Le nombre de gens qui criaient à propos du fait qu'ils continuaient à être stupides, Raymond l'écouta tout simplement et donna un sourire à Terry et Rae. En ce moment, Addy et Tango ont placé le navire pour le plus sûr et le plus court chemin dans le vaisseau ennemi. Les trois d'entre eux à l'intérieur du sas en ce moment étaient quelques-uns des plus anciens survivants du Monroe depuis le début. Bien qu'ils donnent à Ray une oreille attentive sur combien cela pourrait être stupide, ils le suivraient en enfer s'il le leur demandait. Non pas que d'autres membres d'équipage ne le feraient pas, mais il était évident que certains avaient plus confiance dans les idées stupides de Raymond Chase.
"Tu as peu de foi, pourquoi as-tu si peur?" Raymond a récité à tout le monde sur le vaisseau. "Je connais les dangers de cet espace, croyez-moi. Mais les costumes feront plus que tenir, et nous ne laisserons pas les salauds s'approcher assez pour nous mordre. Tango, combien de temps avons-nous?" Il a regardé vers le bas sur son écran tactile sur son poignet. -- Un peu plus de six minutes, capitaine. La voix robotique a répondu. Raymond a levé les yeux, a fait signe à Rae et Terry. "Ouvrez l'écoutille."
"Roger."
Les trois s'accrochaient à la rampe, leurs bottes magnétiques s'élançaient, puis le géant WHOOSH! C'est arrivé. Il n'y avait officiellement aucun son sauf le son de leur propre respiration. "Vérification du com." Raymond a dit, s'assurer que le système de communication de leurs casques fonctionne. En regardant l'écran tactile, il a activé les petits propulseurs de fusée sur le dos sur son propre costume. "Je prends la tête." Raymond a dit que le son de seulement sa voix l'a toujours laissé un peu bizarre. Dans le vide de l'espace tout était noir, sauf pour les spécifications de la lumière, les grandes lumières qui sortaient du Monroe, et les navires ennemis. Les trois ont commencé à flotter rapidement vers les navires ennemis, ils étant trop petits à remarquer.
"Le dernier endroit connu était dans le plus lointain, le navire le plus éloigné à gauche. On entre, on le trouve, et on retourne au Monroe befo...
Bien sûr, ils n'ont rien entendu, mais le flash géant d'orange et de blanc a empêché Raymond de parler. Le navire principal est monté dans une boule de feu géante, des débris s'écrasent dans leurs propres navires, allant même vers le Monroe. Heureusement, le Monroe était plus gros, donc ça ne laisserait pas trop de dégâts... Mais ils ont eu des problèmes. Raymond s'est emparé des costumes de Terry et de Rae, ses jets s'accrochant à l'envers car ils ont juste manqué un gros morceau de métal de les frapper.
"Qu'est-ce que...?" Raymond murmurait, ses yeux balayaient la zone jusqu'à ce qu'il voie quelque chose qui l'a surpris. Un corps humanoïde dérive dans l'espace. Ce n'était certainement pas une créature de rat de taupe... et, elle n'était pas morte! Il a regardé la figure atterrir vers l'arrière de son navire, restant sur l'épée qu'il vient de sortir. Merde.
"Monroe être averti: Un objet non identifié s'est verrouillé sur l'arrière du navire. Ça a l'air humanoïde. Quelqu'un doit vérifier avant de se déformer." Raymond a retransmis au vaisseau. Les trois ont évité les débris alors qu'ils se rapprochaient du navire où Shasoon était... Raymond a scanné les débris, le HUD sur son casque montrant toute forme d'objet vivant près d'eux. Le casque de Raymond lui a donné une alerte, puis il a pointé. "Voilà."
Le second d'équipage de Marauder flottait à côté d'un gros morceau de métal, aucun signe de mouvement. Le poison est dans son corps depuis trop longtemps. Ils ont dû l'aider, et vite. "Docteur, au travail. Terry, toi et moi allons devoir déplacer tous les débris qui viennent sur eux, et garder nos yeux ouverts pour les fêtes de scoutisme. Rae, dis-nous quand il est bon de bouger."
Rae était maintenant responsable en ce moment. Tout ce qu'elle avait besoin d'eux, c'était pour le mieux de la mission, et Raymond savait très peu de choses sur la médecine. Raymond a gentiment mis de côté une partie du navire qui venait d'exploser, puis de revenir au Monroe, priant d'y retourner à l'heure.
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