[Titles never amounted to much in his egalitarian ethics and morals. He watched Okita move with a curious eye. It was an old style weapon from earth, he figured, although he couldn't quite pinpoint the era or region. The only part that he could discern was that it was from before the industrial revolution.

Cliff chuckled. Funny, how all of those Earth history classes in college would pay off.]

I just work to get the little guys together so we can take on the big guys, but the fight doesn't always need our fists. Words do a better job of it.

Why isn't your title important anymore, Okita?