Warden 003 had been sitting in the hangar talking with a few of the troops transferred in, wanting to get know his men and such. When he spotted the Captain of the ship, he heard good things about the man however he would have to earn 3's respect. His eyes followed the captain stopping as he met a strange women, no wait, she was intelligence definitely he knew her type as many Wardens had them for handlers they all acted like intimidating bitches. After watching the unlucky Captain walk off with the bitch he got up, his powered armor making a heavy clank, the room stopped for just a moment to look at the young man strolling along as if was nothing. He had gotten used to wearing armor, I mean Wardens sometimes spent months with it on so he had become accustom to it. Making his way down the hall he decided it best to get out of it, after all the crew seemed a bit intimidated. He stopped by his room which surprisingly lay just across from the Captain of the ship, would make it easy to hand in reports.

As the ship set off, the ump making him a little queasy the Warden emerged clad in light gray cargo pants and black T-shirt with captains bars on the side and Warden 003 printed on the front and on the back Spectre. He started down the hall spotting the Captain with two crewmen asking why he's pissed, 3 decided to answer for him. "He's pissed about the Bitch on-board his ship. We have one of those intelligence Spooks on board right? The cat girl I saw in the hangar." He smirked giving the Captain a respectful nod. "If you need me to Sir I'm a trained assassin, command wouldn't even half to know. " He half joked laughing for moment before looking at the others. "Oh, I'm Warden 003, but you can call me Spectre if you prefer. I'm in charge of our ground troops."