Raymond venait de mettre son costume, en pensant à quel point son plan était stupide. Bien sûr, ses plans stupides ont toujours fonctionné dans le passé, mais cela pourrait être l'exception chanceuse qui pourrait mettre fin à la série gagnante du Marauder. Était-il terrifié? Aller là-bas dans les vides de l'espace pour lutter contre les espèces les plus toxiques de la galaxie connue? Bien sûr qu'il l'était. Il était effrayé, en colère, nerveux, et tout entre les deux. Mais les plus grands guerriers ne se cachent pas de la peur, ou essaient de s'en débarrasser. Dans l'ancienne mythologie grecque pour la race humaine, Deimos (le dieu de la peur) et Phobos (Dieu de la panique) étaient les fils d'Arès et d'Aphrodite. La guerre et l'amour ont créé la peur et la panique parce que la peur de la mort vous maintient sur les orteils quand vous vous lancez dans une bataille. Panique de perdre tout ce que vous avez travaillé si dur pour vous garder motivé. Et l'amour que vous avez pour la protection de vos compagnons d'équipage est ce qui vous fait plonger dans la guerre encore et encore.
Le sas s'est ouvert pour révéler Rae entrer, lui donnant un regard qu'il a vu bien trop souvent. Alors qu'elle se mit à crier poliment sur Raymond, un sourire faible s'est glissé sur le visage. "Allez, Rae. On a vu pire que le poison le plus mortel de la galaxie... Bien que j'avais l'impression que vous vous joigniez à moi. Content de voir que le manque de sommeil n'a pas changé ta capacité à me dire à quel point je peux être stupide." Il a donné un sourire faible alors qu'il a mis son casque, et l'a verrouillé à la place.
Terry était le prochain à se joindre. Un autre vétéran des Maraudeurs. Il lui a donné un regard plutôt quizique, se demandant ce qu'il faisait ici. Ce n'était pas qu'il ne l'aimait pas. Il avait beaucoup de respect pour Terry, mais un quart de combat serré n'était pas sa combinaison forte. Il a utilisé son charme. Comme les trois d'entre eux se sont adaptés en silence, la voix ennuyée d'Addy est entrée par l'interphone. Raymond n'a pas pu s'empêcher de sourire. Stressed out Addy était l'un de ses types préférés d'Addy. "Copier ça, Navigator." Raymond lui a dit à travers l'appareil de communication dans son casque, puis a regardé Rae. Il savait qu'elle prendrait ça comme un défi. Elle n'aura personne à mourir sous sa garde.
"Si nous trois allons là-bas, nous devons nous assurer soit que nous ramenons nos culs ici en un seul morceau, soit que nous enlevions ces rats complètement pour que notre vaisseau puisse s'échapper." Raymond a dit occasionnellement, en vérifiant son équipement. Il a filé le cylindre sur son revolver, puis l'a mis en place. C'était un héritage de famille dans un sens, et il a sauvé sa vie de nombreuses fois. Il regarda ensuite le gant qu'il avait équipé. Sur la paume était un dispositif qui a généré un fil qui a produit un fort courant électrique qui a créé un fouet très puissant. Il a rarement utilisé cette arme pour de nombreuses raisons, mais cela lui a sauvé la vie quelques fois aussi... Le Comité a dit que c'était l'arme de son père. Malgré son père, il a juré qu'il ne l'utiliserait qu'au moment où il le devait.
"Je ne vous ai jamais ordonné de venir avec moi. Je sais que nous sommes tous une équipe, et nous avons des missions de suicide tout le temps... Mais si nous devenons mordus, nous aurons une expérience très longue et douloureuse. Nous devons revenir ici en vie et à temps pour cette distorsion." Il regardait les deux, il n'essayait pas de les effrayer, et pour être honnête, il ne s'y attendait pas. Il voulait juste clarifier le risque qu'ils prenaient tout pour un seul homme. Plaignant tout ce qu'ils veulent, Raymond savait que la seule personne responsable de la vie de l'équipage était lui-même. S'ils perdaient un membre, ils demanderaient à Ray comment cela se passerait, et de leur faire un rapport complet. Ils regardaient ses actions et le jugeaient pour cela. Il était malade et fatigué d'être jugé. Jugé par la loi pour avoir commis un crime qu'il n'a jamais commis. Jugé par le Comité pour n'être rien d'autre que le chef de la bague à un groupe de criminels... Jugé par sa sœur pour avoir dit qu'il l'avait quittée...
"Tango, relâche les portes du sas. Continuez cette minuterie, et la distorsion quand vous ne pouvez pas prendre un autre coup. Nous reviendrons bientôt." Il a dit d'une voix calme.
"Une fois de plus dans la mêlée. Dans le dernier bon combat que je ne saurai jamais. Vivre et mourir en ce jour... Vivre et mourir en ce jour." Avant de prendre une décision stupide dans sa vie, il aimait murmurer ce poème doucement pour lui-même. Ça lui a donné de l'assurance.
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