Commodore Jacob "Red" Haidan

Height: 5'8"
Age: 29
Formal Affiliation: FLEET
Known Aliases/Nicknames: "Red", "The Pedant".

Quote: "Now, I don't want to start a debate, but I find your argument both idiotic and inconsistent. And I also have several thousand megatons of weaponry aimed at you."

'Hitch yourself to a shooting star', they say, and Commodore Jacob "Red" Haidan knows the saying well. Arriving late in the life of the Board, and unlike most of his fellow space-travelling compatriots, he was greeted on entry into the solar system by a large flotilla of Board and FLEET battleships. After explaining to them that he was on a mission of exploration from the Empire of Earth, they snickered lightly and quietly led him to…well, Earth.

Ain't alternate dimensions a bitch?

After adjusting to his new surroundings (by the skilful dissemination of his crewmembers around the various FLEET Directorates and having them ask questions about everything), and realising the grave danger this Earth was in, he officially attached himself and his squadron to FLEET, and was soon included on High Command as the all-around problem solver. Supply problems, delaying bureaucracy...anything up to and including small wars all mysteriously vanish when a dropship lands and disgorges this unassuming man with light brown hair who says "Look, I hate to argue…but let's be reasonable here, hmm?.

Red is a staunch rationalist, his long career in nuts-and-bolts spaceflight giving him a hard-headed disdain for the Board's "flashy fireworks", and he constantly presses for FLEET to either take control of the situation entirely or to pressurise the Board into acting like a "proper" fighting force. For now, he trusts in the assurances of his superiors that their weirdness is worth the hassle, all the while attempting to work out just how Boardies pull off their constant string of logic-defying stunts.

As one of the precious few FLEET rankers with experience of squadron command, the Commodore has been given authority over the hard-hitting Strike Command and tasked with finding ways to combat the irrational. He has set about this with his usual cast-iron practicality, forming the powerful formations that have become the icon of FLEET and employing the battle-hardened veterans as "corset-stiffeners" among the Board at large. A strong proponent of rightous firepower, he sees FLEET's first task in the coming battle as dissolving the cloud of propaganda and mythology surrounding the Adversary and uncovering just what exactly is going on down on Earth. After the truth is known, he intends to steamroller the enemy and drive them off the planet with iron discipline and massed firepower, firmly believing even the foulest demon can be exterminated by the courage of brave men.

Despite his hardline views, many Boardies find this conviction oddly encouraging, which has led the Admirals to occasionally use him as a liason when he can be spared. After all, better Red appears on your doorstep than Bob...