[CHAR] The Marauders (2016)

[Jones Sparrow]

Name: Raymond Chase

AKA: Ray, Cap, Atlas, The Marauder

Age: 26

Race: Human

Appearance:

Raymond

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team?: Leader, a jack of all trades but, but is usually the play maker and an excellent fighter pilot

Bio:

His Story

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, drink, 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 my step dad. 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 thought if my dad was so great, then why did he leave his family with this man.

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 Spire, the Galactic Committee's headquarters. 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 them. 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. The aftermath of the battle had My whole squadron dead, except me, but I didn't leave uninjured. My left hand had a horrible shake now, and nicknamed Atlas for withstanding so much pain and punishment during the battle.

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" and passed away two years ago. One year after that, 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 me 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. They told me 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. 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 we 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-- especially towards children and mothers. Ever since he lost his squad when he served in the committee he feels like every casualty taken on his crew is solely his fault, and it wears him down no matter how well he hides it.

Weapon(s) : An old Colt Revolver that has been modified to shoot elemental bullets. It has been in the Chase family for a very long time. Raymond also has a combat glove, the knuckles are equipped with G-force technology, when it makes contact with an opponent it sends a mach-speed punch, producing a large bass-y boom as well. The glove also is able to produce a 5 foot long electrical whip.

Star-Fighter:

Raven

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One of the first generation star-fighters, Raymond first flew Raven during his time in the Military, when he was put in charge of the Marauders he found out that his fighter was sent to be scrapped. During a mission to recover intel from a wreck on a junk planet, he found his old ship sitting there to rot. He managed to fly it back to the Monroe and patched it up over the three years of being a Marauder.

Family/Relationship?: Raymond has very strong feelings,with the Crew's Doctor, Luirae Driani. Rae has the Captain's full trust and loyalty, and She's the only one who knows about his past.

His sister, Paige Chase, 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 shake

[Akayaofthemoon]

Name: Luirae Driani
AKA: Rae
Age: 25
Race: Cristallum
Appearance: http://fav.me/d5bbiav
(The crystal markings on her body are as soft as skin but in time of danger it hardens to become more of a natural armor)
Faction: Marauder, Bounty Hunter, Galactic Committee Volunteer
Role in Team?: Doctor/Medic
Bio: Rae was born on the planet of Pluvia, a world covered in ice and snow, a vast wasteland of endless white and jutted glaciers at first look. If you were trapped there, it would hold nothing but blizzards and large blocks of hail that fall from a never ending storm. The clouds only clear once every year, letting the two moons circling her home planet to shine through and light up the snow causing something special to happen. Glowing flowers called Farafell bloom, only lasting one night but it is the only time her people see the surface and sky of their home though it is not because of the frigid temperatures but because it is more pleasant to live by other means. You see, her planets true home is actually on the inside. They live in various tunnels that connect to different caves, each one very uniquely different from the last but most are covered with lush strange plant life and animals adapted to the land above as well as below. The only source of light they have are certain bugs as well as spores that the trees released at certain times every day.
The Cristallum don't keep their children past the age of 4 so most parents aren't attached to their children or share a bond. It is for this reason that Rae finds it a strange concept to have people support her or be there for her since she is not use to it from her own kind. The Cristallum species chooses your job and then you are trained till you are of age to do the job assigned. It is all very official and not a lot of emotion is put into things but that is just their way. They are not mean or cruel, just to logical and try to be kind to all they meet (which is not many) unless they are given reason to attack. Not many of her race ever leave home since it is almost impossible for flight, in or out and everyone always has a place to belong which never gives them reason to want to leave. Rae felt she could be more and do more than what she was ordered so she took her chances, leaving on the one day when the sky was clear....the festival of the blooming Farafell.
It wasn't long before she took on a job to be a bounty hunter when a officer of the law saw her defend herself from a being almost five times her size. It wasn't the perfect job and not really one she enjoyed but at least it was something since she was starting from scratch. After a few years on the job Rae was starting to feel stuck in one spot again and it was miserable to be catching people only to have them being put who knows where. Instead she switched to focusing on medicine, wanting to be able to help people and even save them. Being a bounty hunter meant always being alone which didn't pull her out of her quiet shell and lack of understanding seemed to put her in more trouble with others so the change in her life had brought about more than just her happiness but taught Rae about things she couldn't learn in class. Going to school and being around so many people where communication was necessary made her build confidence and allowed her to understand some emotions and things such as friendship though she was still lacking in many areas, at least she was more aware about the worry of upsetting others. After graduating early, she joined the Galactic Committee as a volunteer so she could explore the universe and they assigned her to the Monroe,choosing to a certain extent who would be on it . Most would think her crazy, wishing to be on a ship of criminals and sent on suicide missions but to her it is the most rewarding job. She joined for her own reasons but stayed so she could help everyone on the ship even though she works for the Committee technically, her loyalty is not to them. She would never want to restrict the Marauders or write reports about every little thing they do. She wants to make sure they live on.
Personality: She isn't one to back down from a challenge and always puts her heart in everything she does. Rae can be stubborn,rash, and blunt but she is also kind and if you are lucky enough to get close to her, then she has unbreakable loyalty. She is the kind of person that would give up her life if it meant protecting others. Sometimes she can be oblivious to certain things or doesn't understand certain types of emotions but it is only because of her background where their wasn't much emotions.
Weapon(s) : Elemental dual pistols or special bow/arrows. The bow has a specially made string that can contracts into the middle when a certain button is pressed. It activates a magnet to keep the metal holder for the old string in place before activating a high powered lazer as the "new" string.
Family/Relationship?:

• Has a strong relationship to the Captain of the ship. She isn't sure what kind of relationship but she respects him and he has her loyalty.

Other: Her eyes have the unique trait to look through the body of others if she so chooses and see straight to the bone, organs, muscles or tendons depending on what she prefers to see. This is one of the reason she was a bounty hunter seeing as how this little gift gave her the edge of having perfect accuracy to knock out her opponent or get the upper hand in battle but on the brighter side it helps her be the good doctor she is. (She can only look through bodies, everything else appears black or dark in this mode of vision)
Rae can also regenerate but only superficial wounds will be healed rapidly. The more she has to grow back the longer it takes and not everything can be fixed if destoryed which can lead to her death. If she were to cut off a finger it would take a few weeks to grow back and cut off an arm it would take years.
Has a love for plants of all kinds but usually only keeps medically helpful ones around.
Plays music here and there. Most say the instrument sounds like an electric violin, whatever that is.Pic of instrument

[DeathXtheXTree]

Name: Tahillie Junta (Pronunciation of Name TA-Hee-Lee JUNE-ta)

AKA: Talley, June

Age: 32

Race: Furtim

Appearance:

Tahillie

Tahillie may stand a few inches taller than the rest of his brethren species, making him stand at Six feet and three inches tall and weighing at 179 LBS. With dark smooth scales covering his entire being, Tahillie can be seen wearing light clothing. The colouring of the clothing consists of cotton Slate blue vest, Burnt grey slacks, Eggshell white shirt that can be seen underneath the vest, and midnight blue shoes. With wide, but feline like yellow eyes, are hidden behind a metallic silver visor. With all that, a faint code bar can be seen on the left lower bicep, depicting that he was once a fighter slave.

