Don't believe in no-win scenarios

No one's watching the initial match more closely than the Starfleet lieutenant. There are plenty cheering, others checking over their gear or sizing up the competition. This human? This human just wants to see if he can garner a lesson through observation so he doesn't make a fool of himself out on the pitch. Hikaru can hear Jim carrying on with the rest of the spectators behind him--it sounds like his husband may have joined him in the crowd.

No matter.

After the first match is over and new champions begin lining up, Hikaru slips off to actually give a test run on the bike to see how he's going to manage driving it one handed while holding the lance. Trust Kirk to give him such an awkward task. His first test lap is a bit dodgy but he won't give up.

It's when he's pausing to take a bit of a breather that the squires announcing the matches belt out his name. Well, they try to at least. Though it sounds as though they're just as unsure with both names.

"Hi...karu Sulu? Ime Turnstone? Will you come forward please?"

The pilot swallows when he catches sight of the woman who'd ridden in the initial bout. Squares his shoulders. Steps forward while easing the bike alongside him. In the borrowed gear made up of leather, some kind of lightweight plasteels, and reinforced cloth he won't be immediately recognizable save by voice.

"Here." He swings himself onto the bike before scooping up the hefty lance with much less ease than the Guardian will. To his credit he's managed to figure out how to keep it Mostly steady at least while they're still. "Present and ready."