There was one thing out of place for Aaric was not a knight of a centuries long passed away. There upon his left hip was a sword in its scabbard. A blue sheen graced the surface of the hilt and a intricate weave of rich leather encircled the grip. The scabbard was well tended, the leather oiled. The lines of the ancient belt did not betray its true age. This was the same sword and scabbard that Warden Falls had carried before entering into the Imperial Palace of Nobuo Tatsu Takayama, Emperor of the Taiyou Empire of Greater Niihama. This was a Valorium blade and though it was only a reproduction and meant to be a badge of station it was still a peerless weapon. The value of the blade quite possibly dwarfed every single vessel in the local region.
He stood alone. His helmet collapsed around his head and folded into the high collar around his neck. His eyes shone a bright steel instead of their normal brown and were lit vibrantly from behind as if a small star resided in his head. A mop of messy brown hair sat upon the top of his head. Aaric looked to the executive officer, nodded, and then stepped onto the tram without saying a word.