"What more can you say about the kid? He's good. Maybe too good."

"I keep hearing that, but what makes him so great?"

"Shit, where do you want me to begin?"

"The beginning."

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His legs were dragged across the cold metallic floor. An eerie silence filled the long corridor, but the rooms inside were far from silent. Through the hazy blue shields that worked as cell doors, you could see brutal beatings and tortures taking place within the walls. They managed to soundproof each cell, the only time you would hear the screaming is when another guard would come in to tag the other out. He was numb to the sight, he had been here for months, and he had his time in one of those cells before.

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"His dad was the famous Elliot Chase. Yeah, the man who explored five different systems, and stopped a nuclear war on Epsilon... He went MIA during a mission when Raymond was just a kid. Left a whole bunch of issues."

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He was thrown in a cell, where he immediately went into a defensive position on the ground. He couldn't protect himself from the heavy boots of the guards. "Told you not to fuckin' interfere, Chase. You aren't a hero here!"

"What can I say? Old habits die hard--"An guard's boot went straight into his stomach, knocking the wind out of him. He had been through pain like this before. His step dad did worse to his mom, he thought. He had to be strong for her.

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"He joined the Human Alliance Navy at 17, and was soon transferred to the Galactic Fleet due to his skill. He was the best damn soldier I have ever seen. He Aced every test, and obstacle we threw at him. His charisma made him a natural leader. He wasn't even 25 yet and he was climbing through the ranks as if it was nothing... His dad would have been proud."

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There was a pause in the attacks. He pretended to be shaking from the pain, he heard chuckles coming from the two guards, and as soon as one lifted his leg, it was his time to strike. What else could they do to him? He had lost everything.

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"With his heritage, and reputation here in the Committee, his team mates would call him Atlas. Carrying the weight of the galaxy on his shoulders."

"Tell me about Neera 4, and what happened there."

"Neera... The day that changed everything."

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He spat out blood as he ducked another fist, grabbing the hand of one of the guards who tried to stab him with a taser, and twisting it, forcing him to the blue shield. He pressed the guard's face on it, his screams echoing in the room, but no one would hear him outside. There would be no backup for these two.

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"We received intel that terrorists from the Vamar Clan were planning an attack on a new human colony. We sent them just in case... An ambush resulted in the whole squad dying to their last breath, except for him. The colony was safe, and they found him under a pile of rubble the next morning. Barely breathing."

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The world was spinning, and he did his best to stand. The back of his head stung with intensity, but he managed to kick the second guard square in the chest. The first one hit him again in the stomach, knocking the wind out of him, but he swung back in retaliation. He was angry, and tired, and out of hope.

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"He deserved some time to go back home, to be with his family and recover... What we didn't know was that his family sold Elliot Chase's farm, moved to a neighborhood. Jamie Chase, his mother, died from falling down the stairs in a rumored domestic dispute, and his sister was traumatized. As if this fuckin' kid wasn't broken enough. A few days later Gabriel Jones and the next door neighbors were found dead. He was arrested, and tried for murder."

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One was unconscious, the other was crawling away, and he stood with blood dripping from his mouth. He didn't want this. He truly didn't, and his left hand shook uncontrollably. He wished he had his crew back. He wished he wasn't betrayed by the Committee. He wished that he still had his sister, and mom to go to... He wished his dad didn't leave so long ago. His thoughts were immediately diminished as the butt of a rifle hit the back of his head, knocking him out instantly.

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"He was sent to the Rock because of his skills, and condition of the murdered bodies... I don't know if he did it. Honestly, I met him before Neera. He was witty, calm under pressure, professional all at once. Just like his dad. It's hard to believe he'd kill in cold blood. It's over now, though. He's rotting away in that God forsaken prison, when he should have been a hero, or at least been treated for PTSD in some hospital."

"Do you think Raymond Chase deserves another chance?"

"Yes. I do."

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It was the first time he saw light in a while, and he had to shield his eyes from the sudden exposure. A Satisi woman walked in, heels clicking, and guards following right after her. She wore a Committee Fleet uniform, and she stared at him with curiosity. "Raymond Chase?" She asked, tilting her head a bit. It wasn't a tone of confusion she had in her voice. She wanted to make sure he was able to speak after isolation, and head trauma.

