Jones Sparrow

The Marauders

@DeathXtheXTree

My next post will definitely involve Ray trying to get you back up. Tango will probably inform Ray that the coordinates were lost at the last second, which will have Ray desperately trying to wake Tahillie up while the rat people charge up their biggest attack hahaha

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Raymond with medical tools would not benefit anyone's health onboard the Monroe, that's why he's staying in his natural habitat: protecting his precious ship while angry people are trying to obliterate it hahaha

And for a crew of mostly criminals that haven't slept in days, I think we are doing rather well at not killing each other

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@Kronshi

Hmm... we could have maybe a pilot, someone who's the best when it comes to aerial combat

For some reason a team cook popped into my mind. Like some grizzled hardened space adventurer who is a jack of all trades, and very familiar with the art of kitchen knife fighting hahaha

I'm not sure if we have a designated ship repairman, someone who is in charge of the monroe's engines and other technical issues that can be fixed

There are a ton of possibilities, so if you get an idea just run it by Akaya and I!

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@Kronshi

Sure! we did leave a spot for ya after all! but I think we gotta wait until Akaya gives the okay as well (she most likely will haha)

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@boomlover

I think so too, you gotta explain yourself to Addy hahaha, good luck with that!

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haha you guys are cutting yourself short! I'm not a great writer whatsoever, but you guys put a lot of detail and description on your posts, and they are always fun to read! Its cool to see everyone's writing style and their preferences

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Rereading all we've wrote so far is really fun! I know I've already said this, but you guys are really freaking great writers! This story has me on the edge of my seat! I'm glad to be writing with you guys!

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@Akayaofthemoon

Your day was clearly more eventful and productive than mine haha... all I did was hear Stallone yell "AAADDDRRRIIIAAANNNNN!!!" for a few hours

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Hahaha it was a very quiet day on the forum, I had a Rocky movie marathon all day after seeing the new Creed movie haha

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Although there was a sense of tension and chaos, the Marauders were like a high operating machine. Everyone had their part to play, everyone was important to this crew, without one, the rest of them would fall...When his suit was fully off he made his way towards a console in the main deck that showed the status of the Monroe. His head throbbed from the little show out in the debris fields, and the scene he saw was still fresh in his mind. It had been a while since he's seen his mother in his head like that. It was a strange feeling, and an even stranger when when he came to and Rae was staring at him with worry. She always had a calmness to her, especially during injuries... But then again Raymond was never unconscious, floating aimlessly in space before. He was grateful she was there.

Addy entertained a highly stressed crew with her response to Raymond's sit rep, which made a faint smile spread on Ray's lips. "Glad to see your dream of becoming a radio talk show host hasn't died, Addy. And Thank you Tango for censoring her colorful language." Raymond replied, examining the screen. Meghan was doing a good job of protecting the ship from enemies. The explosion did minor damage to the ship, and from the looks of it Elyse found the mystery man and held him in an airlock.

Addy was on her way to help Elyse. "Monroe be advised we have an unknown target onboard the ship. The medic bay is the safest location, so if anything were to go wrong, lock yourself in there." Raymond played the message to everyone's personal comm system so the mystery man couldn't hear. You could never be too careful.

"One minute and twenty seconds until warp, Captain." Tango said calmly. Raymond left the console and looked out the large glass window and into the cosmos. Debris was everywhere, and from what he remembered the ship looking like, it was their biggest they've seen. Was it their commanding officer's vessel?

"Captain, the enemy seemed to have ceased fire." Tango said. Raymond raised an eyebrow. "They haven't stopped shooting at us ever since they've been tracking us..." Raymond murmured, looking at the scene before them. "Meghan hold your fire but don't put your guard down. something's not right--"

"Incoming message."

"Incoming message? From who?" Raymond walked to Tango's physical form in front of the ship controls. The message started to play, and it was nothing but squeaks and snarls, which made Raymond tilt his head. "I don't suppose you know how to speak naked mole rat?" Raymond asked the robot casually. "You mean Sekvali? They are saying that you have killed their commander, and are now not holding back on attacks. They say they will leave us alone if we turn in the human responsible for exploding his ship." Raymond leaned on the table and Tango's chair, tapping his finger lightly.

"How much longer until we can get the hell out of here?" Raymond asked calmly, glancing back and forth between the controls and the enemy ships. "Forty five more seconds... Uh oh."

"What? What's 'uh oh'?" Raymond demanded.

"Heat signatures are picking up their main cannons. All five ships aiming at the hull!"

"Shit. Meghan get ready! Tango move the stabilization fields towards the med bay and airlock four where Addy and Elyse are!" Raymond tapped his ear, climbing into the Captain's seat. He was now taking control of the Monroe. "Monroe I have some good news and some bad news. The good news is that their commanding officer blew up on that ship earlier. Bad news is is that the remaining enemy ships are giving us everything we've got. I'll keep us safe, but it'll be a bumpy ride. The stabilizers will keep the doctors from moving around." Raymond said through the ship intercom.

"Incoming fire!" Tango yelled. Raymond pressed buttons, and in that instant the Monroe's engines sprang into full power, moving sharply to the right, barely missing missiles from the enemy ships. "Alright, you wanna dance? Lets dance." Ray muttered to himself, pushing the throttle forward, activating the defense guns. With these and Meghan's shooting skills, they could absolutely survive the worst they throw at the Monroe for thirty more seconds.