A man with wavy jet black hair, ice blue eyes, a tanned face and multitudes of long, deep scars struts out of the comm room, his boots clanging on the metal floors. All the soldiers line up and salute as he walks towards the figure. He grips his scoped .44 Magnum holstered to his belt. "Identification, sir. All weapons you have will be confiscated until departure from my ship. And don't you dare try to try anything or I'll blow your head off so quick it'll end up in deep space."