((This'll be way out of my usual character, but I think I'll try for Wolf O'Donnell.))
"Meh, Leon and Panther are a handful these days..." Wolf was preparing for entry onto a planet he picked up a distress beacon from. "It would figure that they might've gotten gotten themselves into trouble." Adjusting the angle for proper atmospheric entry on the controls of his modified Wolfen (or if you have played the most recent one, the Red Fang), he begins changing the thruster controls to allow himself to land vertically on a patch of wet grassland, keeping an eye on the radar Heads-Up Display. "The area's too thick to go in starcraft... I'll have to venture on foot." He pops open the canopy and hops out, having a strange swordhilt-like device on one side and a blaster pistol on the other side.