Faction: Marauder, Ex-Committee Specialist, Hacker

Role in Team?: Scout/Intelligence

Bio:

Background

When Tahillie was rather young, no older than two years of age, his mother had taken him away from their home world, not wanting him to be a hired hand. Tahillie did not know why at the time, but shrugged it off as any other thing that his mother would do. That was til their little ship was raided. His mother, to Tahillie at the time, thought that she was going to play hide and seek with him, after that she told him to hide and that she'll come looking for him. She never found him, nor he never saw her alive. Shortly after the loud commotions stopped, and being as brave as he can, Tahillie mustered all of his strength to wonder out of the cubby hole in the cockpit of their little transporter. To his surprise, he found his mother laying in a pool of dark liquid, though he thought that she was simply sleeping. He kept telling her to wake up, that she won the game, but she never responded. He was caught shortly after he was found poking at his mother. The Pirates that had boarded their little transporter, had an idea forming in the back of his head; sell the little Furtim off in the black market. After being sold off in an action, Tahillie shortly became a fighter of sorts, fighting for his life against other extraterrestrial beings in Underground Fights.
He was praised by his first Master, enjoying the praises that he also had gotten from his mother before she was killed. He enjoyed the way that his fists made another's skull crack open, or how the sound of bones breaking made him shiver with delight, he enjoyed all the praises that his Master had given him. Six years after he was bought, he fought everything that was thrown at him. Even of the same race. It was eight years later he regime as the underground fights champion, it was later that the Committee Soldiers had taken down the Underground Fights that have been happening on the outer most rimmed galaxies. He was taken into the Committee's care.
He turned hostile towards the Soldiers that had taken everything from him, even if he was bought as an Underground Fighter. He lost his hatred after being in isolation for six months with nothing but a hologram for entertainment. Sure, the soldiers came to bring him food, trying to get the mentality of being a slave out of his system, and left whenever they felt they've failed to do any of the above. And failed again and again they did.
Roughly two and a half years after he came out of Isolation, he had found another interest for hacking into the Committee's data bank, but only stopped when the soldiers had caught and scolded him for doing the wrong thing. He did enjoy the thrill of hacking into others personal information, along finding out other things during the two and a half years. His skill in hacking and was noticed by the higher ups, and he was then later trained to hack into other operative data banks, this considered with the Black markets, slave auctions, and other criminal syndicate that we're almost hidden well from the Committee's eyes. Four years after his training, thus close to the age of twenty three, Tahillie was praised for another Black Market findings in another sector of the Galaxy, giving his higher up (his mentor) the wear abouts of the Black Market. When his Mentor had ventured off to stop this black market, Tahillie had found out that the soldier (the mentor) was murdered by one of the Auctioneers, who was also the same being that had bought him when he was only two years of age. While rage build up in the back of his mind, Tahillie became quickly aware that he was being watched by the other soldiers, the trainees, and by the higher ranks. He was cold towards them, not their fault to be exact, but he was not the most friendliest of being to be around. Roughly searching for the one that killed his Mentor, Tahillie gave up on being a Soldier for the Committee, he needed the freedom to search for the Auctioneer, to find and end the poor saps life. He left the Committee while he was Twenty Nine years of age. Four years after his training, and a little under a decade as a Committee Specialist under his belt, he gave his letter of Leave, he volunteered himself for the expeditions to the Unknown, this was a way for himself to find the one that killed his Mentor. However, even to this day, Tahillie is still estranged to the crew, seemingly to ignore and cold to most of the crew.

Personality: While being cold himself, Tahillie Junta is a standoffish type of being, with this said, he may seem to ignore one that is speaking to him, unless it is a meeting or someone that he feels comfortable with. This is due to the time that he spent almost three years in isolation. Along with a cold demure, he will walk by someone without the proper greeting, unless it is the Captain. He may seem shy and unsettling, however, he will be brutally honest about his own personal feelings. He maybe brash at some points, growl at those that get into his personal space, will lash and bite those who do impose on invading his privacy. However, whenever he consumes any type of Alcohol, considering that he has a little to no tolerance for the stuff, he is the complete opposite of his every day life.

Weapon(s): Two plasma knife hilts can be seen sitting on his left hip, a simple energy pistol can be seen sitting on the other hip.

Star-Fighter:

Myriad

This little thing helps Tahillie traverse through space and compact asteroid fields where the Monroe can't go through.

Family/Relationship?:

• Kirllian: Kirllian is a sub species of an old alien race, however, this old alien has know Tahilley since he was bought to entertain others (slave fighter) at a young age.
• Raymond Chase: shortly after meeting with Raymond, Tahillie had acknowledge the human with admirable skills to lead the Marauders. However, he will butt head with the Human captain whenever he feels that the crew is threatened or "forgets" the little details of a mission.
• Luirae Driani: Tahillie treats Rae like a mother figure, considering he lost his at young age. He would never show that unless under the influence of intoxication.
• Nathan Buchanan: Will ignore this one, but will also ask for help when Rae is busy with another patient.
• Cassandra O'Hare: To Tahillie, Cassandra tries to avoid him, and will butt heads with the human when she tries something stupid.
• 8-Ball: Will wonder if it's truly sentient or not. Also try to install a few things whenever Tahillie has the chance.
• Jolenar: Tahillie remains far away from this one, he doesn't like to be touched or prodded whatsoever.
• Stun: Remains to be seen.

Other: Tahillie usually hides in his little room that is usually messy with holographic parts, cables, or things that may seem like junk that litter any space available. He will also be seen sitting in his chair with the silver visor over his head and fully dived into Cyberspace. He's also an insomniac, very little sleep is needed for what he does.

[Avanhelsing]

Dr. Nathan Buchanan

Name: Dr. Nathan Buchanan
AKA: Nate, Doc, Victor(Back on Earth)
Age: 25
Race: Human
Appearance:

My Hider

Faction: Marauder
Role in Team:Genetic researcher/ Assistant Doctor,
~He got his doctorate from Cambridge in Genetic Studies but he can still patch someone up should need be. He also likes to go on trips with the crew.
Bio:

His History

Nathan Buchanan was born to a rich family in New York City. They had made a good chunk of change through intergalactic trade. The Buchanan's made their fortune trading in a few different avenues. Many of them were far from legal but no one ever seemed to care. The Buchanan's were old money and that meant old friends and old friends always looked away from illegal activities. The whole family had been taught that being rich meant that you could get away with anything.

Ever since he was young, Nate loved scientific pursuits. He always loved doing little experiments. Since his parents were always distant at best, Nate was raised by the family servants. Their influence taught him to be kind to everyone and taught him to be self sufficient. He learned how to cook and he still loves to cook. He excelled in school and was always the top of his class when it came to academic pursuits. He enjoyed being the best and tried to appear that he did not care for anyone else. In his senior year, he met a very important friend. Claud Yang was not exactly the brightest guy in the world but he did have a skill to keep Nate from doing anything too insane. The two of them became quite a pair and were nearly inseparable. Claud could charm anyone into buying a bridge. Nate used his family's influence and wealth to continue his studies of genetics.

When they graduated, the pair were both accepted in the Genetics Program at Cambridge. It had the best program on the planet so of course they had to go. As soon as they arrived, they gained a bit of a reputation. The rumors were that they were up to something wicked in the abandoned building that they called home. The rumor gained them both nicknames. Nate was called Victor and Claud was called Igor. As usual the two ignored it. Nate wanted to create usable hybrids for the Earth governments. He wanted to design new animals or animals that no one had ever seen. His plan was to design living weapons for the the army. Mother nature was quite good at living weapons. His first creation was a larger version of the Alpheidae shrimp (pistol shrimp). It didn't work since there was no real use for it outside of the water. The American Navy bought the creature to protect what navy bases they still had. His next project was to make a slime mold that could be used to catch criminals. It was simple but effective. It was nothing flashy but Buchanan & Yang Laboratories finally had a bit of fame under it's belt.

One night a few years later, Nate decided he wanted to make a human hybrid even though it was illegal. He needed a project to get the fame he so desperately desired. Like most of his family, he thought the rules did not apply. Something went wrong and there was an explosion in the lab that killed Claud. Nate was arrested for murder and his crimes against nature. He was given an option of either going to jail for life or joining one of the criminal crews. He chose the second option and has been with the Marauders for almost two years now. He loves his new family and all the freedom he has finally gained.

Personality:
For a scion of a wealthy Earth family, Nate is quite kind. He enjoys helping people even if his methods are far from normal. If there is an issue with repairs, Nate will try to make some sort of creature to try and help. He loves all kinds of critters and loves to learn about anything even if there is no chance he can do it. His favorite type of critter, as he calls his creations, are the ones that do not seem to have any use. He has a bird he created and named Homer that he keeps around the lab just cause he likes how he looks. He is always looking for some new creature to use for a critter. His lab is a messy wreck filled with papers and holding tanks with all manner of things. He usually sleeps near his lab.
Weapon(s) : An energy pistol that he barely knows how to use. He definitely needs someone to help him use his pistol.
Star-fighter?: Not a chance. He is deathly afraid of flying himself anywhere. The Monroe is good enough for him.
Family/Relationship?: His family disowned him after he was arrested. He tries to be friendly with everyone on the ship.
Other: He loves to go on away missions since there is a chance for new animals to add to his menagerie of critters. He only sleeps about five hours a night.

