Chess bounty hunting instincts into overdrive after seeing the intel on the members of tis rebellion. Not only could he get away with a fat sack of loot to sell, but that was small time in comparison if he could convince the sheriff here to pay him, He had enough on him to start but he'd have to run back to his ship if he were to take on all of them, and as much as he hated to admit it, he'd probably need the help of Zeta squad, but he wouldn't let them know that until he needed them. After little deliberation Chess finally decided to make himself known. In an anti-climactic fashion as the sheriff spoke he unzipped half of his jump suit exposing his bullet proof vest and the tattered ends of a sleeve-less shirt he was wearing underneath it, and multitude of tattoo's he had on his arms, hands and neck. And the guns he had strapped to him and the pack full of ammo and who knows what else.

Chess hoped his reputation preceded him for a brief moment, he walked over to the sheriffs deck and put his heavily inked hands down on it. "Chess Dune, bounty hunter" He said arrogantly "I don't know if you've heard of me, but I'm sure you can look me up, I'll take care of those five fuckheads for you if you pay me, and I'll make it look so nice you're gonna think they were never here, but only if you pay me, we can come to terms on an amount I'm sure but I know I can take care of them." He paused and looked back at the members of Zeta squad "And hey maybe these fools can help me out in a small way, but you need to pay them, big business got's their paycheck." He stared into the sheriffs eyes hoping it would convince him, he wasn't bluffing any of this, he was crazy enough to go up against them, he'd even bring their heads back if it meant money.