Richard followed the group, more or less silently. He stood out from the rest of the raiders refusing to paint his armour blue at every step of the way and keeping it the pure white of Earth's true humans, and kept the grand red shield of the directorate. He didn't bother with the near tribal markings that the raiders like on his visor or other shoulderpad too, preferring to relish the memory of earth with it. He looked left and right at the backwards Terran yokels around him. Bastards probably didn't even know that there was more than one language of humanity. 

He activated his Heads-up-display and one more looked at the enemies they were to take out. The man marked down two ready to take them on with his C-141AC rifle. "Whenever you're ready." he said, motionless. At least he would have just a little more revenge on the people who killed the heroes Stukov and DuGalle, who ended the lives of the comrades he fought heroically with. Besides, creating strife amongst the Terrans was exactly what he should be doing for when the Directorate hopefully came back to finally take the Sector.