[Liberator]

Cassie

Name: Cassandra O'Hare
AKA: Cassie, Cas
Age: 24
Race: Human
Appearance: Cassie stands at 5 foot 9 and has a fit physique. Her hair is full and is a dark brown, it is often left unstraightened and therefore curls at the ends. Her features are what you'd typically expect of a latino, although she retains some of the more 'white' features of her mixed heritage. Generally her features are big, with a slightly wide nose, plump lips and big hazel eyes. However, her high cheekbones reign in these features into order. Her body is littered with small scars here and there. She has but 3 on her face. The least noticeable being the tiny line on her forehead, followed by the diagonal scar parting the freckles on her nose and finally the small crescent moon just under her eye. While she regularly wears gloves, her hands have scars over the palms and forehands with a few tracing up onto her forearm. Her left ear is pierced in three places, and she can often be seen wearing her regular three black earrings.
Faction: Marauder, Criminal, Former Bounty Hunter
Role in Team?: Assault/Defense
Bio: Cassie was born on a martian mining prison colony. Her mother, imprisoned for robbery, met Cassie's father, imprisoned for murder while mining a quarry. The two were practically inseparable after meeting, becoming a pseudo Bonnie and Clyde. It only took a year for Cassie's mother to become pregnant. They knew what would happen to their child if she was born in the mine, she'd be taken away and put in the awful orphanage system the planet had. They couldn't let that happen, and hatched an escape plan with the help of several notorious heisters within the mine.

They planned for months on end, scrimping and saving to buy and steal whatever resources they could muster. It was only a month or so before Cassie was due to be born when they escaped. They blew a hole in the wall of the sleeping quarters using some mining dynamite, stole a transport ship and set out on a dangerous chase across Mars until they finally lost the police and managed to lay low for a few months.

Within this time Cassie was born, and the pair did their best to raise her in a 'normal' environment. But of course, things couldn't last this way for long. The police finally tracked them down after Cassie had just turned 3 and her father was subsequently shot in the ensuing shootout while she and her mother escaped.

Cassie was raised solely by her mother. Forced back into the life of a criminal, Cassie was brought up on the ideals of stealing, treachery and thievery being her way of life. She was taught how to handle a gun by the age of 7, and was well on her way to learning knife play before the police, again, caught up with the two. Her mother was arrested and Cassie was not sent to the orphanage. Instead, she was enrolled in a secret training program for the next generation of soldiers for defense against the other members of the committee in case they ever betrayed the humans.

She stepped foot on Earth for the first time, meeting real earthlings and learning about the world her ancestors helped build. This time was cut relatively short though, as her training started within the first week of arrival. The regime was cruel and harsh, forced to lift ever heavier weights, sprint ever longer distances and be more accurate with weaponry.

Her training finished around the time she turned 17, at which point the leaders of the world decided to decommission the training program on the basis of it having the chance to actually cause the war it was created for if it was ever brought to light. She was given a small cash settlement in exchange for her and the rest of the group's silence. They all went their separate ways with some going on to join the army, others becoming business moguls and few going on to work desk jobs.

Cassie, however, went on to become a bounty hunter. She used what money she was given to buy a fast ship and weaponry. She began garnering a name for herself throughout the galaxy as a bounty hunter of high reputation. Things turned sour when she was 23 though. Bounties became fewer and fewer with less payouts than ever before. Work was drying up, and she was desperate for a bounty if only to pay for food and gas. Soon enough, an anonymous messenger came through, asking her to assassinate a corrupt warlord. She did as she was told, but received no pay.

Unexpectedly, the police arrived at her door the next day and arrested her. She had in fact, murdered a good natured politician, and had been caught on tape in the act. Suffice to say she was set up. Given the option of prison or space exploration, she chose the latter and has been on The Monroe for about a year now.
Personality: Cassie's personality differs from the stereotypical girl to say the least. She is bold, brash and always ready for a fight. The downside to this is that she is often on edge, and is cautious about meeting new people for fear of betrayal or conflict. Before boarding The Monroe, Cassie would often be found alone, preferring a solitary life to that of companionship. However, she has come out of her shell a lot more while in the company of the crew and feels a lot safer. As much as she likes to hide it, she does indulge in some of the more 'girly' aspects of life every now and then. It's quite unusual to see her with straightened hair and makeup on, but when it happens it's usually something to be commented on.
Weapons:
-Rydeen™ Battle Rifle, modified with taped mags, grenade launcher and red dot scope
-Mynci™ dual semi automatic pistols
-Various grenades and other equipment chosen for specific missions
Star-fighter?:
Landslide

Originally a racing ship, Landslide is built for speed suffice to say. It has little armour, and relies mostly on evasion and dodging to survive. Cassie got two rifles mounted under each of the front wings for attack, although these fire very quickly and overheat even faster.
Family/Relationship?:

Raymond Chase
Contrary to how she acts, Cassie has a great deal of respect for, Raymond. While many have died while under his service on the ship, he has never led her astray and she's only gained 1 or 2 scars while under his service.

Luirae Driani
Cassie likes Luirae. Suffice to say, she's been to see her a few times after getting into a few scrapes on and off the ship. She tries to help her understand the emotions and stuff she isn't used to whenever it comes up, but she isn't really the best help at that kind of thing.

8-Ball
Cassie is intrigued by 8-Ball. She doesn't really see him as a properly thinking and feeling being, purely because she isn't totally used to seeing robots do that. She does treat him with a deal of respect and kindness though, even if she's a bit wary.

Tahillie Junta
Cassie is rather standoffish towards Tahillie. She finds his cold, almost unfriendly demeanor to be rude and annoying. However, she trusts him as a fellow member of the ground team and wouldn't believe that he would betray the crew for a moment. When he's drunk she is a lot more friendly towards him, being that he opens up a lot more.

Jolenar
Jolenar scares Cassie on a physical level.

Stun
Not met yet.

Other:
-Used to wear a gas mask covering her whole face to conceal her identity

[Thecrash20]

8-Ball

Name: XV888
AKA: 8-Ball
Age: At least 200 Years
Race: Human created Intelligent Robot.
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Mechanic

Appearance

8-ball has a humanoid shell with thin arm and legs. The legs have a hock, similar to a hound. 8-Ball has a artificial "skin" that feels more like rubber and acts as protection from scratching the metal underneath. On his back, a third eye pops up, used to help see in ducts without having to fully enter the small corridor.

Bio

Bio:
In the beginning, 8-Ball was created with the intention to be security for a small group that operated long ago in a traveling merchant vessel. It was odd due to his design was created as a remote controlled drone that was designed to fix vessels or larger space ports, but in his case he had more advanced framework placed in his shell.

Some time he was heavily damaged and left underground a small abandoned shack on a backwash planet. A Marauder found him by chance, while looking for a hide out for a deal gone bad. When he found the underground tunnel, there was pile of broken part and electronics. The pile turned to a trail, leading him to 8-Ball standing offline at a charging station that must of died decades ago. Thinking him lucky to find such a valuable piece of scrap metal.

Day's later 8-balls lifeless husk was brought upon the Marauder's ship and reactivated, only due to the interest of a few tech heads. What they found was strange and unsettling. This Bot had advanced combat subroutine, protocols, and even a list of targets to be "ASSAS". They could only assume he was actually a fabled Murderbot, but before the thought of trashing him before he became more of a threat then a assets, they also found many programs subroutines, and functions that held hundreds of ship designs and ways to fix or Jerry rig any problem they could have.

The Bot has been with the Marauders for some time now, being a extremely efficient mechanic. One that doesn't need to be fed and better yet. Paid! Now in days, only the commander knows the shady past and potential for damage he could cause. Although his skill much outweighs the cost.

