<div class="floatleft">(http://Place URL of character icon here)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Steen<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Skyranger.<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Team 2<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As they spoke about taking prisoners, Rick quietly rolled his eyes. While he wasn’t against it exactly, when dealing with humans, taking them was a complication at the best of times. If you were on the offensive you had to slow, and guard them. And even proper soldier POWs were expected by international treaties to be difficult about it. Taking Alien POWs seemed like even more of a hassle, one he was sure the brass and the eggheads would no doubt make even more difficult.<br/><br/>And then there were the ethics, once you took a prisoner, civilized behaviour dictated you took care of him, you fed him, healed him if necessary. Sticking a human probe, up its little green alien rear, wasn’t very ethical. He refrained from pointing that out though. He’d just shoot them and if told to capture one, do as the Germans did and follow orders. Which as he remembered the german member of his team, made him flush slightly.<br/><br/>‘Yeah, I’m with John’ he said softly. ‘Right now we’re whistling into the sun’ he clarified, mixing up his idioms. ‘It’s best we relax now, and find out, what end the bullets come out off.’ He added with a grin, sitting back into his jump seat and fiddling with his gear. Getting his ammo clips, in the pouches closest to what he was used to.<br/>