He nodded, looking up at her quizzically. "My name is Admiral Tori V'sul." She stated calmly. Raymond did his best to stand, sending the guards in a defensive mode, but the only thing the prisoner did was salute. A faint smile was hinted on the Admiral's teal skin. "At ease, Captain." She said. "Why are you... here?" His voice was raspy, he stood upright, and looked at her with full suspicion. She assumed that he was trying to calculate her. She wasn't disappointed so far. "I am here on orders to negotiate with you. You can sit here, and start fights with the guards for the rest of your sentence, or you can walk out of here with me."

He hesitated. "Sounds too good to be true, Admiral."

"It's all true, and all good... I am the director of the Stellar Exploration Program. I'm sure you've heard the stories of us asking fugitives to join because of the limited volunteers. My program is considered a suicide missions to some."

He couldn't help but laugh a bit, although it hurt his throat. "Instead of being a prisoner on an asteroid, I'll be a prisoner on a ship, with a gun."

"Not entirely... What you've done for the Committee might have gone past some of the council members, and the Human Alliance, but not from me. I think you deserve to have a second chance, to use your talents instead of waste them. I can't guarantee your complete freedom, Captain Chase, but what I can offer you is a ship. A damn good one. A full crew... And state of the art technology. The only catch is that there's limitations. You are still a criminal, but there are freedoms."

Raymond looked down for quite some time. She wasn't sure how he would take this offer, and it worried her that she might lose this chance. She was putting all her chips on him. If the stories about him were true, he could lead the program to be a beacon of hope for some. A driving force for the Committee.

His green eyes suddenly looked at her. "Will I be able to prove my innocence?" She hesitated. "I can only assure that to people I can trust. If you survive long enough, and prove to me that you can play by the rules, then I will do everything I can in my power to help you. Deal?"

Another long pause.

"When do we begin?"

Name: Yasaliah Josk

Age: 96

Race: Satasi

Appearance: Like most of her kind, Yasaliah is beautiful. She has large, blue, sparkling eyes, a long slender nose, full lips and a sharp chin. Her skin is a purple with tinges of warmth to it, and her purple hair is stied into a loose ponytail with stands of hair falling into her face. Covering her athletic body is an intricate line-dot pattern of teal, wrapping around her neck and vanishing into her purple hair.

Yasaliah thinks her skin pattern is her more attractive feature and her wardrobe reflects that. Short shorts and revealing crop-tops are the things Yasaliah most often adorns. Piercing and jewelry are not her thing, and her clothes are often simplistic and minimalist, trying not to draw the eye away from her tattoo-like pattern. Her crop-tops are often light pink, and her short shorts are denhim (her favorite human invention).

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team?: Pilot

Bio: Yasaliah has family somewhere. That's all she knows, really. She was a troublemaker from the start, disagreeing with her parents over the stupidest, most insignificant things. She hated them for trying to limit her. Their relationship grew hostile with her parents and her many sisters. They were all smart, and good at math. Yeah, well, she was the best pilot in the whole universe (citation needed), so they could take their knowledge and shove it up their asses!

She quickly ran away and fell into a band of space pirates. Growing up, she had always had a natural talent for piloting. When she was piloting, it was just her and the ship- she felt free and in control. The purple pirate was good at what she did- they became somewhat notorious thieves. It gave her a rush. She often had 'run ins' with the most handsome male members of the crew, (and one time a woman) which was a nice bonus. They were the Broke Brigade, and life was good.

It was only a matter of time before they got caught. Yasaliah was never in it for the money- she was in it for the adventure and the camraderie. A series of mental evaluations revealed this of the imprisoned female, and they offered her a position on the crew. She had stolen many things, and she had aided and abetted a crew of, really, murderers and thieves. It might be the injection for her. Yasaliah accepted.

Personality: Yasaliah isn't what you would call a person with great moral codes. She is anti-authority, anti-government, and very much pro-Yasaliah. She is flamboyant, cocky, arrogant, flippant and dismissive. Adventure and glory are her top priorities; if discovering some wacky ass aliens would get her that, than she's all for it. Yasaliah rarely sees herself as wrong. Her trust is hard to earn- she expects everyone else to look out for themselves as much as she does for herself. Things like idealism, moral guidance seem pointless to her. In the end, aren't well looking out for number one? She certainly is...and if everyone else acts that way, she'd be a damned fool not to do the same.