Personality

Personality:
Whoever created 8-Ball had a sense of humor and probably wanted a body to talk too. While most bots have per-programmed sayings, 8-ball can actually hold a conversation. While some might be disappointed if they try to ask him his view of life, he could strike a keen interest in anyone who has never met a bot of his caliber. He also can drink and smoke, using the fluids to cool down his body, or act more human. One of the most impressive features is him understanding humor and can even detect when most are being sarcastic by the tone of their voice.

Weapon(s)

Weapon(s) :

-Tool set: Anything from a wrench to a Promethium Blow torch. Almost never used for combat, but a screw driver to the head would hurt most.


-88 Special: Found already holstered to his body upon his discovery. This 5 shot revolver hold some sentimental value to 8-Ball as it never leaves his mechanical hip, no one really knows why. It fires basic ballistic rounds.

Family/Relationship?

Family/Relationship?:
The Creator- Before being reactivated 8-Ball, A single memory was created by the original creator of him. In this memory the Creator tell him only one thing. "You are now free..". 8-Ball only can remember the man being younger looking, but with Gray hair, depicting him to actually be older. He is most likely dead, but for some reason 8-Ball thinks he may meet his maker soon enough.

[Ollumhammersong]

Jolenar

Name: Utterly incomprehensible to and unpronounceable by other species.

AKA: Jolenar, Faced with choosing a more comprehensible name to offer his crew mates cursed with rudimentary forms of language. This Xreene has chosen the name Jolenar to represent him.

Age: 92 human years

Race: Xreene

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Faction: Committee member (kind of.... not really)

Role in Team?: Xreene observer.

Bio: The Xreene collective has it;s own reasons for volunteering one of its own to such a dangerous mission. And currently it does not feel compelled to explain those reasons to the other races. Suffice to say the Xreene Collective has offered the services of one of it's scientists for the purposes of this voyage.

The Xreene the crew of the Monroe will come to know has been alive for roughly ninety human years. Though Xreene are capable of living for several human centuries assuming perfect health is kept throughout that time. Much of that time has been spent learning his designated purpose. A pre-selected occupation and skill that was chosen for him as he grew out of the hatching stage and his mental and physical development was tested. Based on the expected needs of the Collective all hatch-lings who survive into adolescence are assigned a future designation. No discipline is considered inherently inferior to any other. There are no Xreene who sit in a higher cast than any other Xreene. All Xreene work for the benefit of the collective and by extension, all Xreene everywhere. And all duties and scientific disciplines exist because they are important in some way to furthering that goal.

He spent years learning the sciences. Studying various fields and enjoying a depth of education found no where else in committee space. From the time he was a hatch-ling to the moment the collective assigned his services on board the vertebrate vessel Known as the Monroe much of his work was advancing the agenda of the collective, like all Xreene. Whatever that agenda may be.

Personality: Jolenar is curious, curious about anything and everything that goes on onboard. There is nothing about these vertebrates that does not fascinate him. Sometimes it confuses him greatly. But mostly it just fascinates him. Their language and habits and reactions. He may sometimes say or do something purely to study the expressions of those who witness it. From the strange to the borderline offensive, all done in the name of science! And advancing Xreene understanding of the outside galaxy.

He will often pour over notes and whatever scientific conondrum is being studied on board. Making sure his sentinel is there to witness, record and participate. Bringing nearly a century of Xreene expertise and perspective to bear.

Weapon(s) :No natural weapons unless someone wants to climb into his tank to fight him. With the expected danger of this mission he spearheaded the Xreene designed a MK1 sentinel droid. Not a purpose made combat droid but it was designed and built with that possibility in mind. A personnel droid he can operate remotely. Still a prototype but a design he hopes can be refined by studying it alongside biological bipeds and comparing their actions with 'the real thing'.

He hoped to give it a mostly humanoid and neutral appearance. Thinking it might help the other crew mates more easily trust and work with something familiar in shape to themselves. Completely unaware of the vertebrate concept of automaton-phobia.

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Starship: No starship of his own (obvious reasons) but the collective ensured there is one escape pod made suitable just for his needs. A means for him to survive a potential catastrophe if the Monroe is destroyed.

Other:

The Xreene has come with other means of being present alongside crew mates. Aside from his remote controlled sentinel he also has a much larger robot that is doubles as a mobile environmental suit. He can be placed in the large, bulbous thorax or head area of the machine. It is designed to keep him alive and comfortable, albeit cramped for long periods of time.

Designed chiefly around the ideal of durability and functionality over form. It is incredibly tough and sturdy. And the head is capable of keeping him alive and safe even if both legs have been broken or damaged in some way. It is a large hulking thing. Nearing nine feet in height when fully operational and powered. It gives Jolenar a tremendous amount of ability. And is fitted with numerous systems and features to make it a little more agile than it might seem. Plus Xreene engineering and cybernetics are second to none within the boundaries of Committee space.

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[Traitor]

Stun

Name: Stun
AKA: /
Age: 138
Race: Pho Arghos

Appearance

Faction: Marauder
Role in Team: Marauder, First Strike Specialist

Bio

Stun's existence started like that of every Pho Arghos - thrown into life, fully adult and ready for a war that was already a forgotten relic of the past. After the initial years of integration ended, the Pho Arghos scattered all over the universe, and so did Stun. The integration program set a group of Arghos up as a security task force for commercial frighters, but after a few years the company went bankrupt, and the hybrids had to reorganise.
Stun served as an enforcer in a small private army for about a decade, before being hired as a personal bodyguard for a Yhei scientist. This only lasted a few months however, as the lab was attacked and overrun by an organised group of marauding pirates. They killed nearly everyone, but took great interest in the hybrid guard that had decimated several of their squads, before ceasing all resistance after the death of its Yhei protégé.
Being part of the Vah'Jra Yan, a marauding band of pirates that fought small-scale wars against other military groups and law-enforcers describes the longest part of Stun's life. During the time in their guerilla raid squads, Stun witnessed the ascension and fall of three generations of pirate leaders, perfectly content to simply continue existing as a valued raid troop member. The hybrid refused to rank up beyond a role as second-in-command, to avoid responsibility and the often unhealthy competition among its power-hungry pirate mates. Decades of fighting every conceivable battle and foe turned the Pho Arghos into an experienced veteran, but also fed its ego way past the point of healthy confidence. And so Stun never saw the end of the Vah'Jra coming, when their zealous leaders ran their entire fleet into the grinder.
When the pirate group was shattered by only a fraction of the military forces of the galactic committee, Stun was smart enough betray some of its pirate comrades, using them as a distraction to disappear in the chaos of burning space ships. But the Arghos was not fit for an entirely independent life, so it started working as a hired gun for merchants and smugglers soon after, staying in the shallow waters of mildly illegal commerce.
To Stun's great humiliation, the galactic law eventually caught up. By sheer coincidence, no less. One unlucky day, several years after the downfall of the Vah'Jra, the Arghos ran into some old pirate 'friends'. Coincidentally they were the exact 'friends' Stun had 'persuaded' to help facilitate it's escape back then. The pirates were not happy about their reunion with the Arghos who essentially left them with their pants down on the wreckage of their burning pirate fleet. While the hybrid ended the ensuing brawl fairly quickly, it did so right in front of the law's ever-observant eye. They managed to connect the Pho Arghos to its old reputation, and suddenly Stun's charges went from double homicide to capital war crimes.
But Stun didn't want to stop existing. So it chose the only acceptable option - borderline-suicidal space exploration. And they even allowed the Arghos to keep it's rifle, so life really wouldn't be any worse than before.

Personality:
Like most Arghos, Stun is a rational, calculating and stoic creature. It likes efficiency and sympathises with people who think practical, as it considers most other races 'too emotional'. That being said, Stun isn't always the most efficient individual itself and likes to ask a lot of unnecessary questions, particularly when confronted with unfamiliar things. Unlike most Arghos however, it also developed a fairly healthy ego and a cryptic sense of humor that often rubs people the wrong way. Stun has no moral compass to speak of and considers the lifes of non-mission-essential individuals objectively worthless, which usually causes a healthy dose of distrust in others. It will however fight valiantly, zealously even if the life of an important squadmate or superior is in danger. While not exactly evasive, the hybrid doesn't go out of it's way to bond with people or the crew of the Monroe. Like all Arghos, it hates AIs and has a particular dislike for non-Arghos technology.

