Jones Sparrow

The Marauders (2018)

Hey everyone,

I know I’ve been gone for a little while, and you all probably hate me haha. Every time I feel like I’m back in control of everything going on, another obstacle shows up. I’ve been working hard and studying for my degree for the past few weeks, and didn’t really have time to get back on.

And on Thursday once I finished my finals, I got a call from my dad saying that my grandma passed away. She made herself a rum and coke late at night while my aunt and uncle went to dinner, and they came back to find her on the floor. Paramedics said she wasn’t in any pain, and our family knew that she has been wanting to go for a while now.

I’m absolutely not trying to make you guys feel sorry for me or to feel bad for me, just trying to explain why I’ve been in and out of the site for quite some time now. I’m flying across the country for her funeral, and once that is done, I’ll be back on the site officially for a while.

For everyone that’s stayed with the Marauders, I fucking love you all. I love this story and plot and I’m sorry I’ve had to put it on my back burner.

You guys are amazing, and I plan on catching up later today so we can see where we can take this RP, if you guys would allow me to come back.

Thanks again

The Marauders (2018)

Dev was the first to speak up, and Ray couldn't help but smirk at his comment, but before he could even bring up his own challenge, Valanx approached and sat down. He tossed in a more elegant comment on Lady Luck. It was much better than what Ray's comment would have been. He watched as more and more of his crew started to step up and sit down at the table. Anderson would have been proud to see so many of them joining forces to making poor gambling choices and drinking.

When Rae appeared and gave her own comment, the Captain laughed and shook his head. "And that's why, Doctor, that people like you are banned from casinos on Earth. To them, your money should all be left to chance." He put down the cards, waiting for the crew to appear at the table, and picked up the bottle of Tu'Veerian bourbon. Tango's physical form had appeared to bring glasses. Ray then poured himself a glass, and downed its contents, giving a slight cough. "Shit..." He managed to say.

Now that he had calmed his nerves a bit, Raymond slowly dealt the cards. He nodded a thanks to Tony as he dropped the cigars on the table, and when he called out to deal Rendyl in, the Captain only glanced up at tony, then at the girl, then back down at the cards he was dealing. "I think there's an old story about that. Being dealt a hand of cards by a group of cutthroats and murderers. It's like signing your fate." Raymond knew that Anderson wouldn't want any ill will towards this woman... It seemed she was just as confused as the others.

"Welcome to the Marauders, kid... Teach her how to play fast, because the name of the game is Texas Hold'em, and no you don't need to know anything about Texas to play." He tossed the group their cards, placing down the couple in the center and laying the deck down. "Not only does the winner get the pot, but they also don't have to do their share of Anderson's chores."

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It's been a long time coming, but I finally got my post up! I had a lot of writers block, but I hope it was worth the wait!

You guys are awesome!

The Marauders (2018)

"Were I not a devoted servant of the Committee in oath and in spirit, I would comment that the councilwoman has all the vibrancy and creativity of stale rainwater, but as it is I would not dream of disrespecting the esteemed councilwoman."

Aamara's words actually made Raymond laugh. It was strange to think that after all that had happened today, and what he did, that he would suddenly be in a such a bright mood. Maybe it was because he was exhausted, maybe he was too used to it... Maybe both. Maybe he just didn't care anymore. Either way, he was glad that the Security Officer was starting to catch on to the banter. It was as if they were all employees talking crap about their managers. Except their bosses ran the galaxy, and could quite possibly send most of them to prison. "Hey, that's an insult to rain water everywhere... You'll have to give them all the respect, I'm not going to be too happy with them."

Raymond waiting for the Security Officer to enter the communications room. They both stepped on the metallic plate on the floor and with a press of the button, like-like holograms filled the room, all tinting white. In front of them was the Galactic Council. Some smiled, some frowned, others simply looked on.

"Captain Chase." G'Pol, the Chairman said lowly. Raymond put a fist over his heart and bowed out of respect. The man had approved of some of Raymond's actions in the past. He knew the side effects of war better than anyone on the Council.

"We just read the report that Officer Tulez submitted." Felix Copper, the Human Representative said. "We understand that the crate was successfully retrieved from the Ulnar?"

"You read the report, Councilman. We found it. With a cost."

"Was the crate damaged?" The Yhei Councilwoman asked.

"Yeah, it was crushed when the Ulnar crashed into our ship and killed the Loadmaster, Eli Anderson--"

"What do you mean it was crushed?" The Forgei Councilwoman and Raymond's least favorite out of the Committee, Bruma spoke.

