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[center][h2][color=8493ca]Gaia Dryte[/color]
[color=ed1c24]The Venue[/color][/h2][/center]

“Documents?... oh, right, that.”  Truth be told he rarely needed to use it. Whether it were the pages with official seals, or something as simple as his card. The times he was off on a errand alone that required it were far and few. Identity. It wasn’t that much different in space, and yet it was all so much more complicated. People coming from everywhere, anywhere, in constant swarms. It was hard to just say who you were.

Maybe it was because of Sheena, or because he was an earthling walking around,

With a bit of searching through a few usual places, he eventually picked out the bundle of  information-dense documents. From the weave of materials and electronics, to the specific mark that worked as a seal of approval. At times he picked at some similar ingredients to see if he could figure out anything for the expo, but all in all it was rather in order. Save for the actual handing over as he took a moments hesitation born from a simple uncertainty that led itself to contemplation rather than worry or panic. An extended card was withdrawn before he held it up to be shown off while in his hand.

“This is it, right?” 

Gaia Dryte. The name of the Terran that came to Zern, lifted up by the princess after a daring and dramatic battle. 

Or that’s what some said. The name wasn’t his, or it used to not be. Placed on him as a newly placed title and name, it was something easier to sell to the public. Being called it for pretty much a year made it something that came to him naturally. What was a name then? It was simple down there. It was what you were called. But sometimes he got odd looks when he called people by their names.

Hm.

“Who’re you anyway?” he asked in return. “As for superior.. I suppose it’s what most people would know. I’m with Sheena.”

In a way he was like an attachment, but that was fine for him. As notable as a missile pod or not, he had plenty filling his life and head just following around. Walking a path in Mars was plenty hard.

“Lead the way.” So he’ll just follow the rails set for him.