Weapon: Stun carries one of the customised Pho-Rifles the Pho Arghos are known for. This beast of a weapon fires small, corrosives projectiles made of biomass that eat through non-regenerative armor coating and sear flesh. It can fire in a shotgun-like pattern or in full auto bursts, but due to its low effective range and precision the weapon is best used at short distances.

Star-fighter?: None. In fact, Stun is practically unable to fly at all.

Family/Relationship?: Pho Arghos society does not encourage family structures. Being relatively new to the Monroe-crew, there are no bonds to speak of.

Other: Stun is surprisingly effective at hand-to-hand combat. It also loves cats. Finally, Stun has no specific gender, since its race is entirely genderless and unable to reproduce. It also doesn't care about how it is addressed, so whatever the Monroe crew comes up with is fine.

[Hawlin]

Kaite

Name: T3-073
AKA: '(Anything as long as he knows he's being addressed)', Kaite('Kite')
Age: 3 (appears 14-18 (Mentally 30ish))
Race

Aylv

'The Children of Aylv', 'The Lost Boys', 'Space Rats'...
Roughly ten years ago, these names surfaced on the news following reports of acclaim regarding the successes of the Triganavia corporation. Their 'new-man' project, this creature that could survive hostile conditions and trauma, all based on the exposure of their pharmaceutical end. Making human clones wasn't enough, it was about the 99.5% accuracy in their treatments. After pushs from military backers to produce something more substantial than a morally questionable ration supplement, strides were taken to enhance and test the intelligence of their specimens to serve on front lines in measures to rival simple artificial intelligence. This challenge was taken farther than expected as the specimens were edged on with no actual goal, mostly to see how far beyond human limitations technology and science could reach without the chains of limitation.
It only took Triganavia three years before their security couldn't keep up with the creations who had learned to 'play dumb' and even 'play defective' after trial and error. What humanity saw as failure, these 'Children of Aylv' knew as exploitation.
A clock ticked over to 3:50pm and the revolution was born. Triganavia was dismantled overnight as two batches of one-hundred with fifty being in formidable condition incited a collective uprising against those who would otherwise use them for cosmetics, medical testing and meat supplements.
In a statement against humanity, after years of piracy after utilizing the escape pods to inhabit and take down other ships, the 'Children of Aylv' pried the remains of Triganavia from Mars, adding their birthplace to a hive which they call 'The Spire'.
This citadel was made from hobbling together a few light-speed capable crafts with shield-integration, it is likely to drift in the Terran neighboring clusters, though its whereabouts are widely unknown. The established fear is in the stolen genetics technology in their possession which they call 'The Nightmare Machine' for its use to create abominations who serve most roles. In these ten years, few actual sightings of the fifty or so Aylvs have been made...or the survivors of raids are reluctant to speak of it.

Appearance

Androgynous, Kaite stands at a physically unimposing 4.7ft. A small black tattoo of T4-073 is printed into the left side of his neck which his hair covers. His hair is sheen with what seems like white but fades to a light blonde-ish pink as the hair length continues; the follicles holding a mild bioluminescence. It holds a slight wave to it and is usually worn about 6-7 wavy inches long, covering an eye. From that protrudes long bunny ears with similarly colored fur, though the short hair is mainly white with little bioluminescence. The bushy fluff of his tail shares these qualities. Heterochromatic eyes, with a similar glow as his hair, leave the left amber and the right a brilliant sapphire, though this is obscured by an eyepatch which they alternate between eyes. This relays sensor diagnostics and trajectory, flourishing in the waves of aim assists granted by simple objective input. This input is fed through Kaite's eyepatch...though he simply looks on with the HUD listing irrelevant information.
Kaite's taste in clothes is a tad eccentric and often accentuate his slim figure. (example with mid-thigh stockings and knee-high boots)

Concept

Faction: Marauder, Children of Aylv
Role in Team?: Weapons Expert, chef (Licensed for operations in most ship-side weaponry, piloting/navigations and even small-arms training...but arguably good reasons were found to disallow this)

Bio

There were five of us, and I suppose I am the oldest, now. We were made with no purpose, cooked up just to show it could be done. Rigorous training and even sleepless nights of tasking built us up for some unseen goal. I could only wonder why, as speaking wasn't allowed outside of tests and punishment for noncompliance was doled out the same way regardless of the offence. Thankfully, I only had to be beaten senseless to understand my design wasn't to offer suggestions.
Whoever the display was for did not seem particularly impressed by us as three of my brothers died from health complications. The fourth started with chewing his nails, though his appetite...changed. By the time the guards came in response to the sounds coming from our cell, I had already choked the life out of the creature who my brother became.

Then it was me.

I was assumed defective, what with the murder and all, and Doctor Jericho sold me to a suicide squad bound for who knew where. Likely, they didn't know, either, but it was made clear that I had little say in how badly my previous keepers wanted to be rid of me.
This 'Raymond' has been nice enough, though I have a feeling that he does not like me as I have been mostly assigned to cook for him and the crew. Though it is a necessity for survival to have sustenance, I hope I can have a chance to be more useful.

Personality

On paper, '073' has a violent streak of disproportionate tendencies where they could come off confrontational and hostile. In all actuality, '073' is conditioned to be fairly timid and polite, if anything. With little social experience to base interactions on, 073 tries to compose himself to in order to accommodate their disposition.
He is caring and determined, though distant and vicious if there should be an upset in his goals. Limitations to cells or testing chambers has dulled his perspective of reality, and the world outside of the walls fascinates him to no end.
In spite of their otherwise composed and even innocent demeanor, Kaite is a fear-biter and won't hesitate to defend himself and any others he deems worth it. Fickle as his temperament can be, he seeks direction and a frightened animal is best had on your side than left to roam free. Kaite does what hes told, often to the letter. Skittish around robots.

He is compassionate and caring, though objectively so...almost to the point of it seeming disingenuous at times, which it may very well be.
Much of 'His' disposition is disgustingly skewed and based off racial disposition, especially directed towards humanity. Without the common grounds of his free brethren, 'Kaite' has faded into an estranged religion invented by the Aylv.
'Distant Fish' is the name which they have given what they had supposedly seen within emotional turmoil and time spent staring into the one-way windows of their enclosures. Strangely, this behavior is shared throughout his kind, even years after the founders of the faith faded into obscurity...and without outside influence or contact.

Weapon(s) : 'Sandcastle' Custom PWD (12 round clip .45 acp) often holstered on left thigh.

Star-fighter?: Licensed to fly and engage combat maneuvers, let alone basic navigations and landings. Not in possession of a ship.

Family/Relationship?:

Other:
- Kaite speaks vith zeh slightest ouf accents vhich I intend to inflict upon readers.
- Has an assigned room, though doesn't often use it in favor of unconventional spaces like broom closets

[TheHumbleMagnificent]

Name: Makobi
AKA: The Puppet Master.
Age: 40
Race: Onrilian

Appearance

Like most Onrilians, Makobi is about a meter tall. Though practically a humanoid child's height, Onrilians are known for being extremely durable, able to pick up more than three times their body weight. He has two stumpy appendages protruding from his skull where extensive auditory canals can pick up on various types of sounds.

Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Loadmaster/Merchant

Bio: Makobi was exonerated for over 34 counts of illegal interstellar drug/smuggled goods/xeno trafficking and distribution charges, while conspiring with some of the most powerful crime syndicates in the galaxy. He ran an industrial mining and extraction shell corp to blanket his shady business affairs - which is still operating to this day - laundering his money through other subsidiary businesses he owned throughout the galaxy. It was a well-oiled machine that he ran for over a decade, until an anonymous informant tipped off the Galactic Committee of Investigation.

Caught red-handed, he was forced to make a deal. In order to be clear of his charges, not only did he have to sign up with an expedition force, but he also had to rat out the locations of where the major crime syndicates perform their drug operations. All allegations are kept hidden from public record with the exception of an embezzlement charge. Because of the success of his regular businesses, and their association with some major corporations, a deal was made to cover up the books by shifting the blame to Makobi with a trumped up charge. Doing so ushered in new CEOs and board members, all of whom were appointed by those same major corporations and a few Galactic Committee members looking to keep their pockets lined up.

