La réponse de Rae n'était pas vraiment la plus heureuse nouvelle, mais cela a facilité ses nerfs un peu en sachant que Shasoon montrait des signes de guérison... Mais ça n'aurait pas d'importance si l'antidote ne fonctionnait pas, et il y aurait une autre victime sur le Monroe... Mais il avait la foi. Il l'a toujours fait. Ses poings étaient serrés alors qu'il continuait son chemin à travers le navire, un feu profond brûlant à l'intérieur de lui, sa main gauche commençant à se serrer légèrement. Il ne voulait plus rien faire avec les rats, il voulait juste dormir, faire sauter l'homme qu'ils avaient captif immédiatement hors du sas, et obtenir un nouvel objectif qui n'avait rien à voir avec le poison. Mais la voix du Docteur lui a rempli l'oreille.
Il a un peu ennuyé Raymond sur la façon dont Rae le connaissait, et son possible processus de pensée, mais en même temps il a apprécié son amitié. Depuis que le Docteur s'est porté volontaire pour rejoindre l'équipage, ils ont formé un lien assez rapidement. Bien qu'elle ait eu un peu de difficulté à comprendre les émotions humaines, elle semblait voir que Raymond n'était pas le tueur psychotique tout le monde l'accusait d'être. En retour, elle lui a parlé un peu de son passé. Après avoir survécu à tant de missions suicidaires, vu tant de morts, et d'incroyables planètes et traversé toutes les situations auxquelles on peut penser pendant trois ans, leur amitié est forte. Elle avait la voix de la raison, elle n'a pas vraiment laissé les émotions prendre le contrôle de choses comme Raymond.. Cela lui rappelait sa mère d'une certaine façon.
Le poing de Raymond s'assombrit, cependant, la secousse dans sa main continue d'être forte. Il n'a pas répondu aux commentaires de Rae au début, mais quand il l'a fait, tout ce qu'il a dit était "Copier ça... et merci, Rae." Peut-être qu'il ne méritait pas vraiment d'être mâché par Addy et Elyse, mais s'il avait le pouvoir de faire sauter un vaisseau de guerre géant, il n'était pas sans défense et innocent. Une porte métallique s'ouvre à l'endroit où se tenaient Elyse et Addy, croise armée et fixe la porte du sas, et à travers la petite fenêtre, un visage masqué le fixe tout droit.
"Il n'a pas eu trop d'ennuis?" Raymond a demandé à Elyse qui était ici le premier, faisant son chemin vers la porte du sas. "Addy, Elyse, Tango, surveille notre 44." Il a dit d'un ton plus bas. L'ordre 44 était une procédure amusante du comité, spécialement conçue pour les navires d'aventure interstellaires, qui, si un ennemi violait le sas, verrouillaient toutes les portes de la section, et ouvriraient la porte du sas extérieur, aspirant tout et tout le monde dans l'espace. C'était une pensée terrifiante, mais c'était une équipe de suicide. Mieux vaut qu'ils se sacrifient pour le plus grand bien du Comité Galactique, non?
Le visage de Raymond était à quelques centimètres du verre pour mieux voir leur intrus. Des membres robotiques, une épée très méchante, et quelques belles armes sur lui. Il pourrait facilement abattre cette porte et tuer chacun d'entre eux... Mais ils étaient à un avantage. Il n'avait aucune idée du nombre de compagnons d'équipage sur ce navire, de la façon de détruire ce navire, de la puissance de feu qu'ils avaient de leur propre, et il ne savait pas si le capitaine était un fou complet qui n'aurait rien à foutre de tuer tout le monde à bord.
Il y avait beaucoup de choses qu'il pouvait dire à l'homme. Beaucoup de choses très colorées, mais il a décidé de s'y opposer. "Bonne épée." Raymond a dit, un petit soupçon de sourire sur son visage, et un clin d'œil vers l'arme. "Je l'ai vu couper à travers mon vaisseau comme du beurre, et j'apprécie que vous ne l'ayez pas utilisé encore plus. Écoutez, nous avons tous eu quelques jours très stressants, et j'espère que vous comprenez que lorsque les gens sont lancés à partir de navires ennemis, nous ne les saluons pas vraiment à bras ouverts. Que diriez-vous d'apporter cela au brick, nous posons quelques questions, et personne n'a besoin d'être blessé." Ray a dit d'une voix un peu calme, mais il était évident qu'il n'était pas trop heureux, mais aussi très sincère. Il n'avait pas l'intention d'essayer de le combattre. Il n'avait pas tout son équipement, et il n'était pas en forme pour se battre.
"Elyse, vous avez une arme électromagnétique à portée de main? s'il fait quelque chose de stupide surcharger ses jambes. Addy, gardez ces commandes de sas avec vous." Raymond n'a pas brisé le contact visuel avec l'homme masqué alors qu'il a appuyé sur le bouton, ouvrant les portes du sas intérieur... Il devait avoir une certaine foi non seulement en ses coéquipiers, mais aussi en cet étranger.
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