I went ahead and created a commander of the team...a walking talking middle finger to the higher ups:
Richard "Dick" Moorhouse
Sexuality: Love that pussy over and over again (straight)
Description: "Old School" can be the two words that describe Dick Moorhouse. A mercenary commando of nearly 30 years, Moorhouse has seen it all, and been through it all, and his body, though highly strong and conditioned (some say 'the body of a man half his age'), bears the weight of his verteran experience. His signature beard and hairline hide the cracks of his aged face and his dark eyes. His dark brown hair has a slight few coarse greys, surprisingly not as much as other humans in his age rank.
As straight laced and as simple as he is, his space suit is cold black, not reflecting any light, and going the 'old school' route, prefers to wear a gear filled tactical vest that has all the essentials for a successful mission.
Dick is a hardened man's man. He hates the bureaucratic and corporate lifestyle, instead preferring the straight forward approach to getting the job done. He tosses civility and many times manners to the side, tending the curse a mile a minute.
He loves to train, stay in shape, and he loves the vice of a man. He doesn't mind lighting up a cigar on occasion, having a bottle of hard liquor, and for a man his age, he stays heavily sexually active. Boasting a libido and 'size' greater than many men his age, he doesn't hesitate to back up his words with a woman.
Some call him an old playboy....some such call him a dirty old man...not his fault he prefers females 10-20 years younger than he.
Dick grew up in a blue collar family, in a blue collar agricultural planet of Tetaris 6. Aspiring to see the galaxy, he was recruited at a young age by the PMC Red Dragon Inc.
As large of a corporation it was, Red Dragon higher ups had no intention of making a fighter out of Dick. Instead, he became a logistics navigator in one of their assault ships. For his first few months, he saw very few moments of combat, and was in no real danger.
His career path changed when he got into a fistfight with an 'officer' of the merc company. The officer never saw combat either, much less the natural ferocity that Dick showed in the brawl. As punishment, the executives at Red Dragon assigned him to Specforce Training, wanting him to suffer and potentially die during the grueling regimin.
It was the first within Red Dragon that the training program was used as a punishment. Everyone else in the program aspired to be the best of the best. Being around with people with such courage, such strength, such BALLS, Dick easily adopted their mindset and mentalities, eventually graduating with the rest of his class.
Years pass, and as Dick completes operation after operation, he gains reputation with Red Dragon, not only as a man who gets the job done, but at one that throws caution to the wind. Being a natural rogue, Dick was always on the bad side of the higher ups of the merc organization. Despite his ability to get the job done, he was more of a liability than anything else, so they eventually fire Moorhouse from Red Dragon.
He jumps from one organization to the next, seeing more of the galaxy than he ever though he would, and completing the job, yet in a way that leaves the leaders of the organization reeling from the bad PR, the collateral damage, and Dick's foul mouth.
His latest organization, Fersarlik, hired him with a sight of caution. By now being a heavy war veteran, Fersarlik gives Moorhouse command position, giving him the jobs that no other team would want to accept.
His pistol of choice, he always keeps this gun strapped to his thigh no matter if he's in the captain's chair or in the thick of battle. Being VERY old-school, he prefers the updated versions of classic slug-throwers than the crazy energy weapons that his team would use.
His knife of choice, also strapped to his chest and ready to be drawn, is actually an updated version of a class knife he used for years. Upgrades include an upgraded luna-titanium vibroblade.