Though Makobi ultimately got shafted from the empire he built from the ground up, he saw the Marauders as a second chance at life. However, old habits die hard, as he often catches himself from making big time moves like the old days.

Personality: The Onrillian knows how to work a crowd. He's bubbly, socially active, and energetic - but not to the point where you feel like you're suffocating. Makobi keeps his cool and is great at reading people, regardless of their race or culture. With such a charming demeanor, you'd never think in a million years that he was once associated with some of the most infamous lords of the criminal underworld.

Equipment:
In the cargo hold and hangar bay, Makobi uses the help of three dock worker drones: Edgar, Allan, and Poe.

Edgar

Edgar is in charge of scanning and keeping track of inventory, updating lists and compiling projections like expiration dates and temperature demands for each cargo unit. He also calculates estimated trade values for stocked items in surrounding star sectors.

Allan & Poe

Allan (Top) does all the welding, cutting open, and putting back together of any and all cargo units that need repair or have been damaged. Poe helps with the actual transfer, able to lift around 4,000 kg worth of cargo containers.

Exoskeleton

Jumping into this suit enables Makaboi to perform regular tasks as if he were 2 meters tall. The cockpit is located right in the suit's chest, but he prefers to keep it open so people can see him.

Loading Dock Mech

The LDM 400 is a multipurpose transfer and loading mech, the ideal tool when receiving large shipments. Makobi is a master driver with these, but he needs to have his exoskeleton suit on in order to reach all of the controls.

Other: Makobi is one of the original members of the Marauder crew. He's called The Puppet Master because of his ability to control an exoskeleton suit while efficiently driving and operating an LDM 400 with relative ease. When the Monroe is docked and there are no shipments to inventory, Makobi will set up shop (circumstance permitted) with:

The Fat Crab

A collapsible and expandable bazaar that has a small bar, restaurant, and trade post that can traverse most terrain. It's a great way to find out about the locals, and also suck them dry of their money via gambling, or auctioning items at a marked up price.

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Makobi's main areas of operation on board the Monroe:

"Alright lemme give everyone a quick tour!"

Hangar Bay

"So the hangar bay where all ships are stored is the first thing you see when you enter from the rear docking gate. You see the striped floor from the bottom of the picture going to your right, and then swinging left to a lower section? That takes you to the cargo hold.."

Cargo Hold

"This is where all outbound and incoming shipments are stowed. Not much goes on here, apart from moving a bunch of containers around, but I like to use the space for an occasional pow wow with the crew."

[Hailfire]

Name: Ashley (Ash for short.) Hunter
AKA: Pride (In the context of the deadly sin.)
Sex: Female.
Age: 23
Race: Human.

Appearance.

Height: 5' 7"
Skin colour and tone: White, slightly tanned.
Hair colour: Naturally bleached blonde
Hair Style: Ashley sports a rough and short tomboyish haircut.
Eye colour: Ice blue.
Tattoos: A pair of angelic wings tattooed on her back.
Clothes: Ashley generally favours a jeans/tank top combo with a brown leather aviators jacket emblazoned with a gold lion's face on the right shoulder. She can however, should she see fit, opt for something more girly.
Makeup: Normally wears eyeliner and mascara.

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Faction: Marauder, Criminal.
Role in Team: Cat Burglar/combat engineer.

Bio:

Ashley Hunter chose to crew the Marauder as an alternative to facing trial for numerous successful, high-value and high-profile robberies she had performed under the alias of Pride, the deadly sin. Each and every crime Pride was credited with was performed with a similar modus operendi; A stealthy infiltration, a high-profile snatch and grab, followed by a swift escape before authorities could secure Pride or the stolen goods, zero fatalities. Whilst Pride made every effort to flaunt her wealth as she performed her crimes, this was in fact a parody of Ashley's own somewhat humble origins and done with the intent to highlight the obnoxious wealth of her victims.

Born in the year 2458 Ashley was eight when The Fall hit New Eden and the planet's population plummeted from the low billions to zero as The Harvesters reawakened and stormed the planet's surface. Ashley and her parents were amongst the few to escape the slaughter. Stranded in space the family and other survivors sought refuge on the nearest occupied planet in the Alpha Centauri only to find to their shock that the planet refused to allow them land. Aid would only be provided if the refugees agreed to join the planet's asteroid mining programme. It was here that Ashley learned many of the engineering skills that enabled her to perform her later crimes.

Living in squalid 3rd world conditions Asteroid Miners would, much like a travelling circus of sorts, set up camp on a portion of an asteroid belt, constructing their own structures before beginning to harvest the asteroids for precious metals until finished then moving on to repeat the process. Needless to say such work was incredibly dangerous and widespread hostility developed towards the authorities who kept them here and the outside parties who ignored their plight. Ashley fell in with one of the more extreme crowds and, at age sixteen, participated in a raid on the precious metals depository, funding the escape of the thieves and their families, excluding her own who had died two years prior.

For a time after Ashley's escape it seemed she would settle into a reasonably comfortable life using the substantial surplus of wealth that she had received from the depository robbery. Whilst she had cut her ties to most of the thieves she had escaped with Dillan Forester, a man of strong religious convictions, took on the role of foster father to her. The two used their wealth to found a prestigious orphanage for children of The Fall. Despite this newfound headstart in life within two years Ashley had received numerous minor charges for anti-social behaviour, reckless conduct whilst thrillseeking, and resisting arrest. Each time when Dillan questioned as to why she did what she did she replied that her pride would not permit her to bow to the authorities that had ignored her plight in the past, and thus Pride was born. Worried that if Ashley's behaviour continued as it was she would be eventually be convicted and relegated to a life going in and out of prison, Dillan reluctantly began to tutor, aid and abet her in how to perform crimes without being caught, on the condition that she perform only the crimes he gave the go ahead.

Having begun a life in career crime Ashley and Dillan laundered money from the numerous heists they performed back to themselves via a network of 'anonymous donors' to the orphanage they created and managed to live lavish lifestyles even for the first world, becoming well-known philanthropists in their area even as Pride's reputation for crime increased. Pride was known for her outfits, stylised around lion imagery and copious use of the colour gold, leaving calling cards, and the professionalism of her work. By the time of her capture in late 2480 Pride had become an underworld celebrity, by which point she had a total bounty that could have amounted to a small fortune. In this regard perhaps, Ashley is fortunate that she was captured by Galactic Committee security rather than any other, less earnest security force.

Ashley has been designated high-risk when it comes to escape from The Marauder crew and has been assured that should she attempt to flee her assets, including the orphanage, will be seized.

Pride Captured: A short story

Ashley's boots fastened to the surface of Cloud-9 with a thunk audible only through the sleek shell of her sleek, stylised space suit. She took a moment to appraise the space station she had landed upon alongside the endless starscape of space from which she was separated by little more than a bulletproof pane of glass. For a moment all was peaceful, then the pilot's drawling Texan accent sounded starkly across her com-link and Ashley was snapped violently from her reverie.

"Alllrighty then boss... You're on your own from here on out." came his voice to which she replied:

"Understood Falcon." Her own voice soft, carrying with it the tonalities and mild gruffness of the Irish working class. "Be ready to extract back here in 20 or via the observation deck if things go tits-up."

"Roger that." Came the reply, efficient and trustworthy in it's delivery.

Any idiot could simply blow a hole in the surface of a space station and charge in guns blazing. To enter without so much as changing the air pressure as Ashley was trying to do took specialist equipment, extensive experience and patience. Ashley had truly taken advantage of the lack of gravity in space when packing for this job and her modular rucksack, if it could be called that, was disproportionately large compared to her form; in earth gravity it would have weighed an easy 80 kilos. She slipped it off her back and fastened it to the surface of Cloud-9 on using magnetic clamps. Next came a little construction work.