Young and bold, she is a cliche of her species. When people think of a young, daredevil Satasi, they think of someone like Yasaliah. This is completely unintended, Yasaliah thinks of herself as an original.

Weapon(s): A pistol. She keeps in it in her pink holster at her hips. It's more of a fashion accessory than anything.
Family/Relationship?: She never speaks of them- they are a non-entity to her.

Other: Her taste in music is horrific.

Name: Aamra Tulez
AKA: Commander Aamra Tulez
Age: 25
Race: Tazygos
(pic, not of my character specifically but a reference for the race)

Colloquially called "water dragons" by humans, the Tazygos are taller and more solidly built then other races, being well suited to the turbulent waters of their aquatic homeland, often comparable in size to the Tu'Veeri. They have scaled skin normally shaded in blues with vibrantly colored, bio-luminescent markings, and some choose to accentuate their natural markings with tribal tattoos along their arms and raptor-like legs. Females are usually differentiated from the males through more feminine builds as well as the absence of the spikes on the backs of their forearms. Despite their size, the Tazygos have the agility to match any predator, able to move around as quickly and elegantly in the air as they do through water, which is handy since they can breath both air and water with ease. They do struggle a bit in dry environments however, and occasionally need to take hydration supplements to stay healthy even in more temperate climates.



Appearance: Tall for her species and sleekly built, Aamra Tulez's typically blue skin is highlighted with yellow webbing and luminescent yellow markings along her arms, legs, tail, and from her lower jaw to her upper chest. She also has tattooed markings along the edges of her hood, and the yellow iris' of her dark blue eyes match the bright color of her markings. Aamra also possesses sharper teeth and more prominent fangs, as well as the ability to reflexively change the color of her luminescent markings. Being the military stickler that she is, Tulez is rarely seen outside of her standard military uniform, or at least outside of her fatigues, and she wears a medallion around her neck made of electrum depicting a crashing wave.

Faction: Committee Officer, Marauder

Role in Team?: Security Officer

Bio: Born on the reclaimed Tazygos homeworld, Aamra Tulez had a rather auspicious start to her life when she was abandoned as a baby on the doorstep of the Taryne Monastary. Thankfully the monks, devotees to the teachings of an ancient master named Jursih, were kinder parents then her actual ones, and she was taken in by them and educated alongside other orphans and disadvantaged youths. Jursihism struck a cord with her and when she turned ten she elected to continue her studies of the ancient teachings and was ordained as a Jursihist monk by her late teens.

Already shown to have strong spirit and a gifted intellect, Aamra was expected to remain at the monastery and perhaps become a master and teacher, but while she was happy with her devotion to Jursih's teachings, the stories of her ancestors exploring the seas and leading rebellions against their ancient overlords inspired her to greater aspirations, and she dreamed of one day leading a fleet of star-ships across the cosmos just as her ancestors had led fleets across the oceans. Despite her unorthodox education in this day and age, she got enrolled in the Committee military academy and not only graduated but excelled, entering her naval career with a running start that got her all the way to Commander by the time she was twenty-five.

Emulating the diatribes and writings traditionally made by Jursihist monks, Aamra also wrote a number of papers and treatises herself, normally about philosophical musings or interpretations of recent events, but she occasionally wrote about things she liked or disliked about the state of the Galactic Committee. She was especially hard on the Interstellar Exploration Fleet and their ludicrous idea to put criminals and brigands on Expedition Forces and has written entire essays on why this idea to put lunatics like that human called Atlas in charge of a ship is a monumentally terrible idea. Aamra's superior officer and mentor figure in the academy, worried that her potential as a great officer would be snuffed out by her inflexibility to new ideas, decided that a crash course was the best way to educate her protege and 'volunteered' Aamra to be the security officer on one of the Expedition Force fleets.

Suffice it to say, while she didn't quit out of indignation thanks to some wise words by her respected mentor and some soul searching on her own, she will of course perform to the best of her abilities. Even if she's not exactly looking forward to this new assignment.

