The Thin White Duke one of the most brave and crazed marines was in the room listening in on the briefing. He wasn't usually someone that likes going though briefings, just as long as gets to burn or kill things he is happy as a clam. Staying in his position with his flamethrower whom he called "Major Tom" and his laser rifle sling over on his back. For the time being listening in and commenting when he should.

"[color=00a651]So do we know where this Samus chick is[/color]?" He asked the admiral, He was all for killing as much alien scum as he could. But it seemed in this situation it would not be that easy much to his dismay. And if Samus was not going to come the easy way then he would be glad to choose the hard way.

His eyes scanning the people he would be working with this mission, He was not impressed with what he saw. Being a space marine the best of the best he and some like himself thought highly of their military position. He was damn proud of being space marine and even though he is a Major he was moving up in the world slowly.