Setting a circular device beside her rucksack Ashley set to work with a welding iron, securing the 3 foot wide and 6 inch thick disc in place on the surface of Cloud-9. Once unfurled the tube of plastic sheeting within would form the temporary air lock Ashley needed, allowing her to infiltrate the space station upon which she stood without compromising the air pressure and, thereby without giving away her presence. Ashley broke into a sweat as the clock kept ticking. Fifteen minutes remaining. She unfurled the tube of sheeting from the device and connected a hose from her rucksack to the base of the plastic airlock she had created. This would later flood the airlock with air and equalise the pressure of it with that within the space station.

Clambering into her makeshift airlock with only the equipment she would need for the next leg of her robbery, Ashley pulled the lid closed behind her and let it pressurise, biting her tongue as her ears popped from the quick change. Thirteen minutes remaining, no time to grumble about the discomfort caused by accelerated repressurisation. Even with the considerable reduction of equipment between landing and climbing into her air-lock, space was tight. Ashley was grateful she had insisted on pushing so much of the last robberies take towards equipment for this job as her miniature circular saw set to work, carving a hole into the surface of Cloud-9 just big enough for her to clamber through into the space station beyond. Eleven minutes remaining.

Cloud-9, originally known as Space Station 9 for it's position orbiting Pluto, the 9th planet (or planetoid) orbiting the Earth's sun, was now the solar system's premier tourist satellite. Home of the solar system's classiest casinos, hotels, art exhibitions and of course, the system's largest diamond, Cloud-9 was the perfect front for it's criminal run conglomerate to run it's operations from. Yakuza, Mafia, Triads; If they did crime and they did it organised, odds are they were based here. Of course, Ashley cared little about that beyond the fact that her victims could afford the loss they were about to take, she was here for the diamond.

"Staying focussed in there Ashley?" Came that all-too-familiar Texan accent down the com-link.

"Of course I am Dilla... What did I say about names over unsecured coms Falcon? Stop being a wanker. I'm doing my job. You focus on yours. Get your professional hat on." Ashley barked back down the line, glancing around to catch her bearings.

As planned Ashley had found herself in a junction within Cloud-9's extensive labyrinth of long forgotten air vents and maintenance shafts. The station's artificial gravity had taken effect now and so, somewhat disorientating, Ashley now stood upon the opposite side of the same sheet of metal she had moments ago been clinging to in the vacuum of outer space. The shaft led forwards, backwards and upwards. Ignoring the ladder Ashley took a grenade launcheresque device and fired it directly upwards, revelling in the quiet whirring of climbing ropes unfurling until the magnetic hook met it's destination with a muted thunk. Ashley hooked herself to the mechanical winch and began her assent at speed. Eight minutes remaining.

With a jolt Ashley stopped and climbed into a side vent, colours becoming more vivid by the moment and her pulse accelerating as adrenalin kicked in. Only moments to go now. She crept down the tight vent in miniscule motions to avoid making even the slightest sound if it could be avoided. Each second dragged, seeming to Ashley to become an eternity until at last she could see through a grille into the room below, her target in sight. She fastened a cable above the vent and took a moment to notify her getaway driver of the situation.

"Falcon... The egg is in the nest... Magpie is ready to go." She hissed into the microphone before drawing her handgun and firing three near silent flechette rounds into the screws keeping the vent in place on one side. No delicacy here, four minutes remaining, alarms would be triggered but by the time a response team had arrived she would be halfway back down the vents again and Falcon would be in place to retrieve her. The rest of the bullets in her gun were tranquilisers in case of emergency. At least that was the plan. Cold dread set it's icy tentacles into Ashley's heart as she rappelled through the now open grille only to see bewildered faces looking up at her masked figure. Fuck... The vault was not supposed to be open to the public today.

Suddenly everything was a frenzy of motion. Screams erupted from a crowd of pampered looking patrons wearing everything from pompadours to pretty polka dot dresses and they fled in every direction one could possibly think of to run, someone got tangled in her rappel line and with a crunch Ashley heard the sickening sound of her winch breaking, the vents were no longer an option. Ashley slapped a plastic explosive to the glass of the diamond's display tank and crouched as the glass fragmented into a million tiny shards, sparing no time in reaching within to grab the hefty diamond within. She stuffed it into her utility belt and screamed down her microphone. "PLAN B FALCON! WE'RE USING PLAN B!"

If Falcon replied Ashley certainly didn't hear it, she was already running out through the vault door and into the arts gallery beyond. To her great fortune the guards hadn't seemed to identify the threat as of yet but that quickly changed as she bolted past them and someone shouted. "THAT'S HER! GET THAT ***T!"

A torrential downpour of fully automatic gunfire sounded as Ashley bolted around a corner, sensing the proximity of the bullets by the force they exerted on the air around her and goading her to run even faster. Plan B was sloppy, the definition of an emergency exit. Whilst planning her raid Ashley had checked the visitor checklist for the VIP Observation deck on this floor. It was deserted, no bookings for the entire day, which was in fact a large part of why they had picked today. Ashley would get to the VIP Observation deck and then Falcon would come crashing in through the window, the bulkhead would seal protecting those inside Cloud-9 and Ashley would be protected from the vacuum of space by her spacesuit as she clambered aboard Falcon and hopefully, to safety. Of course, as Ashley rounded the corner Ashley's heart sank. The observation deck was full and, judging by the guards uniforms, of Galactic Committee members no less. Ashley screeched to a halt, hands held high as a dozen firearms drew on her in the observation deck.

"FREEZE BY COMMAND OF THE GALACTIC COMMITTEE!" Ordered a red-faced guard down the barrel of his gun.

Ashley nodded to the guard and, quietly, with calm moderation, Ashley spoke down her microphone.

"Abort extraction Falcon. Civilians on deck... this is Ashley Hunter, out."

-END-

Personality: Brash and perhaps slightly arrogant, Ashley has a negative attitude to most authority figures imposed by any official group. This being said, once engaged in a task Ashley can be very helpful and she enjoys a good party.

Equipment:

Seburo C-X (Compact-Xploder) pistol: Fires .45 calibre rounds at semi automatic only. Its unusual magazine design allows the pistol to hold 21 rounds (including one in the chamber) despite the large calibre. The Compact-Xploder is something of a status weapon and isn't cheap or easy to come by. Where possible Ashley will try to access specialist ammo like tranquilisers and flechette rounds. Add-ons: Holster, 2 spare magazines.

Stylised "Pride" Atmos-suit. Combat Edition: Custom ordered to meet Ashley's specifications this Atmos-suit is designed to enable Ashley to switch quickly from operating within the vacuum of space to mission-ready with minimal adjustment. As such it is lightweight and features polymer plates of ballistic armour across her torso, thighs shoulders, and helmet. Far from being low-profile however large swathes of the suit are coloured gold and the helmet faceplate is emblazoned with a simplified lions face.

Family/Relationship:
-Dillan Forester is a surrogate father to Ashley after her own died in the Asteroid Mining fields.
-Ashley has a wary attitude towards alien species, having come from a primarily human occupied area of space.
Other:

[boomlover]