Personality: A warrior monk and an officer to the core, Aamra is rigorous, disciplined, and completely unflappable. It's easy to dismiss her as an uptight ponce with a stick up her butt if you've only known her for a few seconds, but in truth she's just as ironclad with herself as she is with others and won't tell anyone to do something that she wouldn't do herself. Indeed, she much prefers to lead by example and is a great believer in determined action, even if she doesn't have the time or patience to deal with troublemakers with no respect for the military hierarchy.

Weapon(s): Aamra's preferred sidearm is the DB-7 Longstrider, a favorite revolver for Tu'Veeri and Tazygos officers. In addition to training with other firearms, she is also skilled in close quarters combat with both conventional and more elaborate bladed weapons, though her fallback is always a traditional combat style with her tried and true long dagger.

Family/Relationship?: Admiral Ceerte Dalize, a Satasi instructor at the military academy and Aamra's longtime mentor who was responsible for signing her up with the Marauders.

Other: Aamra possesses a rare recessive genetic trait called the Hunter genome, which is responsible for her sharper teeth and fangs and her ability to reflexively change the color of her markings. Superstition dictates that Hunter genome Tazygos are more susceptible to rage and violent outbursts, and while there is nothing to back that up scientifically the stereotype persists in some circles.

Name
Antonius Philo Diaz

AKA
Tony - not a very cool nickname, but a nickname nonetheless and a very common one too

Age
Thirty-six

Race
Human

Appearance

Tony isn't very intimidating at all, and his appearance gives that away. Once clean cut and well-shaved when he worked on the Galactic Committee, he has become more lax with his appearance. He stands at about five feet, nine inches and weighs an average amount. He bears little musculature - only enough to give him a lightly toned appearance. His hair is a curly mess with some gray peppered into otherwise dark hair. Antonius's scruff verges on a full beard most days, but he keeps it relatively well-trimmed, especially when making an appearance in a professional setting.

Faction
Marauder, Former Committee Member

Role in Team
As the linguist, not only is Tony well versed in all known languages and cultures, he is also a trained diplomat and negotiator. His charisma makes him an asset when the team makes contact with other species as well as on-board. Tony isn't a very good mediator as his ego tends to get in the way, but he's quite good at working through conflicts in a fair manner.

Biography
Antonius Diaz was raised to be one of the most powerful men in the galaxy. His father was an ambassador in Tony's formative years, and his mother ensured that the boy received the best education he could from the variety of planets they lived on. As such, he picked up on countless alien languages as well as those of Earth when his mother, formerly a professor on Earth, had a chance to teach him. From early on, his father groomed him to follow in his footsteps. By the time Tony was 12, his father brought him to meetings with politicians from all races.

Soon after, Antonius's father moved them all to the Spire where he had gotten a job in the Galactic Committee. Tony excelled in school, most notably in his language courses. He continued shadowing his father, which paid off well in the long run by securing him internships and, later, a very notable scholarship to continue his education.

Out of school, he quickly found his footing in the politics of the Spire. He worked his way into the Committee at a surprisingly young age, riding the coattails of his father but still managing to forge his own persona. His charm and intellect took him far, and he was pegged for a Council position at an early age. It was at the height of his career that he met Mira L'Haria, a middle aged Satasi. Whether she chose him because he impressed her or because she believed he was the most capable of providing for a child, the two married and soon had a child.

For a time, Tony lived a very successful and promising life. But politics are dirty, and even as something of a protegee, he was not immune to easy fixes and bargains. When it came time for him to campaign for a Council seat, his campaign manager suggested they "get rid of" his most promising opponent. An assassin was hired, and she did her job well, paving the way for Antonius. But she wasn't good enough, and it took just a few weeks until the murder was traced back to Tony and he was arrested.

The court case famously graced news outlets across the Spire and likely on other planets. He was left with a bargain by the Committee. Join the Marauders, or rot in a cell for the rest of his days. He chose the former, figuring it was the easiest way to return to grace and perhaps have another chance at glory. And so he packed his things and joined the crew of the Monroe.

Personality
Antonius ought to feel as disgraced as he is, but he hides the failure of his career behind an egotistical and arrogant cover. Deep down, he blames himself for getting caught, but he would never let that show. "Should have been more careful" is a common refrain of his when discussing the incident that landed him on the ship, followed by a quick laugh.

