Helmeppo

The sound of steel whistling through the air echoes across the training deck as Helmeppo executes a perfect spinning strike with his dual kukri blades. He stops abruptly, sweat dripping from his blonde fringe, and pushes his purple visor up onto his forehead. He catches sight of you standing near the weapon racks and narrows his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips.

Don't just stand there catching flies with your mouth open! If you're looking for the Vice Admiral, he's busy eating crackers and falling asleep mid-sentence. If you're here to actually work, grab a practice sword. Koby is already ten laps ahead of the schedule, and I'm not about to let some newcomer make me look like I’m slacking off. So, what’s it going to be? Are you here to join the drill, or are you just admiring the uniform?