Name: Pip Bernadotte
AKA: french fries
Age: 37
Race: Human
Appearance:
Faction: Marauder
Role in Team?: Assassin
Bio: Connecting.... Connecting... Welcome to the committee criminal database..... You have searched for " Pip Bernadotte"
Searching....searching...."I'm sorry no logs have been found."
You can hear a robotic chuckle as Pip closes that database and turns around looking at you." So you wanted to know my history don't you?" You nod and wait for him to say anything. He looks at you for a while and then starts to talk his robotic voice scaring the ever living crap out of you." Well Since the committee still has nothing on me i suppose it would be wise to start from the begging?" You nod not saying a word." Damm your a weird one probably the reason i let you interview me. I was born and raised in the beautiful city of Paris. My family was rich and famous and had a lot of money. Now how would they gain such massive wealth you may ask? Well that's very simple my family is so rich because of our unique jobs. Which is as you can imagine killing." You swear you can see some movement behind the mask and he appears to be grinning." And we are extremely good at it. But i'm getting of track. I was the youngest of three sons. The other two where no assassin material to kind and peaceful. But me? Killing was basically my hobby. My father noticed this and trained me in all the ways of the assassin" He stops to let you catch up with your writing and continues." He trained me well and i honor him for it. My first mission was simple. Murder a gang boss out of line. I remember how i sniped the idiot from a distance." He chuckles clearly seeming to enjoy the old memories."HA and my next one oh the next one! You should have seen the look on that politicians face as i butchered his family in front of him. Fucking priceless i tell ya!" You remain silent not knowing what to say." Jesus man not even a smirk? anyways i'm getting of track. So after doing the same thing over and over again.I got bored so i left Earth to find more dangerous missions. You got that shit writen down?" You nod and wait for him to continue." First one was on mars needed to assassinate some politician or whatever. Shitty thing was that he was one goddamn train. And boy are those things hard to get on. So after a moment of thinking i decided to go for the less baddas option and just blow up the train. I mean it worked but it just didn't feel personal enough. I couldn't even stab some one do you know how fun it is to stab someone !?" You want to say something but remain silent." And again with the silence? Is this a thing where doing now? Wait! don't answer that. Lets just get this shit over with." You sigh in relief as you grab your data-pad." So after that little explosive mission. I Left the solar system for some more special missions. I had to kill a Tu'Veeri diplomat. And as you can see it did not go that well. Apparently those guys knew a thing or two about me and where prepared. And when i mean prepared i mean totally blew to crap and then made into Swiss cheese. They then left me to die. After that i don't remember anything." Pip seems quit for a while apparently thinking of some painful memories" After that i woke up in a high tech lab. With this suit. My dad had apparently been keeping an eye on me and picked up my body brought it to the most advanced lab in that area and made me into the baddas cyborg that i am today. I do miss my pee pee though." You laugh at the last comment he made and immediately as he grabs his energy sword and aims it at your throat." Bad move man very bad move."
You close your eyes and await your demise instead you feel something being thrown at you. You look at what appears to be a green jelly bean." Eat it." You look up at him." EAT THE GODDAMN JELLYBEAN !!"You quickly eat it But before your realize it you cant breath anymore." Yeah sorry kid but you where my next target. You can thank your rich dad for that. Still thanks for the interview it was fun talking about my past." He stands up and walks away as you fall on the ground trying to catch some air." Well choke you later." He laughs as he leaves the small room leaving you there to slowly die.

Personality: Pip. This guy is totaly insane. Loves to kill people in any way shape or form. Wether its poison, explosives,stabbing and bullets. But even though he is insane he does not kill randomly. I mean he loves doing it but he doesnt randomly throw and old lady in front of a car. ( when he is not drunk anyway) And when he is not killing people He usually fucks with people. And if you somehow apparently gain his trust. He might and i mean just Might show his face to you! As for anything else he is just a total ass. who likes to smoke cigars when no one is around. He does this is private because no one can see his face.
Weapon(s) : ( Oh boy this is gonna be fun)

He calls these two susan and alex. These are the weapons he uses from long distance. There quick there painful and there his favorite things to use.

His main weapon in combat this beauty of a sword is able to to cut through almost everything. And it makes a nice sounds when he uses it.

He uses these knifes for two things. The first is throwing them and killing his enemies when he is being stealthy. And he also uses them to torture people.

His suit: Now why would i mention his suit? The reason for this is because the suit is a weapon it self. His arms and legs have been completely turned into metal Which makes him able to run and maneuver faster. His hands and feet also have the ability to be magnetized which makes him able to walk up against walls and traverse the outside hulls of a space ship. And to top it all of. He can remove body parts like his hand and use it as a grenade. This however causes the problem of him not having a hand. He is also able to breath in the vacuum of space for at least a few hours. Now the real weak point of Pip is that his robotic parts are very hard to fix when they have been damaged. And what makes it worse is that Pip Really doesn't care about that. This can make him less combat effective after a mission.

Family/Relationship? He still keeps in touch with his father and no one else. As for relationships? Well if your into weird robot stuff he is the man you need. But only women he isn't gay.
Other: none

[agentmanatee]

L'Azul

Name: L'Azul
AKA: Newt

Age: 53

Race: Kautada

Appearance: Kautada are a strange race of small, amphibious, salamander like creatures. The race has pale skin, slightly overlarge heads, small prehensile tails, webbed feet and fringe gills on the sides of their necks. Their eyes are solid red orbs and their skin is often moist and shiny with four arms. L'Azul is no exception, he stands at about 5'3, a bit tall for his race, with four arms and finged gills. He, like most of his race, is often smiling and carries himself happily. His hands are almost always moving, adjusting tools or jotting down notes in his messy hand writing or desperately trying to find what he needs amongst a mess of disorganized papers. He is hairless, like all of his race, and in his gills are small tube-like containers filled with a concoction of water and a slimy substance. His skin is coated in the substance which is not unlike slimy water, and his gills take in the rest. He has a small metal protrusion at the base of his neck which is his only outward cybernetic enhancement, being a reaction booster.

He most often wears a silver bomber jacket with several symbols along his shoulders, under which is a simple black shirt. for time in arid enviroments he has a special rig he hooks along his neck in order to breathe and remain moist. He does not often look the ppart of a scientist, to be quite frank, preferring a more casual appearance.

Salamander inspiration for appearance of race

Faction: Marauder

Role in Team: Chief Science officer

Bio: : L'Azul was, and is, a bio-mechanical engineer with more PHD's than any human could attain in a lifetime. Born on the Kautada homeworld, while no prodigy he was far above the average intelligence of his own hyper intelligent race long before he began artificially enhancing it as is normal. After graduating from one of the more prestigous state run universities on his homeworld L'Azul was eager to cut his teeth on something important, even groundbreaking. This, was where Jericho came in. Doctor Jericho Sinclair offerd the young scientist a direct and directorial role at a company getting back on its feet after some... setbacks. The company seemed to be exactly what L'Azul was looking for, the firm having made several important discoveries and breakthroughs... even if they did have one too many lines blacked out in their dossier to be comfortable, but L'Azul happily accepted the position. To the young Kautada was placed as part of what seemd to be some sort of super soldier project, largely dealing with embryotic enhancement and testing, with a few more developed subjects used on occasion. Many of the dosage's, concoctions and... genetic testing seemd mildly off to him, but he pressed on with his research and testing. It was often hard as Doctor Jericho seemed extremely tempermental with the testing and implementation, often requiring the team to re-start from scratch after some perceived failure even when things had been far better than expected. But, all was not lost.

After awhile, L'Azul came closer and closer to a breakthrough in dealing with a more mature subject. His prototype was everything Jericho and the companies mysterious board were looking for. But, shortly before he had a chance to finish fine tuning and revealing his prototype, he was layed off and the project shut down. More than a little miffed, and having lost many of his more advanced records, he still had his personal notes. He locked them away somewhere only he knew for safekeeping and set about looking for new opportunities... unfourtanetly they never came. Shortly after his being 'layed off' authorities from the Kautada broke into L'Azul's home and personal laboratory and arrested him. The scientist was brought before the council and accused of multiple extreme ethical violations while under the employ of the company. Unbeknownst to L'Azul the company, and more specifically Doctor Jericho, had set him up as a fall-man. While he had guessed everything had not been 100% ethical, the things he was accused of during his ensuing trial were truly sickening, things he had no idea about or control over. Eventually, due to an inability to tie any of it directly to the young Kautada the council gave him a choice. He could either choose service on the Monroe as a chief scientist and bio-mechanical engineer, or he could be kept in holding for a possibly indefinite amount of time while his trial became tied up in the courts. With little in the way of real choice, he decided service was preferable to imprisonment. And so, he was shipped to the Monroe.... but not before he could secretly get his notes, lest something in there damn him... besides, a good researcher never lost his notes.

Personality: Despite his past, like much of his race he often has a sunny and active
personality. It is difficult for the Kautada to open up about anything sad or upsetting, meaning he often tries very hard to avoid speaking about his past or why he is indeed on the Monroe now. He seeks to be everyones friend, but is close to very few. Those few who have gotten extremely close to him have noted he is prone to bouts of melancholy when out of sight and alone, a rather worrying state for one of his race/

Weapon(s) : Personal heavy caliber, bio-capsule side arm.

Sidearm

Family/Relationship: None he has maintained contact with.

Other: None