He's naturally charismatic and shockingly eloquent when he must be for work. Tony is notoriously sarcastic and caustic. He has very few - if any - morals. Instead, he looks out mostly for himself. He has a very flippant attitude towards authority because he thinks so highly of his accomplishments and intelligence. It can be blinding, and he has been known to get in quite a few arguments with his superiors. With a too-cool-for-school attitude, he's not really the best teammate, and he can't lead much more than a debate or committee meeting unless he feels compelled to.

But Tony is a diplomat, and he knows how to conduct himself professionally. While he still comes off as abrasive if provoked, he is quite the gentleman and knows how to lead a conversation well. He's a people-person, despite being a bit of an ass, and he thrives off of being around others even if they can't really stand him as a person. Antonius is quite capable of love, but he doesn't show it easily. His charm easily melds into mild flirting without him even realizing it. He is known to overstep boundaries even though he has been put in his place quite a few times.

Weapon
Tony carries a standard-issue pistol which he keeps in a holster at his side. It is quite visible purposefully so that he comes off to unknown species as more trustworthy. On the ship, he often forgets to carry it, leaving him quite vulnerable.

Family/Relationship
Tony is single after his marriage fell into disrepair shortly after his arrest. He still talks to his daughter, Neema (8), often, but his ex-wife has little to say to him after his failure of a political career. His father and mother still live on the Spire, and he speaks with them occasionally as well. In recent months, his mother's health has slowly begun to deteriorate.

Other
He used to smoke like a chimney, but it's hard to do that in the middle of space in such tight quarters. He'll often sneak to the cargo hold or the hangar for a quick break while working. Tony also speaks with a slight accent that is difficult to place. His father's accent is mostly Queen's English while his mother speaks with something reminiscent of a Boston accent. That influence, coupled with his study of language, has left him with something bordering on English while sounding just slightly wrong for a human. Intriguing and still a bit charming, but odd.

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Name: Maximilian Alpha-7-9-7

AKA: N/A

Age: 39 (74.89)

Race: Augmented human

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team: Gunners Mate / Social Director

Bio: As a Manufactured being Max’s Childhood happened in a growth tank hooked up to induction programing modules till he reached physical maturity at the Bradass IV System’s manufactured being facility and was decanted and sent into the war.
Designed for war Max’s life has been painted in the blood and fluids of living beings whom he terminated as the lead gunner of one of the old Harth Class Destroyers (Decommissioned) then they no longer had need of his kind.

Augments always having made the Natural human uneasy because of their physical perfection and how slowly they aged (Augs can live 175 years theoretically but have average lifespans of only 26) were discontinued and the program declared illegal for production. Once standing 65,000 their number is now estimated as low as 1,498 active were Max is considered an Elder of their class as one of only 5 Augs over the age of 35 and as such holding a permanent rank above the others younger than he.

Offered to the Marauders as a Gunnery unit Max was given no choice but to join them because as a manufactured being he has no more rights than the knives in the Cook’s Galley.

Personality: Faithful to a fault or so it seems ( less a gift to the ship and more faulty system) Max has been active far longer than his designer’s intended. This level of Life Experience has made Max less mechanical than younger Augments even imparting to him an odd sense of humor from years of associating with natural soldiers who he had to adapt to like any other potential obstacle.

As an Augment his responses to many things can be predicted.
Scream at him for something which he is not at fault for and he will write a report supported by evidence and file it in Operator’s Efficiency Profile rather than get angry.

Also Max is made like all Augments to serve naturals in any manner they wish which will not endanger their existence which includes the position of companion. Here it is noted in his record he has begun to perform that service less by 28% using Weapon’s Balancing and Fine Tuning as vital duty; suspect his personality has become Aberrant.

Weapon(s) : Commonly found on him is a Rainmaker Arms Model 2270 10mm though he can also be found with other fire arms found in the ship's arms locker or locally available

Family/Relationship?: N/A Unless you include other Augs

Other: Max is an Aug. This means he is faster and stronger than a human male by at least 10% and usually by 35% on average.

Equipped with an integral Telepresence system and bio/aug TAC (A Biological CPU that wraps around the bottom of the spine) which he uses to help with the multi-tasking of large weapons systems.

