The amount of people screaming about how stupid they were were continuing, and Raymond simply listened to it, and gave a grin to Terry and Rae. Right now Addy and Tango was getting the ship positioned for the safest and shortest way into the enemy ship. The three of them inside the airlock right now were some of the oldest survivors of the Monroe from the beginning. Although they would give Ray an earful on how stupid this might be, they would follow him to hell if he asked them to. Not that any other crew members wouldn't, but it was obvious that some had more confidence in Raymond Chase's stupid ideas.

"'You of little faith, why are you so afraid?'" Raymond recited back to everyone on the ship. "I know the dangers of this space walk, believe me. But the suits will do more than hold, and we won't let the bastards get close enough to bite us. Tango, how much time do we have?" He looked down on his touch screen on his wrist. "A little over six minutes, Captain." The robotic voice replied. Raymond looked up, gave Rae and Terry a nod. "Open up the hatch."

"Roger."

The three of them held on to the railing, their magnetic boots kicking on, and then the giant [i]WHOOSH![/i] happened. There was officially no sound except the sound of their own breathing. "Comm check." Raymond said, making sure their helmets' communication system worked. Looking back at the touch screen he activated the small rocket thrusters on the back on his own suit. "I'll take lead." Raymond said, the sound of just only his voice always left him feeling a bit weird. In the void of space everything was pitch black except for the specs of light, the large lights coming off the Monroe, and the enemy ships. The three started to float quickly towards the enemy ships, them being too small to notice.

"Last known location was in the farthest back, farthest left vessel. We go in, find him, and get the hell back to the Monroe befo--"

Of course they didn't hear anything, but the giant flash of orange and white stopped Raymond from talking. The main ship went up in a giant fire ball, debris crashing into their own ships, even going towards the Monroe. Luckily the Monroe was bigger, so it wouldn't leave too much damage... But they had some troubles of their own. Raymond grabbed on to both Terry and Rae's suits, his jets boosting himself backwards as they just missed a large piece of metal from hitting them. 

"What in the hell...?" Raymond muttered, his eyes scanning the area until he saw something that surprised him. A humanoid body was drifting into space. That definitely wasn't a mole rat creature... and, it also wasn't dead! He watched as the figure landed towards the back of his ship, staying on by the sword he just pulled out. Shit.

"Monroe be advised: An unidentified object has latched itself onto the back of the ship. Looks humanoid. Someone needs to check it out before we warp out of here." Raymond broadcasted into the ship once more. The three of them avoided the debris as they made it closer and closer to the ship where Shasoon was... Raymond scanned the debris, the HUD on his helmet showing any form of living object near them. Raymond's helmet gave him an alert, and then he pointed. "There." 

The Marauder crew mate was floating next to a large piece of metal, no signs of movement. The poison has been in his body for far too long. They had to help him, and fast. "Doctor, get to work. Terry, you and I are gonna have to move any debris that comes at them, and keep our eyes open for scouting parties. Rae, tell us when he's good to move."

Rae was now in charge at the moment. Anything she needed them to do was for the better of the mission, and Raymond knew very little about medicine. Raymond gently kicked aside a part of the ship that had just recently blown up, then back at the Monroe, praying to get back there on time.