<strong>Name:</strong>Commander (ret.) Klaus Steiner<br/><br/><strong>Race (or faction):</strong>Human, Former Imperial Guard<br/><br/><strong>Age:</strong>120 (rejuvenat treatments make him appear to be in his 40's)<br/><br/><strong>Sexuality:</strong>Straight.<br/><br/><strong>Appearance:</strong>Greying hair, muscles made impressively large by decades of weightlifting and combat, scars covering his face and torso, and a preference for military green clothing, combined with the severe look in his hazel eyes, echoing years of active duty on the front lines of dozens of planets, fighting all sorts of foes from both outside, and within the Imperium.<br/><br/><strong>Position on the ship:</strong>De-facto First officer, and 'Troubleshooter' (He sees trouble, he Shoots it.)<br/><br/><strong>Equipment:</strong><br/>Multi-Melta<br/>Carapace Armour<br/>Laspistol<br/>Chainsword<br/><br/><strong>Reason for being on the Ship:</strong>Well, someone has to take care of the kid in command, especially after her dad up and died.<br/><br/><strong>Bio:</strong>A retired Kasrkin Storm Trooper, Klaus has seen the worst that Chaos can cause, and seen the best in the actions of his brothers in arms that fought and died for nearly forty years, as he rose in the ranks, not by merit of talent or nepotism, but by being the last one alive and still holding the defensive positions he and his companies had died to protect from the foul Heretics and Xenos.<br/><br/>During his time as a soldier, he met the previous captain of the cruiser, and, after a particularly entertaining brawl that savaged two bars and a nightclub, the two men became close friends, maintaining contact over the years, and, eventually, working together after Klaus retired from the Imperial Guard. Currently, he's arguably the oldest human aboard the ship, and the one whose sage advice when dealing with more obstinate contracts tends to start, and finish, when he aims the twin barrels of his multimelta at the recitcaltrent party.