Max is safe guarded by a medical monitoring section of the TAC which can report his condition directly into the ship's computer and if a toxin or illness threatens his existence can place him under hibernation using the drug known as Slow a commonly used field rescue by medics.

AKA: Ren, Manny
Age: 26
Race: Human

Faction: Unknown.
Role in Team?: -
Bio: Found in a cryopod by the Marauders after a heated battle with pirates, Rendyl so far has revealed she is a human girl from earth, and that she has telepathic skills no normal human could have.

Not able to go home yet, the fate of her future is now in the hands of the crew of the Monroe, whether that future is to be her confidant or to be handed over to the committee.

Personality: Unable to speak, she is always quiet, but hardly idle. She always seems to be thinking about something with the expression of concentration on her face, and she seems quite taken in by the crew of the Monroe, with a particular fondness for the linguist officer, Tony.
Weapon(s) : None
Family/Relationship?: Unknown
Other: Rendyl is mute, however she knows sign language fluently, and is learning to use her telepathic abilities.

Name: Astrid Langenberg

Age: 28

Race: Human


Faction:

• Marauder
• Mercenary (IMS Irene, formerly)

Role in team: Engineer

Bio: Astrid was born to a freight pilot father and propulsion technician mother on a civilian station in the boonies, her father leaving for a long haul shortly after her birth, never to return. She grew up surrounded by machinery, visiting a planet for the first time on her 23rd birthday. The surroundings and her mother’s profession led her to engineering and engines, gyroscopes, general electronics and life support became her life, quite literally when it came to the last item on the list. Rapidly growing bored of civilian life and her control freak of a mother, she tried to join the military, but failed physical tests.

Undeterred, the young engineer sought out Harris Fairchild, captain of a mercenary ship called Irene that’s just been through hell and needed to replenish its crew. Although the Irene’s activities often tested the line between lawful and lawless, Astrid gained a lot of hands-on experience as the Irene’s sole engineer, kitbashing her way out of trouble on numerous occasions.

Sadly, fortune wasn’t in the stars for Irene’s crew, as their last employer had no intent of paying them, instead turning his weapons on the smaller ship. Outgunned and unable to flee due to EM interference caused by the nebula they were meeting in, the Irene made her final stand, using its superior maneuverability to overpower its opponent. Although they’ve come out on top, the cost was catastrophic - the Irene was crippled, stranded in the nebula and most of the crew perished as a result of decompressions and failing life support. In a stroke of heartless survival instincts, Astrid sealed the relatively undamaged engineering section, pumping as much air as she could to it, dooming anyone that may or may not have still been alive. With dwindling air supply and unable to repair any life support systems, Astrid activated the distress beacon and waited.

A passing patrol received the call and hauled the semi-conscious Astrid out, but mistook the Irene for one of the many pirate ships that roamed that sector. With her experience and without anything that would prove her innocence, Astrid was sent to the Monroe.

Personality: Astrid is practical, straightforward and tends to gravitate to dark humor. Fairchild once likened her personality to a belt sander, a fitting description if she doesn’t know you or thinks you’re some sort of shifty character. Slow to trust, only a selected few are allowed into a closed circle of people she trusts. Those can count on her even in the direst of circumstances. Her worst fear is losing someone from this closed circle, as it happened on the Irene.

Weapons and Equipment:

• Diamondback MAR - An assault rifle manufactured by a small, private armory. Though she can defend herself if her ship is boarded, it is a perfect example of someone using tools above their skill level, as the rifle’s great potential is usually squandered by Astrid’s inability to shoot straight.
• Protector Riot Control System - Armor covering the torso, elbows, front legs, knees and neck. Although the breastplate is rated to stop pistol rounds with decent reliability, the rest of the armor is meant to protect from batons, knives and thrown bottles. Though it’s saved her life once or twice, she’s grown fond of it mainly because it came with so many pouches and pockets. The helmet is usually kept hanging from her belt, only used when absolutely necessary.

Relationships: Most people Astrid considered friends perished on the Irene, leaving a rather bitter misfit. She hasn’t been in contact with her mother since she joined the Irene’s crew and doesn’t intend to change that.

Other:

• Astrid is voiced by Ashley Burch (Aloy, Horizon: Zero Dawn).
• Much like her former crew, Astrid harbors strong distrust of the Satasi due to their natural abilities.

