[Looking Kubo up produced a sizeable online footprint. He'd uploaded most of the stories he told at midday in the cafeteria to his video server, and his photo sharing account was overflowing with selfies - most of which also featured Beetle, or friendly fans, or some reference to his mother. He took a lot of pictures of things he wanted to share with her.

He didn't appear to communicate outside of the Legionworld comms much, but his documentation was serious.

He hadn't had the wherewithal to look her up the same way, but smiled broadly when she greeted him.]

Hello. You're 2B?

[He picked up the sword where it lay against the wall, and drew it. The sheath had been a plain, serviceable thing, and the sword would not stand out in a crowd.

Kubo shrugged, his smile self-effacing, saying he knew it.]

My mother, father and I fought a giant skeleton monster for this sword. It was stuck in the monster's skull, hiding among dozens of breakable swords.

[His storyteller's flair leaked into even this short tale.]

So you'll understand that I can't lend it to you for too long. It's an important memory for my family.