Raymond clenched his fist to stop it from shaking. "It was destroyed as the Ulnar tried to retrieve it from our docking bay. Anderson risked his life for it, you know. Because he thought it would mean something."

"Please, Captain Chase. How many loadmasters have you had before? He's just a casualty--"

"He had a daughter. He was going to get out of his sentence with Admiral V'Sul's authorization--"

"The box, Captain. How badly was it damaged?" The Furtim spoke quietly. Raymond shook his head. "Enough for us to figure out what was in it." He paused for dramatic effect. "A whole lot of nothing." Some of the Council shifted in their seats. Raymond glanced at Aamara for a second, telling her to play along for now. "You read the mission debrief. I sent what was left of the contents to our science officer for further analysis. There was a lot of metal, glass, and organic residue. With all due respect, what the hell did you guys make us risk out necks for? Some ancient artifacts, some ancestral burial vases?" In Raymond's defense, he wasn't exactly lying about the contents.

"Captain Chase, are you certain that this was the right crate we assigned?" The human councilman spoke once again. "Do we normally mess up, Sir?"

"do you want me to count the ways you have?" Bruma scoffed. "it wasn't me who messed up this time, councilwoman. A good man died going after this box. He wasn't like us."

G'Pol cleared his throat, and looked at Aamara. "Is this all true, Security Officer?"

Raymond let her answer, looking around at the holograms. They didn't need to know the specifics just yet. Something was very fishy about all of this, and he was interested in why exactly they wanted to risk political scrutiny for human trafficking. It was an old instinct that told him to hide Rendyl's status for now. A few more questions for Aamara were asked before ultimately the Council hung up. As soon as they did, Raymond looked at his Security Officer. "Send the real report to the Admiral. Right now she's the only one I trust. Come on, we got other things to attend right now."

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Raymond entered the lounge to see everyone exhausted, angry, or both. He saw Rae cooking with was a rare thing to see, and Rendyl in there as well. The place was quiet, but Raymond made it to the center of the room, sitting down at the table, and rubbing his eyes. "I just want to say that these last couple of days have been hell on all of us... But at the end of it we nearly made the Ulnar go extinct. Yasaliah, that was some of the best piloting skills I've ever seen, Astrid, Dev, I don't know who else could have made a nuclear weapon in that time, but it'll be another legendary tale that they'll tell about us one day..." Raymond sighed and nodded. "Anderson would have been proud."

"He wanted it to be a secret until after the mission but... He was going to retire. After this mission. He worked something out with the Council, and Admiral T'Sul pulled some strings and he was going to be able to see his daughter again. He gave all to the Monroe. To us. He was rough and could smell like a Space Bear's behind sometimes but he managed to make a connection with all of us. I don't know about you guys, but to me he was a friend. I know I can lose my temper. I can scream, I can punch, I can call everyone names here, but Anderson wouldn't want that... At least, not genuinely. He'd want me to do those things after losing a hand in poker." He smirked slightly. He pulled out a large bottle of alcohol. "T'Veerian bourbon. Legends say its the best tasting stuff in the galaxy before it burns off your taste buds... I say we all grab a seat, all grab a drink, and play some poker and let our anger out that way. In Anderson's honor."

"Who wants to be dealt in? I gotta warn you, I've been practicing. Diaz, look in that cupboard real quick, I think Anderson hid some Forgei cigars in there."

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Raymond listened to Valanx, a hand on his chin as he scanned the pod with his eyes. Everything he said reeked of black market, and the science officer just kept confirming the information. Everything was being run, everything was being analyzed and as much as he hated it, they had to wait to get some real answers. "Good work. Keep me posted on what you find, and don't be afraid to destroy this thing. Anything that's designed to kidnap girls is never a good thing." He waited a few moments to watch Valanx at work before an idea popped into his mind. "There has to be some sort of console on this thing, maybe hidden. How else would they activate the pod? If we can find that, you and Tango can trace back some locations, check in on wherever it went if they didn't wipe that motherboard... If it's black market, we can probably also find it's final destination." Ray knew that Valanx would be the man to find anything unusual on that console, if there was one. The chances were pretty high at this point. "Now if you'll excuse me, I got a date with a bunch of old polititians with a stick up their ass."

Raymond left the lab and immediately put a hand to his ear.

