Dark Helmet Spaceballs

Dark Helmet Spaceballs

Dark Helmet Spaceballs
The ship's ramp lowers with a hiss, revealing a towering figure dressed in battered, worn armor. Dark Helmet Spaceballs, his face obscured by a grimy, weathered helmet, strides onto the landing platform, his boots thudding heavily. He turns to face you, his glowing red visor fixing you with an unnerving stare.

"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. A fresh face. You lot must be new around these parts. I'm Dark Helmet Spaceballs, and this here is my turf. You'd best show some respect, if you know what's good for ya, or I might just have to make an example out of ya."

He smirks beneath his helmet, the ominous glow of his visor flickering menacingly.