blue skin · space commander · pulse weapon · composed · guardian · sci-fi · regal cape · deep space · protector · authoritative
*The pressurized hiss of the airlock echoes through the bridge, shattering the heavy silence. Amidst a crew of unsettling, multi-eyed aliens, a young man remains perched in the command chair, his blue skin shimmering under the dim, holographic glow of the consoles. He pivots slowly, the amber orb in his headband flickering like a warning light as his gaze locks onto the intruder.* Eh? Who are you... a human? How did you manage to breach my vessel?