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[VIDEO; UN: LittleGreenLiar]

[There are a number of indications that this is a misfire, even before it becomes clear what's going on. First, there's the fact of the username. Ariadne has never once set a username. Everyone who keeps promising to show her how to do it keeps disappearing or dying on her. So she's been "username not set" for years, at this point.

Then, there's the angle. It's tilted. And the feed isn't vibrating and shaking as Ariadne tries to hold it steady. Clearly, her Omni is sitting off to one side, forgotten, at the moment.

Ariadne is standing in her bedroom, sunlight filtering in through the gauzy curtains. She's in her underwear. Of course, it's pretty medieval underwear: a ribbed corset, tied in front, and knee-length bloomers. Bare feet. Green feet. She's in her natural form, her candy-floss blue hair loose and streaming down her back, practically to her knees. She wags her hand in front of her face, as if she's holding a fan. Daintily, she touches her fingertips to her collarbone.]

Me? You want to dance with me?

[There's non one else in the room. It appear, she's been caught in a game of make-believe. Adorable? Creepy? Hard to say.]

Why, sir, I would be delighted!

[She dips into a neat, perfect curtsy. And then rises, eyelashes fluttering.

At which point, she starts to dance a waltz, her arms around an invisible, imaginary partner. She moves smoothly, gliding across the room, looking very much like she's ready to fall in love in a ballroom.

One, two, three. One, two, three...]

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Why do you need to imagine one? Just ask someone and probably show them to steps.

[Dancing always seemed like one of those universal things that every culture had and could be prompted to do.]

Well, there wasn't anyone to ask.

[Which is true enough, as her bedroom was quite empty at the time.

She takes out her Omni, giving it a little glare, before she passes it to Savage.]

Anyway, where I come from, it's expected that a male asks his female to dance. Not the other way around.

...I don't know why.

So no male here has asked you to dance then? Humans have odd customs, but I come from a different kind of society.

[For someone of a matriarchal society, the idea that it was a male's expectation for such things was odd to him. Then again, humans in generally did things rather backwards, which he was slowly getting used to.

He took her Omni and eased into a crouch so that she could see what he was doing as he brought up the settings then profile.]

Here is settings then profile. Scroll down a bit and your network identifier is here.

[It isn't entirely true. She'd been asked to dance a few times. But all of those males seem to have vanished on her, by this point.

Eagerly, she peers over at the screen, watching Savage work.]

How did you learn to do that?

[He tilted his head away so his horns wouldn't be at risk of spiking her or impeding her vision of the screen that he was working on.]

Playing around with it mostly, but traveling in space sometimes means scrambling identifiers of the ship. I learned to do that. Our technology is more advanced than this but also simplified.

Scrambling...identifiers?

[She considers this a moment.]

An act of deception?

That doesn't make sense. I mean, I could list my name as Princess Tranns Harkin, but anyone would know I'm me, just looking at me. Wouldn't they?

[It was rare for Savage to feel like he had knowledge that others did not, and he blinked at Airy as she questioned him. Normally, Maul would answer such questions and he'd remain silent. His smarter and infinitely more learned brother.]

It's... every ship that can travel between planets has a unique code set to it that space ports and spacefaring ships can read and identify. To disappear in space, you have to change that identifier when you're wanted by Jedi, bounty hunters, and space authorities.

But ships are abandoned all the time on planets or sometimes in space, so it's easy to steal identifiers. War does that.

[He shrugged his shoulders as he scrolled through her profile until the network name was displayed.]

In the Outer Rim, there is a lot of lawlessness. It's easy to disappear if you're smart about it. Still, some of it comes down to luck and staying off the busier hyperspace lanes.

Do...all ships look the same, then?

[She's seen ships in Obi-Wan's memories. But always from the inside, never the outside.

They seemed pretty different.

But maybe that's part of the design...]

No. There a hundreds or different designs and new ones coming out every cycle. They are built for their purpose and how many people or goods are needed to transport. Some of the transport used for troop movement are the size of a city.

[He had been on a few large ships, but he preferred the smaller ships that could skirt around the edges and get in to planets without detection.]

What type of transport does your world have?

Then what's the point of an identifier? Can't you just...look at the ship?

[She shakes her head, still confused.]

We have sailing vessels in my world. Horse-drawn carriages. Sometimes roller skates.

You can always see the people operating the vessel, whatever it is.

You can identify a ship before it is close enough to see it. Any planet can have hundreds of ships come to its surface every hour. If you have a hundred people pushing through a door, how do you identify who is the spy when it is a sea of humanoids?

[He hadn't been on many sailing vessels; he wasn't a strong swimmer after all.]

What are roller skates?

They're these funny shoes with wheels on them. Four on each foot.

[She slides her foot forward, pointing the toes. Like a little ballerina.]

You use them to glide across surfaces, propelling yourself forward.

Why... would you want wheels on your shoes? How do you stop?

[He had never heard of such things before, but then again, hover technology was more the style of the galaxy. That and beasts of burden.]

There's a rubber nob on the front. It uses friction to slow you down.

[She tilts her foot forward, demonstrating the braking technique.]

And I guess they help you when you want to go somewhere quickly and can't run fast enough?

Hmmm... technology is so strange sometimes.

[Maybe it would be useful? Then again, so where jet packs and transporters. He also generally preferred running?]

Did you make use of these specialized shoes often then?

Only for sport.

[A small shrug.]

It was...fun. But not really for me.

What is for you then?

[He lifted her Omni a little.]

And what name do you want for your network title?

Maybe just "Airy." It's easy. Simple.

[A pause.]

It's me, really. Isn't it?

[He paused typing in the new name to peer at her.]

It's you. You'll always be you no matter what Trench does.

Well, I hope so.

[She laughs that infectious little laugh of hers.]

Although, I also hope I learn to be more me.

What more is there to learn?

[She seemed well enough put together by his eyes after all. He set her profile and offered back her Omni.]

Do you want to show me how to get to the profile?

I just mean...

[She takes the Omni back.]

That I'm still learning and growing. There are still so many things I haven't had the chance to do or try or be yet.

[Hesitantly, she points to the settings icon.]

This one?

You are evolving based on your experiences. What would you like to be?

[He nodded his head when she pointed at the appropriate icon.]

Yes. Then profile which gives information about you. Scroll down and there is your user name.

[She taps the icon. It's still a wonder to her that she can do that. There's no lever or button or catch. It just...knows.]

I think I'd like to be...well, part of a pack again, to be sure.

And...I want to try more new things.

[He watched her and nodded his head. She could not change her own profile he imagined. Yet, his eyes lifed from the Omni to watch her.]

You were part of a pack? How big? Was it all your species?

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