wherever he was, I hoped he was miserable with the fact that he left his perfect family behind, and I hoped he found out that his wife was dead, his daughter was traumatized, and his son was in jail. I hoped that crushed him more than it crushed me.
Then the Committee came to my cell. They offered my another chance to make myself something other than a husk in a cell. They offered me a ship, a chance to lead. To be a Stellar Explorer. I knew it was a suicide mission, that I would most likely die within days by some terrorist party out there, or getting swallowed up in some giant plant on some planet... But a part of me held an idiotic concept (or so I thought). I had hope that I would be able to clear my name. Or to find my father. Or to see my sister again... I accepted, and I was the proud owner of my new Assault-Class Exploration ship, "The Monroe."
I was assigned a team, my natural leadership skills and my time in the military made them trust me, but.. My time in the COMMITTEE military left me in some tension with some of the crew. That soon faded when he survived our first assignment... Fighting a fleet of invisible ant-men type aliens on a remote planet surrounded by quick sand. Our reputation grew mission after mission. Whether it be planet data collection, or recon strikes. We became the best exploration team in the galaxy, and got the title: The Marauders.
It's not been an easy ride. I've made close friends, and I've lost many of them. There are some old seasoned veterans on the team, and new guys. I would do anything to keep them safe, and I continue my search for my father, and have been pestering the Committee to let me see my sister again... I've never told anyone about my past. All they know is that I was put away for killing my step dad and neighbors... And yet they trust me. I will protect my ship, and my crew with my life... But there are only a very select few that know about my past and my alternate goals, though. Maybe my past will come back to haunt me... But for now, I'll go along with this ride... I'm with great people, and although we are technically on a suicide mission, I've had some fun. What can I say? A group of crazies and criminals do know how to have a good time.
Personality: Contrary to many criminal stereotypes, Ray is Noble, Brave, and headstrong. He can be a smartass, especially to the Committee. He hides his past with jokes and sarcasm, and he takes his role as the leader very seriously. Extremely loyal to all his crew mates, and has a very strong sense of protection and need to help when it comes to women-- especially children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew his solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.
Weapon(s) : An elemental revolver that has been in the Chase family for generations (even before space travel) that has been modified, and an electric whip that is activated within a glove, said to be used by my father.
Family/Relationship?: Has a strong relationship with the Crew's Doctor, Luirae Driani, AKA Rae. She's the only one who knows about his past. His sister has refused to talk to him since he was arrested, and no one knows whether his real father is alive or dead.
Other: Has a scar on his upper lip from his step father, and due to his military days whenever he stands still for too long his left hand starts to twitch