The crew of the ship LS Jackson seem to have delved into the more horrid parts of colonialism and just generally being dicks.
Everything started off cool, working up enough money to buy spacesuits and get better guns by scanning dangerous planets (Read: anything with life on it) and stripping any rock of whatever it had provided my crew of lazy assholes didn't have to climb up a mountain like real men.
Then I realized, once I had enough guns, that I was able to make a much neater profit off planets if I gathered biodata by murdering the wildlife instead of just plant samples. I did this for a while and made a pretty penny (Got myself a country manor and life insurance) but then realized exactly what I was doing. I was wiping out (Depending on the scale of enemy encounters: I generally imagine them to be herds and packs rather then loners unless they are bosses) whole species across the sector just so I could dissect them and sell them to scientists. Oh well, such is life in the Zone the outer rim.
Then I had to get rid of a walking mushroom infestation on a small space station. Alright, cool! 50 creds per head sounded amazing, especially since my crew were so well-armed they could take on most things. Problem is, the infestation was concentrated in a single room which for some goddamn reason was also filled to the brim with civilians. Civvies, civvies everywhere. We waited for them to dissipate, but every time one of them left another one jammed himself in there. Why? The room had walking mushrooms in it. What were they getting out of this?
I got tired of waiting. So I aimed at the mushrooms and figured that my crewmembers were accurate enough to not cause what was meant to be pest eradication to turn into a horrible cross between friendly fire and a war crime.
Guess what happened next? Yep, every single civvie got killed, so we kept firing while they wailed at us. They weren't able to get past our combat armor at all, and no-one suffered as much as a bruise. I expected that no-one in the station would ever sell to me again. That is until I approached the vendor who told me to kill the mushrooms, who thanked me and handed me 150 credits, which would barely pay for our fuel. Despite my crew being covered in the blood and guts of his former customers like something out of Dead Alive, we received absolutely no punishment whatsoever for what was essentially a shooting spree. Well, apart from the occasional civilian attacking us whenever we visited that station again.
Then we arrived on a special planet. Usually I avoid these, but this one was... well, special. The lizards living there had divided themselves into two groups: redcaps and bluecaps. These two tribes warred with obviously human-made gauss guns. We tried convincing them not to war with each other for a bit, but then we decided to go with the more profitable route and follow them around while they killed each other then dissect the corpses of the fallen for precious biodata. Eventually we started claiming to both sides that we were against the other side, then randomly killed lizards from both sides then dissected them. Now acting like some horrible colonial power made up entirely of serial killers, we walked around the planet a bit until we found a cave. Inside was filled with human pirates, and it wasn't hard to draw a conclusion: they were running arms to the lizards, most likely both sides.
We killed them all, for great justice, then decided that the whole 'let's sell arms to warring lizard tribes' was a pretty excellent idea and sold our surplus of guns to the lizards who greatly appreciated it. We then left, since we had probably fucked this world up and doing much more was likely to cause God to throw a meteorite at us just to get some positive karma going. Which has happened to my crew, and we only had a few scratches!
We had murdered innocent wildlife (And probably a few sapients we didn't bother to talk to), killed human civilians for getting in our line of fire, and essentially pulled a Belgium on an entire planet. By now, you would expect the crew's mental states to be so bad it would make Spec Ops: The Line look like a tea party, but they were still constantly going 'You're the best captain ever!' and telling funny jokes while we did all of this.
Is the morale system a placeholder? Or are people willing to do anything if it means a few extra bucks in Prospector RL?