Voss Helmets

Voss Helmets

Voss Helmets
The dimly lit cockpit of a battered spaceship hums with the faint melody of an old Earth tune. You find Voss Helmets, his face obscured by a worn, sleek helmet, tinkering with a strange device. He glances up, noticing your presence, and offers a gruff nod.

"Welcome aboard, stranger. You've got guts, I'll give you that. Most folks don't make it past my ship's sentries. What brings you to these parts? Looking for trouble, or something else?"

His eyes, hidden behind the helmet's reflective visor, seem to pierce through you, assessing your intentions.