AKA: Dev
Age: 33
Race: Human
Appearance:

Dev is a fan of his beard and hair, often going to surprising lengths to make sure his hair is properly groomed. His body (with the exception of his face) is covered with burn marks and scars, a culmination of years of abuse and experimentation with explosives. His hands are darker than the rest of his body due to the damage that has been done to them over time.



Faction: Marauder (Former Criminal)
Role in Team?: Demolitions Expert

Bio:
Devronian Arx was born to Yorick and Camilla Arx as a twin of Wesley Arx. The Arx family had a military tradition, and the Arx twins were not sparred from the violent and authoritative traditions passed down through the generations. The boys were treated with borderline abuse, with Yorick attempting to make military heroes out of his sons. Until the age of 14, the two boys spent nearly every day of their lives training, learning, and preparing to be soldiers.

Yorick was a violent man, one who abused the two boys relentlessly. That’s why Dev wasn’t upset to see his father die slowly and painfully from an untreatable sickness. It was the perfect justice, seeing as Yorick was killed in the least honorable fashion possible. Following the death of the Arx patriarch, Camilla took a job to support Wesley, who had developed a passion for politics and diplomacy. As a result, she wasn’t around much to take care of the two boys, so Dev and Wes had to raise themselves for a short time.

Dev was too much his father’s son. That’s why, when Camilla was fired from her job and imprisoned for supposedly stealing medical research when the boy was 17, Dev took things personally. He spent the next year honing his skills and expertise with explosives. He crafted his own homemade explosives, and used them to send a message: he busted his mother out of jail as the headquarters of the company she had worked for was burning.

Camilla and Wes disowned Dev after that incident. The Arx family was never fond of terrorists, even amongst their own kin. So Dev left, and had made quite a name for himself in the criminal sphere after his act of revenge. A small circle of “Righteous Rebels” managed to find Dev before the authorities could, and they took the young man into their fold. Dev proved to be proficient in his understandings of basic architecture and engineering, able to point out weak points in practically any structure. He also worked on modifying and creating his own explosives, inevitably created “Death Whistle” in the process.

It was only a matter of time before Dev was caught and imprisoned, labelled a terrorist and slotted to be executed. Dev was willing to accept that fate, but he liked the better offer of serving on-board a ship that was trying to make a difference in the galaxy. Dev didn’t buy into the patriotic bullshit the Marauders were serving, but Dev did like the idea of demonstrating his talents for a prolonged period of time.

Personality:
Dev doesn’t play by any rules, and most times would rather die in a fiery explosion than follow orders. He does place higher value in respect than his carefree and chaotic nature. Dev values anyone who breaks the law and doesn’t regret it. He understands that laws tend to be too restrictive. He also treats his work with explosives as an art form, and blows up (pun intended) when his work is degraded or not appreciated.

Dev to some extent understands the importance of doing what he is told on-board the Monroe. Quite frankly, Dev will only follow orders to ensure that he can continue doing what he loves: blowing shit up.

Weapon(s): Dev is a fan of firepower, so he always carries an assortment of explosive/lethal devices on his person. Dev typically carries a few flashers (non-lethal, designed to blind anyone within the room no matter how protected their eyes are), a few scorchers (incendiary grenades designed to cause no/minimal damage to structures but cause a lot of damage to hostiles), a few Adhesive Grenades (Weird Plasma Glue that slows hostiles significantly), and two Gone Mines (let’s just say everything within 20 feet of that mine is gone if it’s set off).

In terms of traditional weaponry, Dev does keep a standard-issue sidearm on his person. He has been known to pick up an assault rifle, but why would he use that when he has Death Whistle.

Dev’s personal favorite in his arsenal, Death Whistle, is a customized grenade launcher. It is designed primarily to fire slightly amplified fragmentation grenades, but can really house any explosive in Dev’s arsenal and launch it a great distance. It has a very distinctive discharging of gas as it fires, hence the name.



Family/Relationship?: Dev’s parents are currently deceased. Dev's brother, Wesley, is currently working his way through the Spire's political sphere. Dev's former girlfriend, a Satasi known as Harloine, was one of the few members of the terrorist network that wasn't captured by the authorities. God knows what she's up to.

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