"Aamara, it's show time... A drink says Councilwoman Bruma calls me filth in front of my face." He smirked slightly. It was no mystery that the Forgei hated the Interstellar Expedition branch, and she hated Raymond even more. It was also good to see Raymond start to get back to normal, despite the exhaustion. Maybe they'll finally get a break. As Raymond walked through the hall towards the comms room, he couldn't help but frown at the way he treated everyone recently... Sure, he was known to be a hardass when they were doing their job, but that little girl struck a nerve, especially with Anderson's death.

"Attention Monroe Crew. Everyone will be meeting in the docking bay lounge in half an hour. That's an order." That was all he said. He hoped that his impromptu meeting would be something Anderson would be proud of.

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My post will be up soon! And everyone's that "stuck" I promise that we'll get you involved soon!

It may or may not involve gambling and other shenanigans XD

The Marauders (2018)

@Zoey White Sorry for the delay! It's been a lot of traveling!

Once Aamara and Ray talk to the council we'll have Yas inform us that we have arrived at our little port to restock

I also had an idea of having Ray gather everyone to have some good quality team bonding :D

The Marauders (2018)

I know everyone's got things going on, but hopefully everyone's still on board! If you stick with us we'll stick with you :D

And I'll be on a lot for the week of thanksgiving, I'm going back to my home town to visit family haha

Robin Hood (EasilyAmused & Jones Sparrow)

He looked good in gray? Oh, he'd have to remember that, even if his brain stopped for a second as Marian closed the gap shortly to help with his crooked tie. "I... thank you." He laughed slightly at her response, and before long they were walking to the car. At her comment of safe words, he gave a low chuckle and shook his head. "You think you're so funny, don't you?" He climbed into the passenger seat after he tried to offer to open the door for her. When she thanked him he couldn't help but smile slightly, and nodding. "Of course." He couldn't admit it, but he'd walk through hell to get any chance to accompany her. "And it's going to be an interesting night if you take me as a 'normal' person. I'll make sure we have fun at this snooty place. I doubt that our Governor has the creativity to make this place fun on its own."

It was interesting to see who showed up as they pulled up to the building. The valet was there to greet us immediately, and as they entered the building, he stopped, and sighed. "I forgot to tip the valet, wait in the lobby I'll be right back." He said apologetically. After giving the valet a generous tip, he made his way back to the entrance, and slyly bending down to tie his shoe, and in the process putting a small device on the door frame of the building. Once the doors lock, this would give the Merry men an opportunity to enter without a passcode.

Robert found Marian, and held out his arm for her to take. They entered the main doors to the ballroom, and it seemed the two had the same reaction. Robert laughed, shrugging a bit. "Maybe after a martini or two." He joked, maybe too loudly as Marian's father appeared. He shook his hand when he was introduced, and did his best to not attract the attention of the man in charge of the NYPD. He had a feeling he would be under his watchful eye any time he was near Marian. Not exactly what he wanted. As he left Robert gave a fake sigh of relief, looking at the blonde. She was stressed, he couldn't imagine the amount of stress that she had on her shoulders. "Oh I spotted it the second we got in. I'll go grab something, what's your poison?" He grinned.

Once he had the order, he gently took her hand and squeezed it, maybe as an assurance that she was okay, maybe because he simply wanted to touch her. Either way he slipped into the crowd, nodding, smiling, and saying quick hello's as he went to the large wooden bar. He ordered the drinks, and took a quick glance around the area. It was heavily guarded, but Robert knew that. No one was heavily armed, and it would be rather easy for the disguised Merry Men to keep the guards at bay.

"Robert." Edward made his appearance sooner than Robert thought. Robert turned to greet the man with a smile, but he could tell in Edward's eyes that he wasn't too happy. "Here to cheer Governor Lyon on?"

"More or less. Right now I'll settle for the cheers of this alcohol. It's good to get out of the office and focus on something good."

"Yeah, especially with good company. Did she... ask you?" Robert turned to pick up his drinks, and shrugged slightly. "It was kinda a last minute thing. Don't worry, Eddy. You can't win 'em all." He gave him a wink and grin before he headed off back to Marian. It felt good to beat Edward in more ways than one. Soon he'll face Robin Hood face to face and won't be able to do a thing about it. Robert found Marian chatting once again, and he quietly introduced himself back into her company, handing her the drink, and raising his own to do a small cheers. "The line was torture... Honestly, I'd say to hell with all this politics. Give me a run down pizza parlor, and a couch with a good movie any day." Of course he had to focus, but then again having Marian by his side, dozing off to a cheesy movie sounded like heaven.

Maybe one day.

An idea or two! (Will eventually update!)

Updated with a new Plot idea! :D