As the crew assembles in the central hub, Dick eventually decides to make his nochalant entrance. He steps out of the captains chair on the bridge to walk down the stairs towards the central hub of the ThunderHawk.<br/><br/>He gives nods to all the new 'employees' of his team as they gather around the central computer. His posture is strong and tall, his physique very muscular for a human male his age. His beard, though volumous, is well groomed...soldier, well groomed, not aristocrat-like.<br/><br/>His sullen eyes gaze around his team as they finish assembling in the central hub.<br/><br/><strong>Welcome to the ThunderHawk. This ship is over 15 years old, and has seen well over 3 dozen battles. It's a beat down, scrabbly old war-horse, and until it keels over and dies, it's your new home for as long as you are on this team.<br/><br/>Speaking of this team, it has no name of its own. Fersalik calls us the beta-dogs, the leftovers, and some teams calls us 'pirates and whores'....maybe they're just jealous...<br/><br/>Before we introduce each other and  I have some rules to uphold. The cosmos and gods all have their commandments, and as long as youre on this team, you are going to follow mine..."</strong><br/><br/>A breif pause as he gazes at his team, and as he speaks, he takes a second to look each of them in the eye, his pace a slow walk around the central computer.<br/><br/><strong>1... I am the Warlord and it's my devine duty to lead from the battlefield and not from the office.<br/><br/>2... I dont care how big your  gun is, or how well you can fuck. I will treat you al the same, no matter of  gender, race, or pedigree.<br/><br/>3... you'll never carry out an order I wouldn't be willing to do myself.<br/><br/>4... I expect you to keep up with nesesseary training to keep you strong and sharp. In short, the more you sweat, the less you bleed.<br/><br/>5...Respect and honor is the way of War...first priority, the mission. Second priority, your teammates...then finally, you. Thats the packing order.<br/><br/>6.... This team is ran by a 'Dick'tatorship, with freedom of speech. That means you're free to say whatever the fuck you want... but if I give out an order, you carry it out. You don't have to like it, you just have to do it.<br/><br/>7.... When it doubt...KISS....keep it simple, stupid....<br/><br/>8.... Never just assume....because you'll make an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me' </strong>another slight pause as he slightly gives a smirk at Marcus. He knows damn as well what happens when militia and company intel  'assume' how strong enemy pirates are. He of all team members know damn as well of this rule.<br/><br/><strong>9... As much as they hate you...they're still gonna pay you. Which means you will kill your enemy by any means nessesary before they kill you.<br/><br/>finally, 10....You will know, live, and learn to love this final rule...in the field of battle, there are NO RULES. You will win at all costs.</strong><br/><br/>He gives himself one last pause, eyeing each team member, gazing and reading their reactions to his rules.