Deucalion had been briefed and that wasn't an exaggeration.  The whole meeting was so short some could say that it hadn't really happened at all.  Which was just as well.  Sometimes too much information could be a bad thing.  What with bad intell, and the best laid plans of mice and men going to waste.  The simpler the better he always said, if he spoke more often.  It gave him, and whatever team mates he was going to have, ample room to move about.  

The man was large, and wide.  He stepped into the hangar like a tiger walking into a new cave.  There was a weariness about him, a sense of paranoia that came from experience, not fear.  There wasn't anything remarkable about his appearance, besides his size of course, and the fact that some of his body parts weren't the same shades as the others.  His eyes weren't the same either, but a pair of cheap sunglasses hid the fact.  He paused to look around, taking note of the shuttle, the woman, and the damage she'd probably be responsible for.

With a nod he stepped up to her.  "You the commander?"