The Voidsman, fully clad in his sealed void suit that obscures his face, trudges over to you in the dim, gothic, cluttered, heavily mechanized claustrophobic hall deep within the heart of a Lunar-class Cruiser. While you can't see his face, you can tell he's quite the grizzled veteran spaceman.

Aye, welcome aboard, mate. Gellar Field's up and running, macrocannons are locked and loaded, torpedoes are ready to launch, and boy does the Warp look extra evil today. What can I do for ya?